Oh, Marcel!

"You Have Proven Me Wrong."

~Harry~

"Morning, Sleepy head." I can hear Emily's smile in her voice. "Want to get some breakfast? I used your GPS, there is a resturant open for breakfast down the street."

I open my eyes and sit up. She's sitting next to me on the bed, her blonde hair pulled back in a short ponytail. It reminds me of the first day I met her. She was lovely and still is.

"Uh, only if they serve pancakes. I've been cravin' some lately." I sigh and reach over to her. The pain in my back seems to be going away. It's barely even there now.

"Okay let's go get Marcel and Ember." She leans into my arms and kisses me.

"Did I ever tell you that you are a good kisser?" I smile at her before letting her stand up.

"You know....a few times now. I've been meaning to tell you that you mumble in your sleep. You said something along the lines of, 'Oh Em, you're amzing'." My cheeks heat up. The Harry Styles shouldn't get embarassed but I am.

Before I can retort, my phone starts to buzz. I reach for it, and read the number. It doesn't seem to be familar, but I know I should answer it.

"Hello, Harry Styles, correct?" A woman asks.

"Yes, and this is?"

"Belinda Rossdale. We talked last night at the police station? We need you to come down as soon as possible. We have some interesting evidence to present. We also need a few things from you four."

"Oh, uh, okay. We can be there soon I suppose." Emily gives me a questioning glance as I press end.

"It was Officer Rossdale. We need to go down there right away. Come on." I urge and head to get some clothes on.

"Okay. I'll wake the others." She says and heads for the door. She is only wearing a bra and shorts.

"Um, not like that you won't." I grab her arm and spin her around back into me. She smiles up at me before I let her go to get dressed. I'm completely dressed so I head to wake them up.

As I shut the door behind me and head to knock on number 18, a bird chirps at me. He or she, is sitting on a parking block staring up at me with it's head cocked.

I don't know why, but it really creeps me out. I know it's just a simple harmless brown finch, but still.

Marcel opens the door just as my knuckles are poised to knock.

"Don't punch me." He says and then chuckles.

"No. I do what I want." I say back before lightly punching him on the chest. "Anyway, we all have to go back to the police station. They just called and they need us."

He nods his head and goes back inside to get Ember. My feet carry me back to the room that I spent the night in, Emily just stepping out as I'm about to open the door.

What is with people doing that today?

"Ready?" She asks.

"Yeah. Let's get in the car. I think I can drive now." I jangle the keys as I pull them from my pocket. She puts away the motel key in her pocket and we enter my Range Rover. Soon Ember and Marcel appear and get in. We head off to the station, my stomach grumbling from missing breakfast.

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"So, we have recovered that the fingerprints on the gun are in fact not Jimmy's." Officer Rossdale leads us further into the station. A few officers look up and nod before returning to their paper work.

"We need to test all of your fingerprints. We have a few samples from other things and need to know if we have any matches. I'm sure that none of you will get in any trouble. We just need to be sure."

"Okay, how long is this going to take?" I ask refering to my stomach.

"The faster we do it, the faster it goes." She replies as we head into a small lab room. She has four stations set up with paper and ink.

"Here is how it works." She begins to demonstrate what to do. "Just stick your thumb and a forefinger onto the ink pad, then press on the paper. I've labeled each of you on your papers. Find your name and give us some samples."

We all nod and walk around the table until each finds their name. I look around at them before pressing my finger into the cold ink pad and pressing it down evenly on the paper. Officer Rossdale is looking at each of us with hawk eyes. It scares me a bit, but then I remember that she is an officer.

"Done?" She asks and then collects the papers. "Go back up front and have a seat. We will run some tests to find any matches."

"Why do we have to do this?" Ember whines into Marcel's arm.

"I don't know. Because they are all crack heads to believe that we did this." I say getting frustrated with the police.

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~Ember~

It's been like, two hours. I'm hungry, and I am tired.

Marcel rubs my thigh trying to calm me down. He must have heard my loud sighs, but then again who hasn't.

Finally, Officer Rossdale appears down the hallway. Her boots thud on the ground as she gets closer.

"Alright. You have proven me wrong. Marcel and Harry, I need you here with me for further investigation. Ember and Emily, you're free to go." She says and folds her arms.