The List || h.s au

Crime scene

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We enter Harry and I's building, him holding me by my arm because my legs are still a bit tired. Amanda presses on the elevators' button and it immediately opens. A tall, dark-colored skin man comes out and his face lights up at my view.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" He asks me suddenly, worry clear in his voice. I give him a weird look, not fully remembering who he is.

"It's the man that carried you all the way to my car when you fell on the ground." Amanda explains and my smile grows bigger as I stare at him.

"Yes, I do feel better. Thank you very much for your help, Sir. It means a lot." I sincerely tell him and he gives me a small nod, his smile full of perfect white teeth never leaving his face.

"No problem, I'm not the one to let someone suffer like that in the middle of a parking lot. Glad to know you are feeling well. I'm George Rey, if you need anything, I live on the third floor, first door." I thank him again and his tall silhouette steps aside to let us enter the elevator. Harry, who was blocking the doors from shutting, glared at the man, now long gone and leaving the building.

"What's wrong?" I ask him and he wraps a protective arm around me.

"That man, I don't like him." His tone is tinted with disdain as he talks and I smirk at him.

"Are you jealous, Harry?" He gives me a weird look and I bite my lip, trying to stop myself from laughing.

"No, I'm not! It's just that...I don't trust him, he looked like he had something else planned in his head when he gave you his flat number." I roll my eyes at his state of mind and sigh.

"He helped me out when I was in pain yesterday. I'm really thankful, and I think you should be too."

"It should've been me." He mumbles.

"Oh please, don't make this situation all dramatic, okay? We can't change what happened, so drop the jealousy shit act and be happy I'm alive and healthy!" I giggle and he just glares down at me, mumbling a "I'm not jealous.", and I shake my head at his immature attitude.

"You guys are so cute!" Amanda yearns, making me remember her presence. I smile at her, a blush creeping on my cheeks. I glance at Harry, seeing that even if he's trying to keep an angry face, he can't hide the small, barely noticeable smirk on his face.

The doors slide open and we walk on the blue carpet of my floor, heading to my flat. I look through my purse for my keys and unlock the door quickly. When I open it, the view in front of us leaves us speechless, all of our jaws dropping to the floor.

The place is a mess. There are clothes everywhere, books, papers and other decorative objects shattered on the floor. It looks like a tornado has been here and sacked everything.

"What. The. Fuck." I gasp as we stare in awe at the disaster that became my flat. I bent down and take a silk piece of clothing laying on the floor, unfolding it to reveal my favorite heart print Burberry shirt, torn into pieces. My hands start to shake as I see it destroyed in my hands and small tears appear in the corner of my eyes.

"Girls, don't move. Whoever did this is still probably here." Harry whispers, stepping in front of us as protection. But my focus isn't on my flat anymore.

"My...My sHIRT IS COMPLETELY RUINED." I cry and press the poor material on my chest, next to my heart. This is horrible, whoever did this is going to die. I swear that I'm going to kill that person with my bare hands and see them suffer the way I do right now.