"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
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Babysitting someone like Harry is actually the most boring thing in the world, and not what I signed up for— well, more like pushed into doing courtesy of my parents and the sheriff.
Still not over it.
"What about going to the mall? I haven't seen the mall here yet; we should go waste time," I suggest at the lazy man lounging on his couch with a pleased smirk.
"I've been to the mall before. You want to go, you go."
I sigh, "I'm not allowed to leave you alone. And you can't just sit here days straight in your house and convince me you're fine with not doing anything."
For the past few days Harry has literally kept us both trapped here at home, keeping his mouth shut and boring me purposely to death. I arrive, he doesn't move off the couch, we eat, I leave, and repeat. I almost don't want to even come and do my job anymore, but that is what he wants. Sure, I've gotten paperwork done, but if he thinks he can sit here and just waste our time without moving this case along any further, he needs to think again.
"I am doing something, I'm annoying you. Fun, innit?" he meets my glare with a playful grin on his pink, pursed lips.
"Harry, I know you can't keep this up for long. You don't want to go anywhere today?" I repeat the question I've asked every day for what seems like a lifetime now.
I'm willing to take him anywhere, something he complained I wouldn't do, and now that I am, he doesn't want to go.
He thinks for a moment, pouting his lips slightly in thought before pointing at the other leather sofa, "Come to think of it, that sofa is looking awfully comfortable, might just switch sofas..."
"Oh my God, that's it! I will handcuff you and drag you out of this house to the mall now if I have to—" my cell phone starts ringing, interrupting my scolding of the smug idiot currently switching couches, running on his tiptoes to spite me.
Seeing that it's Ryan calling, I answer with slight relief to be talking to someone I can actually stand.
"Hello?"
"Hey, gorgeous! Fuck, I can see your glare from here, you okay?" Ryan catches my anger from just my greeting, and I groan.
"Just trying to handle a pain in the ass," I reply.
"Excuse me?" Harry acts offended but I wave him off.
"I heard the case was going a little rough. You've survived a week though, I mean that says something, right? You can handle this." His upbeat tone and optimism remind me how much I miss seeing him.
