Lost

One

Louis;

"Whatcha got for me today Nialler?" I ask, walking into the Chesire police department. Niall is a college kid who moved here from Ireland to go to Uni. He's only 18 though, 2 years younger than me. He graduated high school early and works as a dispatch at the front desk part time. He's also one of my best mates.

"Missing persons case." The Irishman responds spinning in his desk chair to give me a folder.

"Kid named Harry Styles, 17- almost 18 years old. His mum says he went out to the supermarket to get some stuff for her and he just never came home." Niall continues with a sad look.

"Has anyone checked the parking lot yet, see if his car's still there?" I say scanning the files I was given.

Harry Styles, senior at Chesire High School. 5'8" tall, curly brown hair, tan skin, green eyes. I flip through and find a picture of him. Man he must be a heartbreaker I think, looking at his picture. Seeing him so happy, laughing at something out of the shot of the camera, and knowing that something horrible very well could have happened to this poor boy sends a pang of sadness through me.

"We've checked. It's still there."

I turn and see officers Malik and Payne come in through the door. Zayn Malik is a detective, like me. We were in academy together, both of us seemingly some kind of prodigies as we graduated within two years instead of the usual four. We both got promoted to being detectives within months of getting our badges. Liam Payne is his partner. He's only a month older than Niall, but honestly the guy seems older than me with the way he acts. It really wasn't a surprise when he was allowed to get trained as a detective by Zayn at such a young age. I clap them both on the shoulder when they get to the front desk. They're also some of my best mates.

"The car's still in the grocery store parking lot. There's a crack in the driver's side window, and some blood as well..I assume we're dealing with a kidnapping." Liam says sadly.

" We checked the security cameras near the parking lot, got the tapes from last night from around 8:30 to 10:00. We should take a look, yeah?" Zayn says holding up the tapes and walking in the direction of the room where we keep all the tech. equipment.

We all follow Zayn into the room and grab several chairs, pulling them up to the monitor to watch the tapes.

"Alright this one's from the gas station across the street from the store.." He says, sliding the tape into the slot. He clicks a few buttons and the tape starts to play.

We fast forward until the car that Harry drives pulls in, a black '08 Chevy Camaro. I whistle out loud in surprise. Niall, Zayn, and Liam give me strange looks.

"What? Kid's got a sick car!" I say, receiving snorts and eye rolls from the other boys.

"There! See it?" Niall says as he catches sight of something on screen. "That black van pulling in right..there!" He pauses it when the van comes into view. The time reads 9:13pm in the bottom right corner.

"Doesn't that store close at around 9:15?" Zayn says.

"Yeah it does..hey, that's the kid, coming out of the store now." Liam says, eyes roaming the screen.

We all watch as the kid, Harry, walks to his car. I see the way he hesitates slightly, catching sight of the van. Smart kid, I think. He hurries to his car and is about to unlock the door when I see a flash of movement in the bottom left corner of the screen. The flashing object comes into focus. It's a man, probably in his late 40s, he's built, much bigger than Harry.

He presses a small thin object to Harry's throat ,a knife I realize, and roughly grabs the Harry's hair, pulling his head back. I grit my teeth as a small growl escapes my throat. Zayn glances at me with a questioning look. I shake my head. I don't know why I did that. I don't even know this kid ,but for some reason even the thought of someone hurting him makes me agitated.

How could anyone want to hurt this poor boy? He's completely innocent. He's probably never hurt a fly in his life, definitely has never done anything to deserve anything bad happening to him. And here's this filthy, disgusting piece of shit who decides to lay his dirty hands on poor Harry. Biggest fucking mistake of your pathetic little life, buddy. I clench my jaw, trying to calm down.

I huff and when I look back at the screen what I see makes my breath hitch and then increase rapidly as I'm filled with absolute rage. The bastard has smashed Harry's head into the car and beaten him senseless. He picks the boy up like he's a rag doll and tosses him into the back of the van with seemingly no effort.

The van speeds out of the frame of the camera shortly after, but not before I catch the license plate.

I'm gonna find that worthless piece of trash, lock him up and make sure he never sees the light of day again.

Just hold on Harry. I'm gonna find you, I promise. I stand from my chair and stalk out of the room, ready to get to work.