"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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"Please?"
"I said no."
Arms outstretched, my fingers latch together in plea. I never imagined I'd ever have to beg Harry this way.
"Pretty please? With some.. uh, kale shit on top?"
"For fuck's sake, woman, it's not happening," he chuckles, entertained at my desperation.
"It's Ryan's birthday, and I just want to celebrate for him. Since I'm stuck here with you, he and I can't go out."
"That doesn't mean that my house becomes your playhouse. Talk about unprofessional," he chastises as if I'm the only one who is ever this way.
Harry leaves me in the hallway and starts for downstairs, and I continue to follow him. He needs to say yes.
"Please, Harry? Just do me this one little favor tonight."
"Just do this one little favor for me," his high pitched tone mimics, smirking as he detours to the kitchen door.
Before he can push it open, I step in front and block him, our bodies colliding for a second, his dark eyes growing serious as he gives me a once over prior to meeting my own.
"It would make me really happy," I smile.
"It would make me really happy," he copies with that stupid voice, and I shove at his chest, the man laughing lightly.
"It's not going to be anything crazy, I promise," my hands clasp together, demonstrating my urgency in him to agree in letting Ry over.
Here's the thing... I sort of already invited him, and he is sort of almost here.
"Caroline, I—" he starts in a scolding manner, but the ring of the doorbell stops him, and I grimace as he stares at me with raised brows, appalled.
"Oops," I bite my lip to hide my smile before dashing off to open the front door, greeting the birthday boy.
"Happy birthday!"
We hug each other immediately, the smiles on our faces from ear to ear as he picks up my body and spins me around after I let him in.
"Thank you, thank you!" Ry sets me down, beaming. "You look cute!"
"Oh please, I thought you'd give me much more time to prepare before you told me you were heading over here."
"Well when I saw how far this place was I figured to start coming— speaking of, this place is fucking gorgeous."
"I know," Harry's sultry, boastful voice speaks up behind us, his body leaning against the wall by the door of the kitchen, grinning at us two.
"Oh, wow, Harry uhm... hi," my forever hopeless romantic friend awkwardly waves at my suspect as we walk over to him, further into the house.
