"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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"Remember, we have to act totally, completely, normal. Casual. Like I haven't even seen you naked." I remind Harry as I drive a block closer to the police station, my nerves throwing a fit.
All I have to do is turn in the report I made for the sheriff, deal with the small talk he'll probably have with me, and get out. It sounds all fine and simple for me, but then there's just one problem.
The sheriff asked me to bring Harry so he, himself, could have a word with him.
Harry reaches his arm over the console and picks up my free hand, unfolds it from being clenched into a fist, and forcefully enlaces his fingers with mine.
"You're losing it, love. You've told me this a billion times. I'll be casual at all times when we are face to face. I promise," Harry reassures me, gliding his thumb on my skin gently.
I squeeze his hand, comforted to have his support as I turn into the station's parking lot. Harry leans over to rest his cheek on my shoulder as I park further away from the entrance and shut off the car, taking a deep breath.
"We just have to act like normal, like I'm your authority—"
"And I'm your suspect," he finishes my sentence.
I snap my head his direction, his green eyes lighter, pupils dilated once he meets mine.
"We can do this, right?" I force out a pained laugh, especially since all I'm seeing when I look at him are heart eyes and glimpses of the nights before.
"We've got this," he encourages, smiling into a kiss he plants on my lips, mumbling an "I love you" against them.
Looking down at our hands, I upsettingly take out my handcuffs and cuff the wrist of his hand holding mine, and he gives me his other one for me to cuff.
What a nice way to say 'I love you too'.
As we walk towards the doors, I have my arm linked with Harry's, his wrists both met in front of him from the cuffs. I can't help but cuddle my face a little on his bicep, wishing I could just cower behind him and hide, but I'm the one who's supposed to be confident here.
A cop comes into view in front of us, also entering the station. I hurriedly let go of his arm and act natural, giving Harry a tough shove into the station and glancing briefly over at the cop who let me pass him, making sure he spotted my actions.
So far so good.
Harry and I stroll into the station, surrounded by busy law enforcement. I tug him over to check in at the front desk, scanning around for any lurking eyes as I grasp harshly on his bicep like I'm supposed to while we wait to be helped.
