Police 101 ~H.S. AU~

~Chapter Forty-Seven~

Katie's P.O.V

Today we say goodbye to an absolute idiot, a massive pain in the ass... but a member of our force. Wesley.

We may have had our differences, but at the end of the day he was still our co-worker. Besides, if it wasn't for Wesley, Harry and I wouldn't be together the way we are. Harry would still be banging Sarah, whilst I would be green with envy watching on the sidelines. So in a way, thanks Wes for being you. (That sounds shallow, but I'm just being honest.)

Grey clouds fill the sky, with not an ounce of sun in the sky. Nobody dares to say a word, the eerie silence makes the whole thing ten times worse. Men tailored in dark suits, women dresses from head to toe in black. Crowds of people flood into the church as they await for Wes' funeral service to begin. Amongst the crowd, I noticed a familiar face leaning against the wall, puffing away smoke from their cigarette. A face that is too familiar - for the wrong reasons.

Niall Horan. You've got to be fucking kidding me. It was only a few days that I took him into custody and questioning for Wesley's death, but yet again, didn't have enough evidence to actually charge him. Now he has the cheek to turn up to his funeral? He's walking on very thin ice.

"The hell are you doing here?" I say abruptly, as I walked over to the blonde.

"For the same reason as you, sweetheart."

"Leave." I put bluntly. "You have no business being here."

"Now, why would I not come to poor little Wesley's funeral?" Niall said rather smugly, before taking another puff from his cigarette.

"Maybe because you said you know his name, not him. He wasn't your friend or whatever."

"Who said he wasn't? It was Drew who I said I didn't know personally." He cocked up a brow, pushing himself away from the wall. "Don't assume, Officer Jones. You make an ass out of you and me."

With that, Niall flashed me a smirk before pushing past me and ventured into the old built church for the service. He's definitely playing some sort of game, his mind tricks and contradicting answers aren't going to fool me. He knows more than what he is letting on. Right now, he definitely can't be trusted. Then again, it's not like he ever was. There's always been something shifty about that Irish geezer.

Just as I was about to head in the church myself, I felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around shoulders leaving me startled.

"Katherine Jones, you're under arrest," The person stated, keeping their arms around me. The voice was way too croaky and deeper than anyone I've heard before.

"Excuse me, what?" I replied, wiggling in the grip.

The person's hands moved from my shoulders, down to my sides before lightly tapping my bum. "Under arrest for wearing a tighter dress than usual and looking way too sexy in it. Should only be for my eyes only, Miss." The person whispered into my ear, then felt a kiss just below.

Due to the voice change, I immediately knew who that was. Of course I did. A slight giggle fell from my lips and turned around to face them.

"Harry!" I squealed, throwing my arms around him. "The hospital discharged you?"

He nodded. "This morning, just in time for Wes' funeral." Harry responded, placing a soft kiss against my lips which I happily returned. "Serious though, this dress? Beautiful. Would look better on my bedroom floor though." He teased as he shot a cheeky wink.

"I agree, later it will definitely be on your floor. Don't worry about that." I teased back, before releasing my arms from him. "Now come on, the funeral is about to start."