Louis' POV
"Can you come into the precinct tomorrow to give our sketch artist a description of the man?"
It was time for me to have to face what happened yesterday. And maybe, just maybe, Devin will go down with him (since they were apparently working together).
I forced myself out of bed and struggled to get changed into a new outfit with the fucking cast on my leg. Once that was done, I grabbed my crutches and pulled them under my shoulders as I stood up. I sighed to myself and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.
I tried to slip out before Taylor and Harry would notice me, but fate wasn't on my side.
Taylor asked from behind me, "Louis, where are you going?"
"Just... out. I should be back soon."
"Are you sure you don't wanna eat something before you leave?"
My stomach churned at the mention, probably because of nerves.
I nodded. "I'll be fine. I won't be gone long."
"Ok..." she sounded reluctant. "Bye, Louis. See you later."
"See ya later." I walked out and heard her closing the door behind me.
I walked to the police precinct.
Once I got there, a male police officer greeted me, "Hi, what are you here for?"
"I, uh, I was asked to, um, give your sketch artist a description of the man that, um, shot my, uh, girlfriend."
"What's your name, mister?"
"Louis, uh, Louis Tomlinson."
"We'll be right with you, Mr. Tomlinson."
Soon, the police officer, that asked me to do this yesterday, approached me. "Come right this way, Mr. Tomlinson."
"Alright."
I followed him to who I guessed was a sketch artist. There, I gave the sketch artist the best description I could give.
Afterwards, the police officer asked, "Do you know anything else about this man?"
"Um..." What else to say? "He has a partner. Devin."
"Thank you. Can you provide a description of him as well?"
"Sure." I provided the police officer with Devin's description.
"Alright. Thank you for all of your help. We'll be sure to find these men and hold them responsible for their crimes."
I nodded. "It was no problem. Thank you."
I walked back to my flat and knocked on the door, realizing I forgot my keys.
Taylor answered it. "In such a rush that you forgot your keys?"
I flushed in embarrassment. "Shut up, Taylor. Is Harry awake?"
"No. Come in."
"Thanks."
She let me in. "Would you like breakfast now?"
"That sounds wonderful. Thank you."
She smiled before rushing off to the kitchen to cook me breakfast.
I sat down on the couch, glad that that was over now.
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