My life is quite easy. I just turned twenty-one, yet, I'm one of the best paid cops in London. Maybe even England? Hah, who am I kidding? My name is Harry. I'm single, and I'm a hundred percent happy living that way.
I find myself standing alone in the middle of the kitchen, dressed in just my boxers holding a cup of tea. Sometimes I think I'm born in the wrong country, because I'm absolutely not interested in tea - except lemon tea.
My eyes search through the news paper for some interesting stuff to read, but I can't seem to find it. The clock is ten in the morning so I have like fourty five minutes till work still. As I'm about to walk into the living room I walk into a little piece of dirt laying on the floor. "Fuck, should've cleaned," I angrily say to myself. I sigh as I walk out of the room.
I carefully open the white little shelf. The first thing that captures my attention is the picture of her. I don't even know why I still got that picture, it's not like she's coming back. And neither would I take her back.. Or, am I just fooling myself? I still love her, but she left me and I have to accept that. In some way I can almost thank her because I would never be where I am today if she didn't leave.
I put my uniform on, looking at myself in the mirror - debatating if I should shave or not. I decide to not shave and leave it there. Before I go i brush my teeth and fix my hair.
The police office is already full of costumers, some people screaming for help, two very young girls crying, officer Linda running around and a lot of prisoners. "Hello officer Harry, how are you?" Carl asks me. I recognise his dark skin with the white cup of coffee as soon as I turn around.
"Very good pal, what about you?" He trembles while he puts the cup near to his mouth. "Good sir. My wife made me the most delicious pancakes to breakfast, damn!" He laughs his very loud laugh. "That's good to hear Carl," I laugh with him. "Have a good day Harry," he taps my shoulder and walks away.
"Anything new, Andy?" I ask our typist. "Yes, mr. Clocx has a new case for you, I think it's about a bank robbery this time." I nod before heading to mr. Clocx office. I carefully knock at his door, seeing him in a phone call at the moment. He shows me two fingers, which in our language means "two minutes".
In the mean time I walk into my own office. I sit down to scramble through some mails and stuff. Some of them are just trash, while some others are quite important. I open one of them from Nick Hill.
'Dear mr. Styles
We have been in touch with your boss, mr. Clocx who said you are one of his best cops. Therefore we decided to give you an offer.
Here in America, there's a lot more criminality than in the UK but we need more cops, especially in Detroit. We have decided to let you come over here for a month, if you like it you can choose to stay or go home. Lucikly enough for you there's plenty of time to think - you have one year on you from this day on. Please answer us if you're interested.
Greetings from the USA, Nick Hill.'
I smile at the mail. This is such an amazing opportunity, but I don't know yet. Suddenly Mr. Clocx enters the room. "Harry, there's a bank rubbery in Lloyd's banking group, we need you and officer Geraldo to go check it out, can you do it?" I nod at him straight away. "Yes sir!"
When we enter the bank my pulse is high. It's beating like it's the last time it gets to beat. That's what I fucking love with this job, the adrenaline. "Okay, you go left, I go right," Nelly Geraldo says. The impression of this scene is quite strong. People screaming, crying and hyperventilating even. I grab my gun out of my pocket and pull of the trigger. Everybody screams. "EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!" I scream loudly enough to everyone to hear me.
I can see the fear in everyone's eyes. "EVERYBODY JUST CALM DOWN, EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT VERY SOON." A middle aged women comes running toward me. "Officer, they stole my purse and I had a lot of money in it!" she squeals. "Just breath okay, we'll find your purse." I look around in the room and I immediately find the robber.
I run as fast as I can toward him. He turns his back to me and runs away. Lucikly enough I'm fast enough to catch up on him. I throw myself over his body, making me land over him. His a lot smaller than me, even though he looks a lot older than me. I grab my handcuffs and put them on him. "You're going to the station with me sir, everything you say can be used against you in the court."
People are still screaming around. It's blood on the floor as well. A young girl comes up to me. "Officer, my mum is hurting really badly, could you help?" she tries her best to keep her tears away. "Yes of course, that's my job." I follow the young girl while she leads me to her mother. I sit down crouching beneath her mother. A disgusting feeling is spreading inside of me while I look at her. I bend down lower to her mother. Trying to listen at her heart rythm. I'm afraid it's too late.
"Sweetie, you should call 911 as fast as you can." Her tears flows out as I'm trying to save her mother. This is the worst thing about my job, seeing people loosing the ones they love.
As her mother gets carried away an older girl comes up to me, I suggest it's her sister. "Thank you sir, you did everything you could," she says with tears in her eyes. I nod with a smile. "It's my job," I sigh, "It's my job."
When we're back again at the station Andy indicates where we should put the robber with her eyes. I lock him into a cell. "Andy..?" I come up to her desk, holding my hat in front of my chest. She nods with understanding eyes. "We're going to find the murder, I swear," I curse.
Later
I plant my feet as good as I can at the table in front of me. The tv's on with some news and I'm about to eat my little dinner - but my phone rings.
"Niall?"
"Hey Harry, how you doing? Heard you had quite a rough day at work today mate," he sighs
"Yeah.. I'm okay, it was a hard day today."
"Well, join me going out then man, you haven't been out for weeks because of your job!"
"Hmm.. I don't know," It doesn't really call to me, going out tonight. I want to stay up late and drink a beer at home watching shitty tv-programs.
"Come on man, Zayn is might coming too. For ol' time's sake?"
I decide to give up, he'll never give up so what ever. "Uh, fine. See you at Fabric soon?"
It's like I almost can see his smile through the phone while he speaks. "Yes!"
A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you liked this chapter and will continue to read. If you want to find out more about the story and so on, keep on reading.
