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Harry
I took off my jacket, throwing it onto Louis’ chair. He annoyingly huffed, properly hanging it on the hook, along with his, before taking a seat, putting his legs up onto his desk. I ordered us both coffee, before sinking into all the paperwork I had to finish, for myself and for my lazy partner who did nothing all day but lay around, pretending that his mere presence was enough effort on his behalf.
“ A fluffy, pink beanie, Styles, really?” Niall’s familiar irish accent filled the crowded air, as a hand removed the beanie off my head. The beanie that I hadn’t put on. The beanie that Louis probably put it on me while I was sunk into the work that he should have been helping me with. I groaned, my eyes falling onto Louis’ crouched body, with his hand on his stomach, and laughter rocking through him.
“ It’s a good thing that it wasn’t the boss who saw me with this on, he never would have let it go.” I encountered, almost returning to my paperwork, before a pat on the back flinched me back to reality.
“ I did see it, Styles, and you’re right, this is going to haunt you for a long time.” I tilted my head back, to see Zayn walking away from us, a smirk plastered across his face. Zayn was two years older than us, but he was responsible for the entire department. I turned to Louis, who had to bite down on his lips to keep his laughter from erupting yet again. I shook my head, an irritated smile making its way onto my face, as I checked my phone, to find a text from Gypsy.
“ Hazel is going to kick your ass when you come home tonight.” I read, chuckling to myself, the image of the eternally scarred kid resurfacing to mind.
“ I didn’t do anything!” I dared to argue.
“ Harry, the kid threw up as soon as you left the house. You will pay for this, you and that other asshole.” And that was when I burst out laughing, receiving confused looks from both Niall and Liam, who had joined into the conversation, somewhere in time when I was focused on texting Gypsy. I showed Louis the texts, unable to explain them myself, and he shortly joined into my fit of laughter. Louis spent the next hour telling Niall and Liam the story about how we put that Jimmy kid through hell, barely getting two words out between his following chuckles. While I continued to text Gypsy, attempting to defend both my partner and I, to no avail. We both knew we were guilty as charged.
“ So, I have a date tonight.” Louis announced, recapturing my attention.
“ Do I know her?” I questioned, focusing my eyes on filling out the form in hand.
“ Well, remember the girl who was arrested for drunk driving the other day? That dirty blonde, with that beauty mark right above her knee and-“
“ Alright, alright, shut up, yeah, I remember her. You were all over her once she was released.” I cringed at the memory, of Louis shoving his tongue down her drunken throat by the bathrooms. The girl was easy on any normal eyes, but not mine. She wasn’t exactly my type. Too vulgar, arrogant, plastic, and the list went on. She might have been considered pretty, but she was no Gypsy. Gypsy was something else; she didn’t need to put much effort into her makeup or her hair, she just naturally stood out. Louis was the reason why we ever met, because on that day when I got shot, he was too busy searching the closets for something to take, to actually have my back like he had announced, leading to my gunshot wound in my leg, and loads of paperwork shit and questioning to live through with uptight Zayn over here. I remembered how Louis had attempted to flirt with her, but she shut him down, pretty hard if you asked me. Which was why I was quite surprised when she didn’t call security on me after asking her out for a cup of coffee, which led to having lunch, dessert, and dinner together. When I drove her home that night, she introduced me to her overprotective, slightly possessive, young sister, who was ten years old at the time. The girl was a worse officer than me, asking me all sorts of questions, her voice firm, demanding, and I thought that if Gypsy’s father was around, he probably would have been a lot easier on me than Hazel was. Hazel set me off that night, with a warning to treat her sister well, or else. And I wasn’t too eager to find out what that “else” could have possibly been. The more dates we had been on, the more loose Hazel had become, starting to call me on first-name bases, occasionally smiling at me instead of the consistent frown never leaving her young features. And I felt for her, like she was my own. Gypsy’s undying love and protectiveness over her, reflected on me, and I began to think that if I ever had a child, I wouldn’t love it any more than I loved Hazel. I didn’t know how long I had sunk into that endless lane of memories, before Louis’ harsh shove caused me to realize that it was time for him to drive me home, and take my car for his date.
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Hijacked // h.s. au
Fanfiction“ Th- this is Gypsy Styles, we are threatened by men with guns, and so far, we are all okay, but please just- please, help us.” And the line went dead.
