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iii. the journal

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Harry Styles

Apartment No. 21, 4th floor, Bushwyn bldg., L. Lerman Street, Spellborough

The brown-headed male young officer stands at the front of the Bushwyn building, glancing back and forth at the little note he has in his hands and to the bland building right in front of him.

The white -- almost brown -- paint chipping off of the walls and the small entrance give away the impression that the building isn't occupied by many. It looks bleak from a distance and he's a little bit honest to think that people would ever opt to stay in this apartment complex if they have other choices. It doesn't even surprise the young man that a mysterious man such as Harry Styles would be residing in one of the flats inside the building.

It has been a day since Officer Langley's efforts to track down the whereabouts of the person he has apprehended and lost for questioning days ago has been fruitful. Finding out his address from the hospital Harry was once admitted for a supposed serious migraine, Officer Langley is glad he didn't give up.

He is still adamant to find out about Harry's odd behaviours at the crime scene the day after a dead body was found laying in a pool of its own blood. See, the thing is there had been few cases where a criminal would be arrested after visiting the place where he committed his own crime.

It's a conscience thing, perhaps. But the young officer only read bitterness on Harry's façade that day he attempted to talk to him. Officer Langley has strong instincts and he finds it hard to just ignore them. He knows something is suspicious about Harry Styles and he is just about to find out about it.

Stuffing the small note back to the front pocket of his shirt, Officer Langley takes casual steps towards the old double-doors of the building. Heaving a sigh, the young man is a bit taken aback that he wasn't even hindered by the woman behind the desk from walking further towards the elevator. He scoffs at the thought that the establishment has a very poor security.

Pushing the number 4 button, he patiently waits until the metal box carries him to the fourth floor. He fiddles on his thumb while he watches the numbers in red fonts change as the lift carry him one floor higher.

Thoughts of anticipation and doubt all mixed up inside his head while waiting for the door to open for him. He didn't realize just how much he was willing to do the trouble of finding this person just to prove his instincts. For all he know, they could be failing him this time. But either way, he thinks he's got nothing to lose if he finds out he's right or otherwise -- or so he thinks.

He jumps a little at the sudden sound of ding! followed by the door opening wide for him, yanking him out of the cynical thoughts. Exhaling a huff of courageous sigh, the young man takes few steps until his feet reaches outside the small confines of the elevator, breathing in the mix stench of air fresheners, air conditioner, and used cooking oil.

His eyes wander around the shallow hall, scanning the numbers punched on each door until they land on the door situated at the furthest right of the floor.

"Number 21." He whispers beneath his breath. He wonders why the flats were arranged in descending manner in the order of which is nearest from and to the elevator. He chuckles quietly and shakes his head in dismay. He has added another bullet to his why-this-place-sucks list.

All his scrutinizing thoughts are halted once he reaches Harry Styles' door. Just out of habit, Officer Langley gathers all the air inside his cheeks and then burst them out of his mouth into rapid nervous puffs. He tugs at the hem of his shirt and straightens up his stance to appear confident and professional before he curls his hand into a fist and knock on the door.