5SOS IMAGINES

Policeman

Michael:

"You have to go to the police," Your little sister tells you after six hours of looking for your lost puppy on new years eve. 

"I suppose we'll have to," you sigh, leaning against the road sign behind you opposite the line of bars and nightclubs filled with drunk teens.

You walk all the way to the police station, it's half eleven and the streets are filled with drunk party-goers so you keep your sister's hand trapped inside yours. 

"They probably can't do anything, it's new years eve they're probably busy," she says. 

"They could send out like a notice to everyone in case anyone else sees her at least," you tell her.

You walk into the station to see a guy with spiky hair sitting behind the glass screen, half asleep. 

"Excuse me?" you ask, politely tapping the small microphone infront of you, confused as to why there's only two guys working in a police station on a night that's probably going to be filled with law breaking. 

He jumps a little, "Mhmm yeah?" he looks up at you and rubs his eyes, "Oh my gosh I'm sorry."

He smiles up at you, his eyes tired yet he still looks sort of cute. There's a guy behind him at another desk who's fast asleep with his head on his keyboard.

"Uhm, we've lost our dog and we can't find her anywhere," you tell him, close to tears.

"Hey, um, I'm supposed to write all this down but maybe I'll just help you look?" he says, standing up. 

"What?" your sister asks quietly. 

"I don't know," you tell her as the guy nudges his colleague and says something to him. 

"Okay, so that guy is gonna cover for me while I help you," he smiles as he walks into your half of the empty entrance to the station through the heavy door.

"Are you allowed to do that?" your sister asks.

"No, but my dad runs this place so I'm alright," he tells you, "I'm Michael by the way."

"I'm Y/N," you say, "how come this place isn't super busy on a night like tonight?" you ask, looking round the empty station as the guy puts his heavy police jacket on.

"Oh this isn't the main station, this place only deals with walk ins like you guys, the station down the road will get all the calls. Besides no one bothers coming in here because it's too small," he explains as you walk back out in to the cold air.

"Oh," you whisper, he looks hot in his thick jacket that's done up right to his neck.

"What's your dog's name?"

"Scraps," you tell him.

"That's so cute oh my gosh," he smiles.

"It's a weird name for a female dog but we don't care," you laugh. 

"It's adorable," Michael tells you.

"We need to hurry up before the fireworks start, she'll be terrified," Your sister says nervously.

You walk round the streets shouting your puppy's name, Michael with you every step, and earning annoyed glares from the people standing outside bars smoking. 

"Oh my gosh," Michael says, hearing people chanting down from 10 to 0.

"TEN!"

"NINE!"

"I found her!" your sister yells, running over to a bush, "She's caught in the branches."

"EIGHT"