Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Life of a cop was lonely. Harry knew that when he was first enrolled for being a part of the LAPD.

Coming from England, he was aware that he would have to work hard to make his place in the American state, full of people looking for a dream job.

One thing Harry was good at was his job. It was pretty much his entire life. After leaving his family and flying to Los Angeles, Harry did everything he could to reach his goal. He went the recruit training center, then being hired to be an officer in the city.

After days of hard work and endless nights in the streets, arresting drunk men, Harry got the promotion he was hoping for; he was about to become a detective.

It was his first day and he was a nervous wreck. He didn't know exactly what department he would be assigned to yet but he was hoping for homicides.

He adjusted his black tie and straighten the collar of his white dressed up shirt. His long hair were tighten up into a bun and his shoes were shining under the morning light entering in his almost empty bedroom.

Nervously, he made his way to the office, before waiting patiently for the captain to arrive. He was shaking his long thin leg nervously, under the observing eyes of the receptionist.

Harry knew that he was a good looking guy, but he didn't like to be full of himself and he hated girls who were desperate like her.

He looked at his watch, the man was ten minutes late. Finally, the sound of the elevator was heard and a small man with piercing blue eyes got out. Even if he was much shorter than Harry, the younger boy felt very intimidated by his presence.

- You must be Harry Styles. My name is Louis Tomlinson. Detective Louis Tomlinson. Captain Horan couldn't be here this morning. I will show you around.

- Are you British?

- Yeah I am. What a coincidence. We are three now. Your partner is from Bradford.

Harry was about to ask who his partner was when he spotted a guy, sat at a desk, feet up. He had hazel eyes and short almost shaved dark hair. He was wearing a casual leather jacket, a white t-shirt and combat boots. Very far from Harry's black expensive suit.

Harry couldn't even tell if he was a police officer or a criminal from his look. His questions were fast answered when Louis designed him as Detective Malik.

Harry scoffed, hating people who couldn't dress up properly for work. It was so unprofessional.

- Here's your new partner Zayn.
- Great, a fucking newbie.

Harry rolled his eyes at the thick British accent.

- Nice to meet you also...Detective Malik.

Harry tried, annoyance clearly audible in his voice.

- Detective Styles. I heard a lot about you. Promoted for being a professional ass liker.

- Zayn! It's your last chance, don't fuck it up.

Louis warned.

- Right. Anyway, I have things to do so either you shut up and follow me around or you stay here and let me do my job.

Louis gave Harry an apologetic look before leaving the two of them together.

- So what department are we assigned to? Judging my your looks I would say narcotics ?

- We are the special victims unit.

Zayn answered flatly. Special victims unit? Harry didn't know exactly what it meant but he didn't want to ask Zayn and look dumb so he just remained quiet.