Not for all the love in the world.

“You clean up wonderfully…” I said as I looked Harry over, I knew that going to this gala was foolish, but I was like a school girl with a crush and I couldn’t stand saying no to him.
“You don’t look so shabby yourself, Ms. Ross.” He replied as we walked up the steps towards the main room. I was wearing a long black gown; he’d bought it for me earlier… I felt like a princess. I knew if Jason knew he would have a fit, I’d already blown him off for this tonight, it was Thursday and that was our normal pub quiz night – he would have to deal, he thought I was at home sick with a stomach bug and I instructed him to stay far away because I was definitely contagious.
“Mr. Styles,” A man said as he approached Harry, shaking his hand and giving me a smile. Harry introduced me and they began chit chatting away as my eyes scanned the room, there were celebrities here and I was feeling a little star struck, it’s amazing how easy it is to get caught up in all of this.
“Kat is a working on Shelby’s case,” Harry’s voice brought me back to the conversation. I turned and gave him a smile, nodding my head as I sipped from the champagne flute that had somehow found it’s way into my hand.
“It’s great to meet you, I’m so glad that there are so many great detectives on this case. I still can’t believe it. To think that we had a meeting that night Harry, who knows how long she would have been there if you’d been able to make it.” He shook his head and gave me a frown.
“Styles, Azoff! Get over here, you have to meet someone.” A voice called from behind us, I turned as I watched Harry and his producer walk away.
Harry didn’t meet with him on the day Shelby was murdered, how had that slipped? That had been his alibi, certainly I’d checked that… or was I already too caught up?
It was like a partner connection because as soon as I’d grabbed my phone to call Jason, his name was already flashing on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Giving you a heads up, we’re arresting Zayn.”
“What? Why? What happened?” I asked, turning to duck into a corner.
“Found the murder weapon, it’s covered in his prints. Looks like pretty boy wasn’t lying, it was Zayn after all.”
“I’m coming to the station” I said as I began walking toward the exit
“You’re sick?”
“I feel better.” I said before hanging up and walking into the elevator, as soon as I’d pressed the one button Harry popped his hands between the doors, causing them to stop closing.
“Where are you going?” He asked, looking perplexed.
“They’ve arrested Zayn, I have to go to the station…”
“Oh, what a pity…” He said as he stepped back, looking almost glad he had been arrested.
“See you later, Kat.” He said with a smirk before turning to walk back to the gala.
How peculiar he was acting, I looked back down at my phone – the tabloids were already blowing up.
This was going to be a real shit show and on top of it all, I have to figure out why Harry lied.

Notes

Why so many lies boys?!
WHY
what did Harry do with the gun!?
HOMG