Not for all the love in the world.

“We brought Zayn in for questioning, but you can’t come back here Harry. I’m sorry, it’s all very sensitive.” Kat said as I tried to barge past her and into the interrogation room. Her fist was wrapped around my arm as she stopped me. I knew I couldn’t go back there, but I had questions. I had to know why Zayn was with Shelby. I didn’t even think they liked each other, Shelby used to speak so ill of Zayn. I was flabbergasted.
“I’m a bit sensitive too, Detective Ross.” My brow furrowed as I spoke. She stood up straight, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she looked up at me defiantly.
“I have been very inclusive with you Mr. Styles, more than I should have been. I can make you get radio silence if you behave like this.” She finished with a glare, damn. She was feisty.
I nodded, shaking my fingers through my hair as I tried to wrap my head around this all. “I’m sorry, I am just feeling a little shaken.” My words were true, but I was less shaken about my girlfriends untimely death and more so about my best mate sleeping with said girlfriend.
“I understand Harry,” She moved me to the chair; I sat with my legs wide and my elbows resting on my knees as I clutched at my cheeks. She knelt down, coming eye level with me. Her blouse was unbuttoned a little more than usual, revealing a supple cleavage that was teasing me.
“Listen, you’re a suspect too Harry. We haven’t ruled you out, so what I share with you from here on out is purely off the record and you repeat not one word about it. Are we clear?” She said authoritatively.
I nodded and inhaled deeply through my nostrils; I sat up and regained my composure. “Crystal.” I said slowly, standing and giving her a deep stare before walking toward the exit.
I didn’t realize I was a suspect, I should have known. Boyfriends are always the first suspect, right? Why had she come to me? Hoping I’d slip up and she’d catch something. Is she just playing me now? Trying to gain my trust so that she can milk me for information? Maybe I’ve watched a few too many episodes of Special Victims Unit, but I feel as though she’d not being entirely honest with me.
My thoughts were pulled away by the buzzing of my phone in my back pocket. I fished it out, sliding my finger across the flat screen.
“Hullo?”
“Harry, It’s Niall. Where are ya’ mate?” His thick Irish accent was never relenting, a steady, and a constant. He was Niall, the one who made me feel better when shit was bleak.
“I’m just leaving the police station, are you on your way to mine?”
“Yea, I’m just gettin’ to a taxi, should be there in about twenty minutes or so”
“Brilliant, I’ll be there in about the same amount of time. Man, have I got something to tell you…”
I knew that if I could trust any of the lads with this, it was Niall. He was true to his word and never spilled any secrets he collected along the way.
He was the one who could keep my secret.

Notes

You know, motive is motive.