"You gave him a dick piercing!?" , Liam shrieked and arose to his feet. He didn't understand how Zayn could have a smirk while explaining an incident about hammering a needle into somebody's dick. Liam would be wrong if he didn't feel bad for the poor boy.

"Yes, yes I did. "

Liam sat back down and slowly sipped his tea that Zayn made for him. He did not want to get on Zayn's bad side. Nobody did.

"Unbelievable, " Liam scoffed. Zayn shrugged, the smirk never leaving his pretty face. Usually when Zayn is thinking, he traces the long scar on his forehead with his finger. That's exactly what he was doing, until he had an idea.

"How about a PP? " , Zayn asked with a wild grin. He rubbed his hands together, whilst Liam stared at him completely bewildered. What did a... PP have to do with anything? Zayn sipped his tea, waiting for Liam's answer. The answer never came so Zayn spoke up again.

"A pussy piercing. "

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"—in Bieber's body went missing a few days ago and was never found. His friends reported that he was visiting  Harry Styles' home. There is no proof that Harry Styles was the reason for this kidnapping, but he will be questioned since he is a suspect. Now, we have the weather repo—"

"What the fuck!?" , Harry shouted to himself. Why the hell do they think that he was a suspect? He would never kill anyone, especially an innocent person. He thought about possible suspects that weren't him, but nobody came to mind.

A loud knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. Harry had no idea on who the person at his door could be. But then again, that news report was a few days ago, so it could possibly be an officer.

Harry was correct —there was an officer at his door. He moved from the peephole and opened the door with a sigh. Hell begins now.

"I'm officer Clifford, I was here to question you about Justin Bieber. "

Harry held his door open wide and stepped aside to let the officer in. The man with red hair walked in, looking around. He followed Harry into the living room and took a seat on the purple couch.

Harry didn't want to be rude, so he offered the officer something to drink, which was declined. Feeling awkward afterwards, Harry sat down across from Clifford. He waited for the officer to say something, he wasn't going to speak first.

"What was Justin to you? Friend? Lover? Enemy? Relative? " , the officer asked. He took out a small notepad and crossed his legs in front of himself. Harry tried not to make a smart answer, but obviously failed.

"No he was a one night stand. Any problem with that? "

Officer Clifford cleared his throat, looking away from the boy in front of him. If he knew that was the answer, then he wouldn't have asked in the first place. Harry sat there with a satisfied look on his face. Making this officer mad wasn't going to be a challenge at all.

"O...kay... Where did he go after he left your house?"

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. How would he know where Justin went? Truth is... He's secretly terrified. Every one of his fucks end up missing or dying.

"Well then. Who's car is that in your driveway? "

Justin's.

"Er... It's uh... Mine! I have two cars..." , Harry lied. Officer Clifford licked his lips before leaning forward and showing Harry a picture. The picture was a licence plate that read,

Ju$#!N.

Officer Clifford went back into his original position, smirking at Harry. Liars get put in their places.

"That's the same license plate as the one outside. Did you— did you kill Justin and steal his car? If you're going to lie, then make it believable Harry Styles, " Clifford informed a little too rudely.

"Don't yell at me in my house!"

Clifford stood up and pulled out his handcuffs. He's had enough of this lying boy. Justin needed justice.

"I'm taking you into the station for an interrogation. If we know that you're lying, you will be having a lie detector test. Understood Styles? "

Harry nodded his head, a few strands of curls bouncing out of place. He was innocent, there was no need for more questions.

"Okay. Well can I get my shoes and take a piss that I've been holding in?" , Harry stalled. The red headed officer sighed and mumbled a small 'yes' which made Harry smile.

"Oh... And before you assume anything else, I suggest that you pull Zayn Malik in for a search and interrogation. "

He ran off to his bathroom, listening to Clifford speak into his mic about questioning Zayn. A frown crept upon his face when he realized that he basically framed another person. Zayn seemed like a good guy, but crazy in the head. Just because he cut himself and had the same amount of slices on his wrists as his deceased one night stands, it didn't mean that he was a killer.

He shook his head before grabbing his shabby black converse and walking back into the room where officer Clifford once was.

Keyword : once.