After Officer Clifford went missing, Harry has been called in for questioning non-stop. Nobody believed him until he took a lie detector test— which he got all true. He was on his way home when he bumped into a certain person.

"Louis! Long time no see bud!", Harry greeted when he saw his old high school friend. Louis looked up from his phone and cracked a smile at the much taller boy. They did their signature handshake with grins on their faces.

"Wanna come to Starbucks with me? I was just making my way over there," Harry spoke when their hands parted. Louis groaned, putting away his phone.

"I just left Starbucks,Harry."

That didn't stop Harry from grabbing the older boy's wrist and pulling him into the doors of his favorite place. Louis tried to pry Harry's hand off of him but it was no use.

"Hello, welcome to Starbucks!" , A girl with purple hair and heavy makeup chirped. Harry let go of Louis, leaning against the counter. He looked into the eyes of the beautiful girl standing in front of him.

"I'll have a mocha latte... And your number. I could use some fun tonight, " Harry flirted with a wink. Perrie's smile dropped after Harry's little comment. She shook her head, clearly not amused.

"Sorry. I have a boyfriend, but your latte will be ready soon sir may I have your name?"

Fate.

That was fate. Perrie was too innocent to go so soon. If she had sex with Harry, there was no denying that she would be dead once she got into Zayn's hands. Harry was too oblivious to even realize that something... Or someone was causing all of these deaths. All he wondered about was if this was a coincidence or not.

Harry mumbled his name to the pretty lady before he pulled Louis to a table with him. Louis slid down into the seat, glaring at his friend sitting in front of him. Who did Harry think he was? Dragging him around like he was some kind of dog on a leash.

"I'm sorry to force you here Louis, but I need to talk to you, " Harry stated, looking up into Louis' blue eyes. Louis inspected his fingernails, pretending not to really care about what Harry had to say.

"Talk, peasant. "

Harry rolled his eyes, showing Louis his glorious finger that was screaming 'fuck you'.  If Louis was going to be immature, then there wasn't a point in even trying to talk.

"Shut up, I'm serious here, " Harry scolded.

"So am I. "

"Harry Styles?"

Harry retreated from his seat, pointing a finger at Louis —indicating that he needed to stay seated. He got his mocha latte from the counter and went back to the table where his friend was at. He took a sip of the drink, swallowing before speaking.

"So... There's been a lot of deaths going on. It confuses the hell out of me because I knew every person, " Harry started. Louis leaned forward in his seat, focusing on the story.

"Like... These aren't just normal deaths, they're murders. An officer disappeared in my own home and I got called in for questioning. It's something causing these deaths, " he continued. Louis rested his cheek against his palm, rolling his eyes. Harry was delusional, people die everyday.

"Haz. People die everyday, what are you so worried about?"

"Were you listening? I knew these people, " Harry argued. He was getting frustrated at this boy sitting at his table. He can't listen for shit.

"Mmm... And how did you know these people?", Louis pestered. He watched Harry take a sip of his latte, staring down at the table. Louis heard the faint sound of Harry swallowing the drink—that's how quiet they were.

"They were one night stands... Don't laugh about it either. Anyways, everytime they leave my house, they d—wait! I just realized that! Every person who I have sex with dies afterwards. Whether it's a car crash or—or a disappearance. Something is wrong Louis. "

Louis sighed, leaning backwards into his chair. It's just a common coincidence. Maybe his one night stands don't want to talk to Harry ever again. One night stands mean... One night stands. You don't see that person anymore.

"Okay Harry. One night stands disappear after sex, it's nothing to work—"

"— On the news?! They end up on the news after leaving my house? You don't get it Louis! I will figure this shit out and I will think of a plan," Harry said frustratedly. Louis only nodded his head, not in the mood to argue.

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Zayn stared at his laptop screen. The screen showed Harry pacing back and fourth around his room. He pulled his hair and plopped down onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

His eyes wandered around his ceiling, imagining random patterns with his eyes. He frowned when he saw a small black thing sticking to his ceiling.

Zayn on the other hand, was scared shitless when Harry made direct eye contact with the camera. Has Harry spotted the camera? He saw Harry get off of his bed and walk under the spot where the camera hung.

Harry's head stared up at the little thing with curiosity on his face. He moved one of his chairs into the area where the small black thing hung. He stood up onto the chair and took a closer look at the object.

It was indeed a camera.

Who the hell planted that in his house? Why would somebody want to spy on him? Who was this sick person?

Zayn intensely watched Harry grit his teeth before plucking the camera off of his ceiling. After that, everything on his screen went black.

He was busted. Harry was most likely going to go to the police station. He knew Harry more than Harry knew himself, he was the type of person to go to the police.

Zayn couldn't handle everything at the moment. He felt his body fall backwards as sleep took over him.

@/N: hehe I'm excited for the next chapter . And sorry for any mistakes  , I didn't proof read 💀