Mature** it's not zarry related tho, sadly.

"Harry I can't, " Harry's best girl friend Nyla said after hearing his plan. She couldn't possibly risk her life just to see who's killing his one night stands. Harry facepalmed, realizing how stupid he was.

"I'm sorry Nyla. I just can't deal with this anymore," Harry sighed. A wave of sympathy went through Nyla and she spoke without realizing what she said.

"I'll do it Harold. But if I die, then I'll haunt you with my ghost, " she chuckled lightly. Harry jumped up and hugged his best friend, chanting a chorus of thank you's. She smiled and pointed a warning finger at Harry.

Deep down, Nyla was terrified. She couldn't just risk her life to have Harry see who the killer was. She was too young to go, just like those other poor people. Fifteen of Harry's one night stands are missing or dead, and one officer went missing. Harry knew those sixteen people.

But Nyla was a good friend. She was going to help Harry get through this crisis.

"So... We just, get under the covers and pretend to fuck. Then I leave your house with my recording on. If someone grabs me, I scream and you come out with a butcher's knife. That's the plan right?" Nyla asked. Harry nodded his head and swallowed. He felt selfish, but he had a feeling that nothing was going to happen to Nyla.

"Okay, let's do it."

Nyla took off her shirt, staying in her bra so that the fake sex looks more real. She got under the covers and Harry climbed on top of her. He pretended to thrust into her as they both awkwardly moaned.

If Harry was being honest, he'd admit that this fake sex felt pretty good. His hard on was brushing against Nyla. Nyla felt his hard on and tried to make Harry think that her moans were fake, when they really weren't. His hard cock was hitting her clit in the perfect spot which drove her crazy.

Those fake moans soon turned into real ones when the two realized how good each other felt. The sensation was perfect, and Nyla couldn't help but moan at the contact of Harry.

"H- Harryyyyy"

Harry closed his eyes and came into his pants. His eyes widened and so did Nyla's. That wasn't part of the plan. Harry blushed and got off of the girl who had rosy cheeks just like he did.

"Uhm... I'll be leaving now, " Nyla informed. Harry was too embarrassed to say anything, so he gave her a small nod. That wasn't supposed to feel good... But it did.

He made his way downstairs and stood by the front door. He was in a phone call with Nyla, to make sure that everything was okay. He waited and waited, but nothing happened.

He soon heard her front door unlock from the other line. "I'm okay Harry, nothing happened to me. I guess that killer took a hint, huh?"

Harry was in shock. He of course didn't want her killed, but where was the killer at? He/she usually preys on every one of his sex partners.

"O- okay. Have a nice evening N—"

"—Wait Harry... This is a one time offer... I wanted to uh- actually... You know.. Do it. It honestly felt so nice and I want to see what it feels like if we go all the way..." Nyla hinted. Harry smirked, leaning against the front door.

"Sure thing, just come over tomorrow Ny. Later," Harry agreed. It would be weird having sex with your best friend, but he couldn't resist.  Nyla was a beautiful girl anyways, who wouldn't want to do the deed with her?

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The next day:

After Nyla had left Harry's house, he went to Starbucks for a coffee. Zayn had coincidentally made a trip to where Harry lives, with small white cameras in his bag. This time... He got cameras that would actually match the ceiling, so that he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Zayn had no idea about the whole situation with Harry and Nyla, but he was bound to find out that day. He sat at his laptop, about to open up the screen. He had this feeling though...

This feeling that Harry wasn't alone. He shook off the feeling and opened up his laptop. His heart stopped when he saw his Harry and another girl going at it. They were in plain sight, having sex.

"Nyla you're so tight!" Harry grunted.

Zayn didn't need anymore confirmation to figure out that they were indeed having sex. Why hasn't Harry learned yet? He slammed his laptop shut, standing up and looking at Liam.

"Zayn just leave I—"

"—No Liam."

"He's a hormonal teena—"

"—He's mine!" Zayn growled, grabbing his keys. Liam leaned back into Zayn's couch, shaking his head. Zayn needed to get over Harry and find someone closer to his age. Harry was nineteen and Zayn was twenty-five.

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Nyla walked out of Harry's house with a smile on her face. It felt weird having sex with your best friend, but she couldn't help it. The fake sex felt good, and the real sex felt even better.

Little did Nyla know was that Zayn stood right behind her with a scowl on his face. She realized that she forgot her phone, so she turned around to go get it out of Harry's house.

Nyla made contact with a man who was staring down at her. She backed away, not finding it in herself to scream. It was as if someone ripped out her larnyx and stomped on it.

"Y- y- you're the person behind all of this?  I- I swear Harry and I are only friends! W- why weren't you h- here yesterday?" Nyla stuttered, petrified at the man in front of her.

"I didn't have cameras in his home yesterday. All I saw today was you being a little slut to my baby. HE IS MINE!"

"AHHHH! HARRY HELP!"

Harry was too busy in the shower, cleaning himself off to even hear the screaming outside of his house. Nyla was out of luck when Zayn pushed her onto the cold ground.

"Your parents taught you not to steal, right!?" Zayn hissed. He put his arms around Nyla's neck and squeezed. She gasped for air, tears blurring her vision.

Zayn pulled off the long strip of ducktape that was sticking to his shirt, and wrapped it around the girl's mouth. He picked her up bridal style and shoved her into his car, driving away from his lover's house.

Officer Horan was going to have a new friend in the pen.

@/N: next chapter is going to be a gruesome one... Just letting you know that . There's also going to be some deaths . Have a good day/ night ;)