I could barely breathe as Louis and I drove to the police station. Part of me was scared because Harry was being arrested, and another part of me was scared because I kind of have this creepy phobia of police stations.

Bad things happened in police stations.

My brother died in a police station.

My mum and dad got dragged away in a police station.

I passed out for the first time in a police station.

They're bad. Forever.

Before I even knew it, Louis was parking the car and unlocking the doors. I made a final decision to stay in the car. I mentally glued myself to my chair and sat still.

He opened his car door and came over to my side, opening the door next to me. Louis looked at me and he smiled.

"Harry told me about you're little phobia, you'll be safe with me, yeah?"

He held out his hand, and for the longest time, I just stared at it.

You'll be safe with me.

I took his hand and he grinned, pulling me out.

"I promise, I won't let anyone place a hand on you."

He pushed the doors to the station open and my eyes couldn't even take the sight. It reminded me too much of Mullingar. Too much.

"Hey hey," Louis turned around to grab my other wrist and comfort me with his blue eyes. He and I were about the same height. He patted my fringe of hair going across my forehead and smiled at me again,

"See? You're okay. Now come on, we have to go see Harry."