The detective 🔝

9 [GRAY]: Show Me Your.. Thankfulness.

Sitting in the passenger seat in Harry Styles' luxurious car, with his father in the backseat; Zayn Malik was still in shock at the power the name 'Harry Styles' apparently held.

It all happened in a jiffy.

When Harry and Zayn got into the police station, Zayn was wearing his heart on his sleeve, a lot of things could go wrong. And despite the fact that he, million percent, believes his dad is not a thief, he hoped that he had a reasonable explanation to what happened.

When Harry introduced himself to the officers there, Zayn was surprised to see the ultimate respect and even fear in their actions.

The detective that was responsible for his father's case, was being called to tell them what his investigation has led to.

"It's nice to see you Mr. Styles," said the detective that goes by the name 'James Barnes'.

"Likewise." Harry simply added. Zayn watched the way they gazed at each other; like each one of them wanna get inside the other's head and under his skin. Zayn took the opportunity to stop looking at them and sent a quick comforting text to his mum, or was that too early? He thought, but it was already sent.

"You know Mr. Styles, when I see a situation's going south, I can't ignore it. I just have to fix it." Barnes said in what Zayn assumed was his authority voice.

"Look James," Harry rolled his eyes, and Zayn nearly gasped, but was quick to compose himself, "I didn't come here to chat about how good you are, I'm here to get Yaser Malik out."

The handsome detective crossed his arms over his chest, "Oh. Right," he raised his left eyebrow at Harry, "I've conducted an investiagtion, and I do believe he's innocent but.. there's something fishy here."

"My money is not missing one cent, so I don't care what you think is fishy." Harry was getting impatient and Zayn was really shock at the fact that Harry speaks in such ways with police officers.

"Well, I believe someone was screwing with Yaser Malik, and as an advertizer, I'm sure you know a thing or two about screwing people yourself," James added.

"My job requires," Harry narrowed his eyes, "for me to be more aware of people's mistakes. And I expect complete fidelity from those who work for me." Harry deadpanned, before looking at the other officer. "So can we get Yaser Malik and be done with this already?"

"Of course Mr. Styles," The lieutenant was quick to add, Zayn nearly forgot he was even here, but apparently he, just like Zayn, could sense the tension in the room. "I'll go get Mr. Malik now."

Harry was still glaring at James when the lieutenant left for some reason and James was not fazed about it. Zayn decided it's time to know what the fuck happened.

"Excuse me, detective," Zayn raised his hand awkwardly, "What did my dad say?"

James smiled, "You're his son?" He asked and Zayn nodded. I just said he's my dad, what else does 'dad' mean? Zayn thought.

James took an up and down examining look at Zayn, whom shifted uncomfortably on his seat but looked at Harry with a surprise face, his eyes widened and his lips a little pouting, when the latter grabbed Zayn's hand and pull it under his on his lap.

"You've sure got a lot of eyes, James." Harry said, bitting the inside of his cheek, glaring at the detective.

James' smile disappeared then came back wider, showing perfect white teeth,

"My job requires," James mimicked Harry before turning his face to Zayn.

He continued, "He said at 7 pm yesterday he got a call from Mr. Styles' secretary, asking him to bring 5 million dollars from the company's safe for an important deal that was happening early tomorrow, means today."

"I don't have any important deals today." Harry flatly answered the question that was lingering at the tip of Zayn's tongue.

"Yaser said the secretary told him it was your order."

Harry tightened his grip on Zayn's fingers, "I never asked anyone to bring anything." Harry's jaw clenched.

"Then.. this secretary, he must be the one who framed my father." Zayn let out.

"That's the fishy part, I was just about ready to make a trip to Styles Enterprises to have a chat with the secretary." James said, his steel-blue eyes were burning into Harry's green ones.

"Be my guest." Harry calmly added, his grip was still strong on Zayn's hand like he was holding himself from lashing out and hitting James square in the face.

'Be my guest' was Harry's way of saying 'I dare you!'

James' eyes shifted to the intertwined hands but he didn't comment on them.

Not more than a second later, the lieutenant opened the door and he got inside along with Yaser Malik.

Zayn felt the tears rushing to his eyes at the sight of his father and he cried out his name before jumping up and into his dad's opened arms.

"It's okay, Tamika. I'm okay." Yaser whispered comfortably into his son's ears.

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The three men, Harry, Yaser and Zayn, left the police station. To Zayn's horror, Yaser didn't say one word to Harry, he didn't offer an explanation or his thanks, but his wrinkly face showed a sign of displeasure when he got inside Harry's car.

Harry on the other hand, was grining when he got into the driver's seat and asked Zayn softly for the directions of his home.

The ride was full of silence, and in an attempt to break it, Zayn turned on the radio, after he looked at Harry for approval and Harry nodded softly with a smile.

When they got to the Malik residence, Yaser got off the car, closing the door behind him quite harshly, still not talking.

Zayn's face got red at his father's actions. So he was quick to speak,

"Thank you so much, Harry. For everything." Zayn uttered, looking into Harry's eyes, showing him his complete gratitude. "And I'm sorry for my father's behaviour, he just never been to Jail."

"Don't worry about it. I'm doing it for you, not for him." Harry answered honestly licking his lips. The sun was shining on his face through the open window, making his chocolate locks appear much lighter.

"I know your father doesn't like me. He thinks I'm unqualified to be the CEO, but my father believes in me, I hope yours can too."

Zayn's heart felt for the young businessman, his dad has no right to judge him like that.

"Anyway," Harry grinned, "I'm glad this situation brought you closer to me. I can't wait for you to show me your.. thankfulness." Harry moved his hand to rest upon Zayn's cheek that now possessed a rosy flushy colour.

Beautiful. Harry thought. He moved his hand to trace Zayn's lower lip softly, before pressing down a bit, and Zayn parted his lips to welcome Harry's thumb into his hot mouth, but Harry pulled his hand away.

Zayn thought what could Harry excatly mean by that, and his blush spread to the tips of his ears and to the nape of his neck, he unbuckled his seatbelt, and without actually thinking, he lowered his head to Harry's crotch, mouthing at his dick while his hands worked to get the zipper down.

"What are you doing?" Harry's voice was full of surprise, as he threaded his fingers through Zayn's messy hair, tugging to pull his face up.

Zayn's eyes widened, "I thought.. you wanted.. oh my God!" Zayn covered his face in embaressemnt as Harry chuckled lightly.

"How about I take you to dinner first?" Harry offered.

Zayn nodded fast, and went to open the door to leave as quickly as humanly possible. When he was one leg out of the car, he got back again and in an awkward move, pulled Harry's zipper up and closed it. "Sorry." He mumbled, and got outside the car, hearing Harry's deep laugh as he ran towards his house.

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A/n: hey you guys, how are we feeling today? Hope everyone is doing alright..

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