It was never his plan to be there. He was not supposed to be there. But watching her some minutes ago near that street, running away, he was more than sure that she had, this time again, seen a murder; a cold blooded murder he did of the old drug dealer.

It was more than necessary for him to make sure she doesn't open her mouth. Learning that people were searching for her only gave him an opportunity.

Though, she seemed to be more than intimidated; so speaking out in front of the police is something she won't do anyway.

"That ass at least did one job right." He mused to himself thinking of the way Zayn must have scared her into submission as he walked towards his flat, cursing himself for not bringing his car. His strides were long and quick as he made his way towards his apartment but a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Harry, mate, what are you doing here?" He heard from behind him.

He turned around, a little surprised as he saw Louis approaching him.

"Wasn't he supposed to be at the other end of the city?" Harry thought upon remembering their conversation in the morning. However, he smiled and waved at him nonetheless.

"Hey!"

"What are you doing here?" Louis asked with curiosity laden blue eyes, staring at his friend, finally stopping as he reached him.

"I had that old Bob to deal with, remember?"

Louis shrugged at this.

"Fine. Come, I have got my car parked down the lane. I will drop you home." Louis motioned him to follow.

Stepping into the red mini cooper, Louis revved it and soon, they were on their way back to their apartments.

Thick blanket of silence enveloped the two males sitting in the car, providing much warmth and comfort than the meaningless small talks could ever do in the blood freezing night.

"You still didn't tell me why you were there?" Louis finally broke the silence, his blue eyes still trained on the road ahead as one hand clasped the steering wheel,  the other rested on his lap and raised up to the level of his brown hair, sweeping them away from his forehead time to time.

"I just di-"

"No. What were you doing there?
Bob was supposed to meet you near the Allison real estate building. You were like fifteen minutes away from it. Also, you were supposed to meet him some one hour ago; which means you must have already shot Bob dead, quite long ago, noting how fucking impatience you are, and you are still here. So what's going on?"

Harry let out a small "Oh..." at that, his mind reeling fast to find a perfect excuse as to why he was there; for he certainly couldn't say that it was because of that girl. Because if he did, he had to tell about how he suspected she had seen him murder Bob, thus costing both his and the girl's life and if he didn't, than Louis would instantly conclude that he is crushing after her, hence he would be earning himself a day and night torture of teasing smirks and comments.

"It ended too soon, I came to meet you, I knew you were somewhere nearby. So was searching for you. Than I could not find you so decided to come here, for a walk." Harry lied swiftly.

Louis bobbed his head at this, staring right ahead on the road as he drove the car while Harry looked outside from the window as they passed by the buildings on the roadside; the speed of the car making them blur.

"So you straight away came here, in that alley, to see if I am there?"  Louis questioned.

"No, I searched for you a little than came here." Harry said firmly.

"You did not saw Jackson's crew either?"

"Met them on my way. The asshole nearly died due to the slashed car tyres." Harry winced as he remembered her, in front of the car on the verge of death.

Louis hummed, making a sharp turn, now Harry's apartment just some blocks away.

"I feel worse about the girl, by the way."

Harry stiffened in his seat.

"She almost died. I hope she is okay, now that you have handed her to safe hands, yes Harry?" Louis asked after a while with a teasing smirk on his face.

Harry's head whipped to look at Louis' smug expression in surprise.

"You seriously didn't knew that I was the in charge of Jackson's crew,  right?" The brown haired man asked with a raised eyebrow. "And that I did not heard that desperate cry of 'Woman!' ?

Harry groaned.

" Here goes my peace of mind."

"Oh fucking shut up, Lou. I just came to meet you people and I saw a woman almost on the verge getting run over by a car-" Harry growled, his green eyes turning into slits, making Louis wonder how he knows the girl,
" -just because you people are inadequate enough to let moles seep into the system! And I was standing, like, metres away from her! Of course, I shouted! Anyone would have!" Harry finally concluded.

"Yeah, you came to meet us. Funny thing is, coming to this place was never planned."

Harry groaned in frustration.

"I was searching for you."

"Harry, we both know there is no use of lying."

"Okay, fine. I was following the girl. Happy?"

Louis giggled at this, his curiosity surfacing as he stopped the car in front of Harry's house.

"So who is she?" He asked with a teeth grazing his bottom lip.

"No one you should be bothered about." Harry deadpanned and climbed out of the car.

"Harry has a crush, finally!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he walked towards his apartment building's gate.

"Fucking knew this shit will happen." He groaned internally.

"Oh my God, I feel like a proud proud Dad right now! My boy is growing up so fast!"

"Shut up, Louis. It's not like that."

"So what is it like?"

"It's none of your concern."

"I can actually smell the intoxicating essence of love in the air, and I can feel it oozing from your pores, Harry." Louis said dramatically, only for Harry to sigh in defeat.

Harry paced towards his flat, taking the lift, leaving a smirking Louis behind.

Reaching his apartment, he stepped inside. He hastily bolted the door, eager to sleep and rushed towards his bedroom. Though, what surprised was that on his way to his room, door of Zayn's room was wide open and there was no one in sight.

With furrowed eyebrows, he entered his room. He was about to call Zayn when a note placed on the nightstand caught his attention.

Picking it up, he quickly unfolded it, only to find something scribbled in an almost illegible handwriting.

I am out with some friend. Will come home late, don't miss me much.

Z

"Bloody hell." Harry muttered, "A nursery student has handwriting better than this."

He balled the paper and threw it away. Taking out his gun, he didn't bother to change into something comfortable, rather, he laid down on his bed, sleep taking over his sore and tired body; enjoying the presence of newly found chocolate brown eyes staring back at him in the dreams.

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"Styles! Wake up!"

He woke up to see an extremely worried looking Robert, one of his juniors in the gang.

Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he sat up, groggily mumbled, "What's wrong?"

"Zayn's no where to be found."

"Chill, dude." He said, standing up and stretching himself. "He will reach here soon, he was out with some friends."

"That's the problem!" Robert asserted, "His friends said he has left for home early in the morning! It's already noon! Not like he had gone somewhere really far away. Just three blocks away!"

Harry frowned, his lips pursing as he thought hard where Zayn must have gone.

Rubbing his face with his hands, he sweeped his curls out of his face. 

"Call Louis, inform him of the situation if he doesn't know already and tell him to make sure Boss does not get to know about it. I will freshen up and then we will leave to search for him." Harry instructed and quickly went over to the bathroom.

Bathing as soon as possible, Harry rushed outside wearing a grey sweater with a black skinny jeans.

Entering the living room, he saw Robert sitting on the sofa.

Running his long, slender, ring clad fingers through his wet curly hair, he asked Robert, "You did what I told you to do?"

Scared at the sudden intrusion, Robert yelped, making Harry raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, there-there is another news actually." Robert replied, making Harry nod.

"Speak."

"We have found Zayn."

And Harry sighed, thinking that now he was saved from searching for Zayn, though the next sentence made him want to slit someone's throat; preferably Zayn, who had mastered in getting into trouble.

"He is in jail."

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