Back for You -- NOT *ON HOLD*

Brandin was a normal girl with a normal life. That is, until her long time friend and crush Liam Payne decides to visit her after leaving her when trying out for the X-Factor. What will happen when she gets close to another band member? And when a death and mysterious texts and letters float around, who will get hurt? Will they heal from the pain?

This is my first movella... please give me feedback it's much appreciated!


20. Eliminating Suspects

In 5 minutes we saw lights flashing in the distance. Must be the police.

"The police are coming, love." Harry murmured to me.

"Hmm." I made a sound and sat up. He opened the door and I stepped out. The lights now revealed themselves to be 2 police cars. They stopped next to our car as Harry stepped out and put an arm around me waist. An officer stepped out.

"Harry Styles?" He asked.

"That's me." I heard Harry say. The officer looked at me. I opened my mouth, but my words decided to fail me at this moment.

"This is Brandi, my girlfriend. Her house is where it happened." Harry said for me, squeezing me closer to him. I was so thankful he'd said something, I'm sure I looked like an idiot.

"Ok, follow us, please." The officer said. "I'm Officer Ackmen, by the way." Harry nodded and let go of me. I walked around the car to the passenger door and stepped in. Harry did the same at the driver's side. He started the car.

"You ready to do this?" He asked. Was I?

"No, but I have to be." I answered truthfully after a moment. He looked at me for a few seconds, shook his head slightly, and started to drive. I could tell he was worried about me.

"Do I have to tell them what I saw?" I asked weakly.

"No. I saw the same thing, I'll tell them." Harry said firmly. I was surprised at how adamant he was. He was already keeping the promise he made my by not making me tell them. I felt those butterflies in my stomach people talk about. He was amazing.

"They might ask you a few questions, though, since it's your house." He added, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Ok." I said simply.

We arrived soon after to my house. We both stepped out of the car and I immediately latched onto Harry's arm. I didn't want him leaving my side. The officers stepped out of their cars. Some headed to the house and others headed towards us, including Officer Ackmen.

"Ok, kids. Can you tell me what you did tonight?" He asked, readying his notepad. He was definitely trying to eliminate suspects.

"We were on a date." Harry began.

"What time?" Ackmen interrupted.

"Um around..." Harry paused.

"6:30ish we left my house." I finished for him, surprising both of us.

"Um, yeah. 6:30 we left here and went to a restaurant. We came back around 7:45 and saw... what was inside." Harry finished.

"Where were you before you left?" Ackmen asked.

"Here." I answered quietly. This didn't look good.

"Here? Were you inside?"

"I was getting ready." I said. "From about 4 til when Harry came for me."

"When did you come, young man?"

"Around 6:15."

"And you went inside?"

"Yes, sir. I spoke to her... mom... until she came up. I was only inside for about 5 minutes." Harry answered.

"And what did you plan to do after your date?"

"I was going to introduce him to my mom." I answered him, surprised again at my confidence.

"I see." Ackmen scribbled some information on his paper. He looked up after a while. "And tell me what you saw."

I froze. This was what I didn't want to talk about. I squeezed Harry's arm, trying to make him understand. But he already did.

"We got out of my car." Harry began. I was nervous. "And Brandin was leading me to her front door." He paused. Officer Ackmen looked at us expectantly. But Harry was looking at me, seeing if I was ok. I gave him a slight nod to continue. Better get this over with.

"She opened the door-" He put his arm around me. "-and well, saw..." He trailed off, as if it was hard for him to speak of it too.

"Uh..." He closed his eyes. I decided it was time to stop being a coward and speak up.

"We saw my sister laying on the floor in the entryway with a... with a knife..." I broke off. I put my arm around Harry's waist and squeezed. We could do this. Together.

"Yes. I see." Ackmen said, scribbling more on his notepad.

"And then Harry turned me around and walked me back to his car because I was quiet shocked." I continued, feeling tears come down my face. Where did they come from?

"And then I sat her in the passenger side and blocked her view because we'd left the door open. I called 911 and followed their instructions to wait for you at the end of the street. And here we are." Harry finished for me after gathering himself.

"Mhm, mhm." Ackmen continued writing. He looked up after a minute or two. "Thank you for your help, this must have been very hard." He walked away.

I nodded, but I didn't hear half of what he said. I was thinking about Michaela. She was long dead, but when would we be told it was for sure? I took a deep, shaky breath.

"You ok?" Harry asked me quietly. I started to nod, but shook my head no and buried my head in his chest. I felt his arms wrap around me and some tears drip on my hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He kept repeating. "This was supposed to be perfect." I pulled back and reached up to wipe his tears away.

"Harry, it was perfect until we came home. I had a great time at the restaurant." I said smiling slightly.  He tried to smile, too, but failed.

"I'm sorry about your sister, Brandin." He said and hugged me again.

"Me too." I muttered. Then something occurred to me. I pulled away again.

"Harry." I said urgently.

"Yes, love?" He asked worried.

"Where's my mom?"



Sorry for the shitty chapter, I'm having some serious writer's block. I'll think of something soon, I promise. I don't know when my next update will be, for sure next Sunday. At least you know now partly what happened. You know what they saw now haha... just what's up with it all??

What will happen next, hmm?? You can help me by commenting or kiking me: allidoismusic (:

Love you!


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