blackberry • harry styles • a.u.

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"Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane... but I got a blank space, baby... and I'll write your name."

1999.

Hard breathing.

-Hello... hello...-.

Crying.

-London Police Department, what can I help you with, Sir?-.

-My wife... she's not breathing...-

Panic.

-Okay, okay. Calm down, Sir. Everything is going to be okay. I'm sending an ambulance and a patrol over there. Mind telling me your address?-

-Chelsea. 31 Markham St.-

-What's your name, Sir?-.

-Harry... Styles.-

-Okay, Mr. Styles, I will send a patrol over there. How is your wife?-

-SHE DROWNED!-.

Desperation.

-Alright, then. Don't touch her body or anything. Is your house intact?-.

-The windows are okay... the... the... floor is covered with blood...-.

-Blood?-

-Yeah. Blood.-

-After a drowning?-.

No response.

-Sir?-.

It could've been a perfect crime.

Too bad Harry fucked it up.