(Harry)

"You're not the only one who did some heavy creepin' on her, man", Tom said.

His eyes suddenly stern and serious.
"So did Zayn".

He slid a folder in front of me.
There was a label on it that said "44-001/ 44-053"

He looked at me, intently.
"Harry. You don't remember any of this? What we found last night?"

I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
"Tom. Stop."

"Harry. Come on. This is-"

"TOM.", I just wanted him to stop talking, but of course he wouldn't. I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

We heard a car drive close by and pull up to Zayn's house.
A large man got out of a white SUV and ran into the house. Within minutes, he was running back to the car, carrying two bags and threw them in the backseat.

"I've seen him before...", I rubbed my chin and Tom looked at me, waved his hand in front of me.

"Yeah, Zayn's driver, pay attention".

Tom flipped open the file. I sighed and squinted down at the wrinkled page. It looked old.