"Hello sir, we received a noise complaint," the male officer said, getting straight to the point and looking at the clip board in his hands. "There have been reports of yelling, glass shattering and gunshots coming from this house." 
                          
Jason furrowed his eyebrows dumbly. "Gunshots?" He ran a hand through his hair, sucking on his teeth as if he was trying to figure out what the man was talking about. 
As the police officer opened his mouth to speak again, Jason cut in. "Ohh, sorry. I bought some new speakers and me and my girlfriend like to watch horror films. It sounds like you're actually in the film. I could give you the company's number if you want, they're so cool." Jason sent them a friendly smile.
                          
The officer raised his eyebrows, but since it was late at night, I doubted he was going to stay long. "Sorry for coming at such a late hour sir, but can we see the speakers?" 
                          
Jason shrugged. "Sorry bro, I sold them earlier today actually." 
The excuse was poor, but Jason's expression and body movements made it so believable.
                          
"Okay, and your name?" 
                          
"Justin Bieber." 
He easily lied.
I wondered where that name had come from, he seemed to use it a lot. 
                          
The female officer stepped in.
She had platinum blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, with a subtle tan. 
Although she seemed kind of flushed that Jason was stood before her in only his underwear.
And I hate to admit, but he had an impressive body. 
"Can we speak to your parents, Sir?" 
                          
Jason's cheesy smile was suddenly replaced with a hard and stony expression. 
"What makes you think I live with them?" He muttered. 
                          
"The house. You seem a little young to be owning a huge house like this alone." She smiled, obviously trying not to sound rude. 
                          
"I earn good money. I don't need my parents to fall back on, they can go and fuck themselves." I watched him let his usual angry and disturbed self get the best of him. 
                          
"Calm down, can you tell us your job?" 
                          
"I do a lot of jobs for a lot of people." He said honestly, before moving closer to them, edging them out the door. "Now, it's late and I'm in the middle of something." His eyes flickered over to me. 
And instead of seeing them filled with either lust or anger, they were actually sad.
And hurt. 
                          
"Yes, of course. We're sorry to interrupt. Have a nice night." 
And with that, the two officers left, closing the door behind them. 
                          
Jason stared at the door once it had closed, as if he was expecting someone to come back in. 
He suddenly looked vulnerable. 
                          
After being held in an unblinking gaze for almost a minute, he made his way back over to the sofa and slumped down, with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes clouded. 
                          
Without another word, he attached his focus back to the screen and continued to watch the film as if nothing had happened. 
                          
Seeing him sitting there, with his jaw clenched and his hands bound behind his neck, just made me realise how human he really was. 
He was the boy with no emotion except anger. 
He was the one who seemed so unbreakable, but so unfixable at the same time. 
He was the one who just wanted my love. 
                          
But I wasn't sure if I would be able to give it to him. 
                          
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Jason's POV 
                          
An hour passed since the police interrupted my time with Y/n.
How fucking dare they?
I wanted to shoot them right there for it, but I would've frightened the life out of my baby. 
I knew who had reported the noise complaint too.
That fucking bastard. 
One day, I'll kill him.
And I'll enjoy it. 
                          
She had fallen asleep. 
A frown was drawn onto her perfect face, her beautiful lips were slightly parted. 
                          
I meant it when I told her I loved her. 
I really did. 
                          
I had never been in love before, 
But I knew this was real.
I was prepared to give my life up for her, and I wouldn't do that for anyone else. 
                          
I never wanted to hurt her, ever. 
I just wanted her to love me. 
I wanted to feel again. 
I had felt every emotion before, except the feeling of being loved. 
No one had ever loved me. 
                          
And if Y/n knew the truth, neither would she. 
That's why I can never let her know. 
                          
Never.
                          
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Thanks for reading :)
                          
By the way, I made the mistake of trying to write two stories at the same time. 
I'm sorry if the chapters are coming out slower, I'm honestly trying. 
                          
My new story isn't published yet, but when it is, I'll let you know. 
                          
It's called 'Broken Clocks'
                          
I love you guys so much 
- Amelia.