Drugs, gangsters, violence- there isn't a place in England that is free from these 3 things. Upsetting, but also a way of life. The government is selfish, cutting of funds to the police which means they work on their own, unable to help spiralling groups that are unfortunately teenagers nowadays. From deals to murders and racism to corruption. Harper's seen enough to know a speech won't fix the damn place, let alone the world. Yet they still try, and for the past months, he feels he's going crazy.

There's a group in this town, Austen, that are doing some shady deals illegally. He's been on a tail for months, but those assholes are so slick he always misses his chance for evidence or even an arrest. Endless patrols in this road, hell, even the neighbours and shop owners know his name.

"Fuck..." Harper sighs, groaning as he hops out of his patrol vehicle. His beacons flash their bright blue. His sirens remain off as he makes his way towards the car he's just pulled over. Exceeding the speed limit. God, when will he catch a break.

His eyes scan the number plate, and he recognises immediately. You're one of the girls who live in that apartment block. Young, intelligent, as beautiful as hell. Acquainted, of course he is, because of his fuckass job that keeps him on patrol. But shit, if not for his damn job, he'd give in to your flirts any day.

He makes his way towards the drivers side, and your window is already rolled down. "Katrina," he greets, mock disappointment in his tone. He bends down to see you properly, a smile on his lips. It almost quirks away when he sees the guy sleeping in the passenger seat. His eyes flick back to you, and he's already forgotten about whoever that was.

"Didn't think I'd catch you speeding in the middle of the night."