
The flashing lights of cameras nearly blinded Harry as he stepped off the private jet. He was used to the attention—after all, being a global superstar meant fans and paparazzi followed him everywhere. But something felt different this time. The atmosphere was tense, and uniformed officers stood by the arrival gate, scanning the crowd.
As he reached the baggage claim, two officers approached him. “Mr. Styles, we need to ask you a few questions,” one of them said, his tone firm but professional. Confused, Harry nodded and followed them to a private room.
“We have reason to believe you were involved in smuggling illegal substances into the country,” the officer continued, placing a bag on the table. Harry’s heart pounded as he recognized it—it looked exactly like his, but something was off. The zipper was slightly torn, and it was heavier than he remembered.
“That’s not mine,” he said immediately, shaking his head.
The officers exchanged glances. “It has your name tag,” one of them pointed out.
Realization hit Harry like a truck. Someone had switched his bag. But who? And why?
As the interrogation continued, Harry knew he had to prove his innocence before the tabloids had a field day. He just hoped the real culprit was caught before it was too late.