A/N: Hello guys :P I think the next chapter may be the last chapter! :'(

We arrived at the police station ten minutes later with Harry's mum and brother. We were made to wait in a room and be given a ticket with a number on in.

"There's a queue for everyone they need to talk to, so just wait for your number to be read out." A tall police officer said to us.

"Dougie Poynter? Is there a Dougie Poynter here?"

I turned around to see who was shouting my name. "Er, yeah, I'm here." I walked over to the policeman.

"Ah, I've been told you're a close friend of Mr Fletcher, right?"

I nodded.

"We mainly need to talk to you now."

I nodded again. "Alright." I said, dropping my ticket in the bin and following the officer into a small room, shutting the door behind me.

"Take a seat please, Mr Poynter."

I sat down at the chair opposite him, noticing the camera in the corner, filming me.

"I believe you already have been here before about something?"

"I was accused of attacking Tom." I said through gritted teeth.

He nodded. "We know it was Vicky Jones as we got proof from Mr Fletcher a few days ago."

"But...she was at the dance last night. Why haven't you arrested her?"

"What? She couldn't have been. We locked her up the day before."

I shook my head. "No, she was definitely there!"

His eyes scanned a bit of paper in his hand, shaking his head. "Her name isn't on the guest list."

"Can I see that please?" I asked, reaching out for it. "Emily McKenzie." I whispered.

"Sorry?"

"Emily McKenzie." I repeated. "She went as Emily McKenzie."

"Who's Emily McKenzie?"

I shook my head. "No, you don't understand. Vicky pretended that was her name when she went to the dance. There must already be a girl in my school called Emily McKenzie who didn't go to the dance. Vicky pretended to be her!"

"Do you have any proof of this, Mr Poynter?"

I looked at him strangely. "But...you don't understand, this makes perfect sense!"

"So how does it make sense that we got Vicky Jones before the dance?"

"I...can I see her?"

"Maybe. Wait here." He got up and left the room.

I got up from my chair and cracked the door open, looking around the crowd of people, all waiting to talk to the police. "Harry." I whispered. "HARRY!"

He jolted around, looking for the person calling him. I gestured for him to come towards me.

"Hey? What's wrong?" He whispered, coming into the room and closing the door.

"Well, of course we were 100% certain that it was Vicky who killed Tom, but apparently they locked her up before the dance had even started..."

Harry looked confused. "Wait...slow down Doug. You're saying that wasn't Vicky who we saw at the dance?"

I shook my head. "I definitely saw her! So did you! That look she gave me, it was as if she was telling me that she'd just murdered Tom!"

"So...now what, she has some kind of twin?" He laughed.

I frowned, turning my head. "You're hopeless."

"I'm sorry Doug!" He whispered.

"Anyway you should leave, he'll be back soon."

He nodded. "Wait...hold on. What's this?" He reached forward and picked up a sheet of paper on the desk.

I peered at it. "What is it?"

"It looks like there were CCTV cameras outside of the building." He muttered, looking carefully at it.

"There!" I exclaimed, pointing at a person standing by the side of the building in the first picture. "That's Danny, but where's Tom?"

Harry looked closer. "I'm not sure, this says it was at 9:45pm. Weren't you with Danny then?"

I shrugged. "It looks like he's looking for someone...wait! I remember, he went off to look for Tom, that's when Emi- Vicky came to me."

Harry nodded. "So you think Tom was murdered before then?"

"Maybe...wouldn't they have caught him on camera leaving the building though?"

"Yeah bu-" He suddenly stopped in mid-air. "Crap, he's coming back!" He whispered.

"Wait, take the CCTV pictures with you!" I whispered, picking up a load of paper.

"Wait, Doug.." I quickly scrunched the paper up and pulled the waistband of his trousers, stuffing the paper into his underwear.

"What are you doing in here?" The policeman opened the door, peering at Harry.

"Sorry...I just wanted to talk to him."

"Anyway, you're allowed to see Vicky. Follow me." He said, opening the door again.

"Come with me." I whispered at Harry as I followed the officer.

"We haven't officially locked her up yet as there's still a bit of confusion about a few things and the court needs to decide what we should do with her." He said as we walked down a corridor.

I quickly shot Harry a look, frowning.

"Just in here." The policeman said, opening a door for us.

The room was identical to the one we'd just been in. Looking up at us, sat a dark haired girl who looked quite similar to Vicky, but could barely be older than 15.

"This..." I said, pointing to the girl. "...is Vicky Jones?"

He slowly nodded.

"This isn't Vicky?!"

"What do you mean it's not Vicky? It's definitely her!"

I turned back to the girl and sat down opposite her. "Sorry...what's your name?"

She coughed. "She hurt me...She stole my I.D and then replaced it with hers." She hoarsely whispered. "My name's Emily McKenzie."

I gasped. "You're Emily!"

She nodded, beginning to cry.

"It's okay, you're fine." I whispered, comforting her.

"She had this on her." The officer said, holding up an I.D card with Vicky's face on it.

"You have to understand. This isn't Vicky, Vicky swapped her I.D with Emily's! Vicky went to the dance pretending to be Emily. You have the wrong person!"

"Wait..." The policeman muttered. "Are you saying that Vicky's gone?!"

I nodded.

"Shit." He whispered, quickly running out the room.

I turned to Harry. "This isn't good..."

"I know." He said, adjusting his trousers, the paper crackling.

"Thank you...for telling him." Emily whispered.

I smiled at her. "Don't worry about it. How did Vicky even get to you like that?"

"I was on my own, walking to the shop which had made my dress, I was just about to pick it up. I was being a bit stupid, texting whilst walking along. It was all a blur really, all I remember was seeing her run up to me and punch me and next thing I know she's drugging me and emptying the contents of her bag and swapping it with mine." She whispered. "She must have found my receipt for the dress in my purse and gone and picked it up."

I shook my head. "That's awful...when did you wake up then?"

"I woke up in the hospital, it was in the afternoon. I had so many questions but before I knew it, the police were there and were taking me here."

I nodded. "Thanks for sharing this with me, I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."

"Thanks." She muttered. "I'm sorry about your friend, this is awful, I really hope they find Vicky soon."

I nodded. "I know, me too."

A different policeman walked into the room. "Can you two go please. I need to talk to Miss McKenzie."

I nodded, pulling Harry out of the room. "Wow, I can't believe what's just happened..."

Harry nodded. "Yeah...I hope they find her, she's done too much damage."

"Mr Poynter, Mr Judd. Could I speak to you two again." The first policeman called from the corridor.

We followed him into a different room, sitting down whilst he closed the door.

"I want you both to tell me exactly where you were for the whole time at the dance. It doesn't matter if you don't remember the times, I just want to know where you were and who you were with."

Harry coughed. "Well, I got there a bit late and went up to the roof of the bulding to have a cigarette. I met Dougie who came up there."

"I just wanted some fresh air." I interrupted, making the officer nod.

"Well, we went back down and met with Danny, Tom and Dougie's friend, Ash, and talked to them for a while. Dougie went off to look at the nominations for the kings and queens whilst I went off with Dougie's sister."

"Where did you go whilst he was off with your sister?" He said, pointing to me.

"Well, I went back to the others and Danny said that Harry had just gone off with some girl, but they didn't know who. So me, Ash, Dan and Tom decided to dance for a while."

"I'm guessing I was still with Jazzie, his sister, by then." Harry said. "I think she's a bit obsessed with me."

I chuckled. "Um...then I think Ash and Tom both went to the toilet together but didn't return for a while which was odd...so Dan and I were dancing for a bit."

"Who is this Ash person?" He interrupted.

"Ash James." I said. "He's a friend of mine, he was catering at the venue."

He nodded, jotting his name down on some paper.

"So...yeah, that was the last time I saw Tom. It was still pretty early in the night though, so it may have happened a while after that..."

"I was with Jazzie for pretty much all that time."

"Where were you with her though?" He questioned.

"Everywhere! She was making me dance with her at first but then we were sneaking around the whole building acting like kids. It was kind of fun but I still wanted to be with my friends."

"After I was dancing with Dan, he decided to go off and look for Tom and I went and sat down on my own only to see Vicky, who was disguised as Emily, come up to me. She didn't say much, she sounded drunk, but I agreed to dance with her." I said.

"Was that just before the king and queen bit was said?" Harry asked me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"That's when I finally managed to get away from Jazzie." Harry explained. "I went back inside to see them reveal the kings and queens and hear James Bourne's little speech."

"His speech about you two, right? I've already been told the whole thing by someone else."

Harry nodded. "I saw Doug escape onto the roof so I went up to follow him. Next thing I know, we're slow dancing on the dance floor." Harry said, a little smile towards me.

"There was pretty much nobody there, they'd all gone home already." I added. "We went to leave afterwards, and then heard the ambulances and had to see what was going on."

"Tell him about who you saw." Harry reminded me.

"Oh yeah...well that's when I saw Vicky properly, I obviously thought she was Emily. But she pulled off her mask and gave me this weird smirk and then just ran off."

He quickly scrawled some things down. "Did you see where she went at all?"

I shook my head. "No."

"So, I need to speak to James Bourne, Izzy Johnston, Ash James, your sister Jazzie Poynter and I need to find a suitable time to talk to Danny Jones who's in care. Is that all?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

We had to sign a couple of things promising that we'd told the truth and all that and also give our phone numbers over so they could contact us for any more information.

"Thank you, you're free to go."

We quickly left the room, walking through the crowds of people before seeing Mrs Judd with Harry's brother.

"They finished with you two?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

She then looked at Harry, smirking. "Son...you might want to sort out your little problem there."

I looked at what she'd seen, a huge bulge at the front of Harry's trousers, which was the sheets of paper I'd stuffed down.

"Bye mum." He blushed, pulling me away, as I laughed; in hysterics.