Never Let Me Go

DEFEAT

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Those words that came out of those two police officers mouths still haunt me, last night, when I was sleeping, all that was in my dream was darkness, a battered Niall, and "We have no choice but to cancel," and the rest of the unsaid words that were just barely slipped from his tongue being echoed throughout my mind, and to be honest, I woke up with tears in my eyes.

But today, as I hear the boys getting ready, or attempting to, I am prepared to look forever until I find just a strand of hair, and I'm sure the boys will agree. But I know the police won't let us in there for long, they would never let such determined people into a crime scene like that, they need know-it-alls to tell them that there is nothing in the damn house, "professionals" as they specifically call them. But I will hunt whoever has my brother, I will kill them myself, and to be honest, I hope the police find him first, because the beast won't be able to even blink before I have my fist down his throat, and if I'm not there first, I'm sure one of the boys will be there.

I can hear the signs that I should get going, I know I shouldn't be acting like this notebook will actually give me magic and it can actually speak to me, but, wish me luck. I need it more then anything right now.

Searching,

Zayn Malik

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Zayn could hear the anxious footsteps of Louis pacing up and down the tour bus, the tap of the heel of Harry's shoes clanking against the floor as he sat on the couch, Liam's frantic tapping of his fingers against his leg. The atmosphere was that silent, so tense and packed with overwhelming anxiousness, if Zayn even dared to talk, the room would be smashed to bits by the porcelain glass that held their scrambled thoughts together.

But he didn't have to take that crown, the sound of footsteps echoing into the bus and then Paul entering, the permanent frown on his face slightly turned up as he greeted them. But not much, it had only succeeded into being a thin, emotionless line now.

"Good morning boys, let's get going yeah?" He said, bringing his hand out the escort them all out of the bus, and one by one, slowly but surely, they were all out, the scene now revealing the front of Niall's house.

It looked fine, the grass looked like it needed watering and the curtains needed to be opened to let the sunlight in, but overall, it looked like someone was living there, like there wasn't a crime scene of a harmless young man being kidnapped from his bedroom.

A police car pulled up by the curb beside the tour bus, the two men-the one with the large glasses and the one with the stripped tie-opened the door and got out, small smiles rising and then quickly falling from their faces at the thick silence.

Zayn was in no mood to just stand and watch the two men stare at them with their sympathetic expressions, he walked over in a huff, glaring up at the two men who seemed to have guarded looks in their eyes at his entrance towards them. "Let's go, before you guys kick us out." Zayn grumbled and stepped back out from the men's paths to let them lead him and the boys down the yard, opening the backyard gate and then walking into the backyard.

Zayn furrowed his brows, confused as to why they didn't just use the front door. "Uhm-"

"This is where the attacker came through, the window was opened when we came to the scene." The officer explained and Liam leaned down, moving his hand out to touch the glass but got a hand slapping it away, making him flinch back and glare up at the tie man. "Even though we haven't found a lot of evidence, we don't want you leaving fingerprints all over the place, unless you want to be the next suspect." The tie man warned, taking out a pair of rubber gloves from his back pocket and handing them over to Liam, then shuffling through it again to take out a couple more to give them out to the rest of the boys. He was about to give them to Paul when the man backed away with a sad smile on his face, nothing close to a real one. "I'll stay out here." He said and nodded down at the boys, giving them a reassuring glance before walking back down the backyard and through the gate.