Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter fifty two

Okay you all can slap me for not updating in ages. I feel very guilty, but I had no inspiration and ugh a lot is going on. I know I say it all the time but it's true. Anyway. Zayn has left one direction - sorry for reminding you again - but he won't leave the story. It's a bit short and not completely edited but I still hope you enjoy! x

I was back in my own home in Doncaster for an hour and things already went to shit. I didn't want to be here in the first place, let alone with the person who betrayed me so much. She was staying in Liam's room, as it was the tidiest of all.

The drive back to Donny was long and silent. Neither me or my mum tried to start a conversation, and the silence made me want to rip out of my skin. I still loved my mother dearly, but right now, I couldn't even look at her. When we walked through the door, she thought it was a good time to talk to me.

"Harry," She started, and I just knew by the tone of her voice I had not the energy to be active in this conversation.

"Honey, I know you don't like me very much now." I almost rolled my eyes, but held myself together. I was ready for her to apologise to me, and later to Niall.

"But you have to understand this is for the best. Your physical and mental health have been slacking since you've met him and I refuse to let that happen to my son." She said instead, still convinced she was right about the matter. I was fuming, and if I was a cartoon the steam would have come out of my ears.

"Mum, I appreciate your worry, but Niall has nothing to do with this shit we're in. He can't help it, he is sick! He can't control what's happening to him, but before all of this, I swear, I knew there was this feeling I've never felt before, and I swear mum, it was love. At that point it was to early to say so, but he is my first love. I love him. An illness isn't going to change that. I love him for who he is, and no, that does not include his PTSD, but if that's the struggle I have to overcome to be with him, I will overcome it. Together. With him. And if you can't except that, you can leave." I had told her, my voice awfully calm and calculated. I was surprised I hadn't cried.

So here I was, in my room, trying to hold it all together. I had no idea what to do or how it was going back in London, because when I tried to call Louis or Liam, they both wouldn't answer. I had also tried to call the police station, but they refused to give me any information. I swear this  was all my mum's doing.

I paced through my room, thinking of a way to get out, or at least get some information or an update about Niall. The news had let go of the topic, something we were all glad about, and had moved on. At least that wasn't our concern anymore.

I wondered how Niall was holding up. I couldn't picture him as fine. He probably was fucking miserable.  He was held in an old asylum, a place with a bad name. Famous serial killers had stayed there as well. It wasn't a place for Niall. He just needed some help, in a mental hospital. Boardmoor was dubbed as such now, but I wanted him to the best facility. He needed treatment, the best of the best, to get better.  But before I could think about that, he needed to go to trial and survive that.

I am so nervous and I'm feeling like I'm going insane. The walls of my room were suddenly too small. What if Niall was forever held in Boardmoor? What if I never got to see him again?

I couldn't think like that, but the thought kept running through my mind. It's my biggest fear, losing Niall. It feels like I've already lost him.

How was It supposed to help from here? As soon as we had found out about Niall's whereabouts we went to London, and now I'm back where we've started. It was unfair.

I also wondered how Zayn was doing. I understood why Liam was there, but why was Louis there too? He didn't like Niall, but I guess he was there for Zayn and Liam. I know it was selfish, but I could use a friend right now.