Things I Can't

Chapter 25

LOUIS' POV

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I gripped the steering wheel tightly, watching my knuckles turn white from the pressure. I'd received a call stating to come down to the detectives office. Normally Niall, Harry, and Zayn would accompany me, but Mr.Andrews had requested only my presence. Over the phone, the serious man seemed edgy, saying they had very interesting information.

I pulled into the lot and parked my car towards the front, growling when I stepped in a puddle on my way inside. "I'm here to see Mr.Andrews." I told the lady working the front desk, somewhat rudely. She nodded hastily and motioned for me to go back.

"Hello Mr.Tomlinson." Mr.Andrews greeted, giving me a curt nod. I slightly smiled back, though it came out as more of a grimace. "Have a seat. I'm sure you're wondering why I wanted to see you alone?"

"Yeah." I agreed, "Why? If you think I'm the verdict, then you're greatly mistaken sir." I clarified, knowing it would do no good, but still making the feeble attempt.

"Calm down Tomlinson. If there's anything I'm positive of, it's that you're not to blame for the murder of Liam Payne. In fact, none of your little friends are. At least, that's what I'm pointing towards now." I took a deep breath and nodded.

"I'm glad you finally noticed that, but I'm still curious as to why you called me down." I crossed my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow at the detective. "You said you found some information?"

"I did." Mr.Andrews agreed, taking out a tape and placing it in the DVD slot of an old television. "I'd like you to watch this."

I began to ask why, but Andrews held up a finger, silencing my words. The screen lit up and a familiar house came to my vision. None other than Harry's house. "Why do yo--"

"Mr.Tomlinson i'd appreciate it if you stopped asking questions and just watched the screen." Andrews snapped, directing my eyes back on the image. When he turned his back I mocked him like a child and huffed, watching the tv in irritation. For a while, nothing changed. I began tapping my foot impatiently.

"This is a waste of m---" I began to get up, but something on the tv caught my eye. A figure dressed in black ran quicly across the Styles' lawn, glancing around as if he was scared of being watched. He walked around back and used the fire escape ladder to climb up, stopping at one window and glancing in. He took out a red maker, wrote something illegible to my eyes and blew a kiss to the sleeping boy inside. When he was safely back on the ground, he took of his mask and I gasped in revulsion and shock. It was hard to mistake the telltale red hair and pale skin for anybody else. The boy was none other than Tye Tomlinson.

"Holy shit." I whispered, seeing that Andrews had entered the room. "When was this his shot?"

"Last night." Andrews answered, gingerly taking the disk back out and placing it in a case that read 'evidence'. "We set the cameras up in hopes to catch someone, and it seems to have worked. After running a few tests and comparing some pictures, I've come to the conclusion that
The intruder was, indeed, Tye."

"But--how?" I stuttered, gaping at the detective. "Tye lives in London!" Andrews shook his head, handing me a file.

"These are all the spottings of him over the past week. He has an accomplice too, but the other one has managed to keep his identity a secret. I sent out a team to track the boy. We can't be sure that he was the murderer, but that's what all signs are pointing to. I'm sorry Mr.Tomlinson. That curly kid was right, if I were you I'd give him my apologies and thank him profusely. If it wasn't for him, we'd be no where."