Undercover

Chapter 4

(song: Doin' time – Lana del rey)

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For once I wish my mind and heart would agree with each other. It's always a battlefield in here. Chaos.

"So, the girls are going to shopping and they asked me to join them. I'll go with them, try to gather information." I told Tom.
"Boys are going to the pub. I'll join them and gather as much information as I can." He said.
"Alright but don't ask too many questions. Niall already is suspicious of us." I warned.
"Yeah. I'll keep a low profile."
"Okay good."

We were dress shopping while the guys were in the bar down the street.
"This dress looks cute." Bella told Scarlett.
I was bored. Really bored. But I pretended I was interested by fake smiling and nodding along.
"I don't know. Maybe I should try another one." Scarlett said biting her lip.
You've got to be kidding me!

"Do you girls mind if I ... go to that record label over there?" I pointed at the store in front of us. I had to get out of here.
"Sure." They shrugged still inspecting the dress.
"Alright." I said and exited the store. I walked toward the shop and looked at different CDs and Vinyl.

Until I felt a stare. I secretly tried to look around and there was this creepy dude undressing me with his eyes. I tried to act cool and started walking toward the exit door. I kept walking and he kept following me. Fuck, man! I took out my phone and dialed Tom's number. No answer. Oh please. I called again. No answer. I searched my contacts. I was reaching a dead end. I'm going to regret this but right now I have no choice. Two rings.

"Hello?"
"Niall. I need help."
"I know you don't care at all. Like not in the slightest way, but I need your help. Please. This creepy dude-"

Someone pulled me into an alley and my phone dropped on the ground. I screamed. Or tried to but his hand covered my mouth and muffled my screams. Maybe I shouldn't have been a detective. Because so far, I suck at it.

"Hello, angel." He smiled showing off his golden tooth. He smelled like trash.
I tried kicking him, but he pressed me to the wall.
"Ready for some fun?"
I shook my head rapidly with wide eyes.
"I take that as a yes." He chuckled darkly.
I tried to scream but it was no use. His disgusting hand was on my mouth.

"Are you ready for some fun?" I heard someone say.

A smile sat on my face.
The dude turned around and the first thing he became in contact with was a fist.
He came. And he looked hella mad.
"Go to my car." He tossed his keys at me. His foot was on the man's stomach. What was he going to do with him?
"Niall."
"Go."

I ran toward the familiar Lamborghini and sat in the passenger seat. I tried looking from the window, but it was no use. They were at the far end of the alley, and it was a bit dark in there. But I still couldn't remove my eyes from the sight. I was so focused that I didn't notice where Niall came from and opened his door. I got startled and yelped.

"Relax. It's me." He said. Not cockily. Or arrogantly. Gently.
I looked down and exhaled my breath.
"Thank you." I said quietly moving my gaze toward him. He nodded and started the car. That was the time I noticed his knuckles. Bruised and is that blood?
"What did you do to him?" I asked genuinely terrified.
"Thought him a lesson. Don't worry about it." He said casually.

How can I not worry when there was blood dripping from his knuckles?!
"The girls!" I said suddenly remembering them.
"They're with Elijah." He responded.
"Oh." I said finally relaxing and sitting back.
The rest of the ride was quiet.

It's been two days since. Niall and I had no contact, no carpools, no conversations. We did not talk about the incident or anything else.
"Daph. I heard the guys are going to play tennis. They told me to join them. It's time for you to search their rooms. You have three hours." Tom said.
"Three hours. Got it." I nodded.

He left. Three hours to search the guy's rooms. For some reason, I wanted to start with Niall's room. He looks like he does all the dirty work and he's so mysterious. So, I walked toward his room. I scanned the area. All clear. I took a deep breath and entered his room. I started searching and so far, nothing. I walked toward his desk. All his drawers were locked.

Okay ... so he might be hiding something in there. But where are the keys? Knowing Niall, it could be anywhere. I scanned his room and my eyes sat on the gigantic picture frame hanging on the wall. A family picture. Maybe behind the frame? But I doubt it. Niall is smarter than that. Wouldn't hurt to look. I took a few steps toward the frame and attempted to look behind it. Once I put my hands on the frame I froze.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Fuck.

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A/N
And she's been caught..