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91. everybody's a good cop

BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU TO OohNoNiall FOR THE COVER AW YOU GUYS GET ME SO EMOTIONAL I LOVE THIS COVER I LOVE COVERS

A/N: SO BASICALLY I WENT TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT THIS WEEK AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY BUT ILL SAY IT AND THE END OF THE CHAPTER BECAUSE YA'LL ARE GONNA GEY ANNOYED

PLUS APPARENTLY IM GOING TO 5SOS NEXT WEEK? IDK MAN I WAS SLEEPING I WOKE UP AND MY FRIEND IS ALL LIKE "I got two tickets ask if you can go" and I was like "yo what the hell I'm unprepared" and she was like "ASK" And I still haven't asked but even if my mom says no I'm still gonna go #savagesquad

and I'm sorry I told you guys I was gonna update last night but then my mom heard me on the phone at 3AM and I had to go to bed real quick lmao.

And my authors note is really long at the end tbh but it's because we're gonna talk about MY CONCERT

91 - everybody's a good cop

After a few more questions (and by a few I mean I was there for 5 more hours) and they insisted --as in forced-- me to stay in the interrogation room for the night.

When I say forced, I mean forced-- They handed me a blanket and a pillow and locked me inside-- I'm assuming they either think I'm going to break out and hurt myself or someone else or they found something in my house they don't want me knowing about.

Probably a combination of both.

After a while my loud sobs turned into soft sobs and then my soft sobs turned to tears streaming down my face, then the tears turned to hiccups, and now I'm just suspiciously quiet-- hiccupping at random.

I knew they were only being kind towards me because 1. They knew about my mental illness and 2. They wanted me to confess Niall's deepest darkest secrets and they thought playing everybody here is a good cop with me would help them with that.

No wonder he always lied; he knew I'd either end up bluffing badly or spilling everything.

And the worst part is Ramsey's words were actually starting to get to me.

I was actually starting to question if Niall really loved me.

Like, I was convinced he loved me but then again that was the opinion of myself --an unloved boy-- Niall, the criminal, Zayn who thinks if you've fucked them and stuck with them it's love and Liam who's sketchy in all ways.

I'm sure none of us even know what love really is, now that I think about it.

Is love supposed to hurt? Because loving Niall does hurt. It feels like a sharp jab into my heart to care for Niall. And am I supposed to be this upset all the time? We have good times but there's definitely more bad then good times in this relationship it feels like.

I wanted to cry again but crying again seemed out of reach for some reason, probably because I cried everything I had left from me.

He couldn't have faked absolutely everything. Could he have? He said I was the only person he truly loved and cared for but then again now that I know almost everything Niall has told me is a used up saying he's almost 99.9% used on somebody else makes me think otherwise.

What if I really was just his toy that he threw around, using me whenever he got bored. Playing with my emotions and lying to my face.

Could Niall actually do that to me?

I gave him my everything. I did absolutely everything I could possibly offer to him. My innocence is gone because of him--

That's when I hear hard knocking on my door. Why would the police knock? They're the one's with the keys?