Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Twenty one

A/n: Because of a lot of you commented that the scene where Riley was hit by the car and her soul left her body, was just like the movie "If I stay" I looked it up and watched the trailer.

Seriously, I didn't even know the movie and I was like "HEY THAT IS MY SCENE HEY WHAT HEY" And then I cried. Oops.

Harry's P.O.V.

Three weeks.

I had been locked up in this fucking cell for three weeks. I hadn't had a proper shower for over a week and the food was shit. I can't believe that dick of a McLaughling just arrested me for no proper reason. Yeah, I had been at the scene but I had no clue that there would even be a scene when I got in my car and made my way over to Riley's house that morning. They said that my fingerprints were found on the body, just like Riley's. When I arrived at her house and saw Ethan Richards laying there, dead, the first thing that came to my mind was that it was his own fault. I thought about how Jenna would've felt if she was alive to see Ethan's dead body, surely she would feel some sort of happiness. But those thoughts didn't last long and when I realised what was going on, I ran up the steps of Riley's porch and tried to see if he still had a pulse or if there was any other sign of life, but there wasn't.

So yes, of course my fingerprints were all over the body. I'm only guessing that Riley had done the same thing when she found a body on her front porch, explaining how her fingerprints ended up on him.

I know I'm not a saint, that's for sure. I've done my share of criminal activities and I'm not proud of it, but it is a part of me. A part that I had finally started to forget, until these idiots arrested me for something that I didn't do. I had been sharing a cell with different people for three weeks now. When I was thrown in here, there was a drunk hobo laying on the ground against the wall who didn't even acknowledge me. After that, different types of so called criminals were placed in the same cell as me. From heroine addicts to other drunk hobo's. Some were easy to deal with, others hard but I managed to keep my head high. It also helped that I was a sleep most of the time. Also one of the things I hadn't had for the past three weeks, a proper bed.

My back and neck hurt from sleeping on the old, hard matress that was placed on some sort of wooden shelf. Officer McLaughlin would pass my cell from time to time, a cocky smirk on his face as he looked at me like I was some sort of caged animal. I don't understand why they didn't just let me go, they had no other proof than my fingerprints, why wouldn't they let me go home and arrest me when they had some actual proof?

I knew McLaughlin knew that I wasn't the one who killed Ethan, he only did this so he could feel some kind of power over me. He never got over the fact that I was set free, nine years ago. I know I would've never been set free if one of my best friends at the time, Louis, wouldn't have covered for me and took the blame, though. He felt guilty because he involved me in the matter, and decided to make it up to me by taking the blame. He had been sent off to prison to serve a sentence of two years while I was free to go home. I was sixteen at the time and didn't realise the consequences of my actions. I was just involved with the wrong people at the wrong time. I had seen Louis only once after he had served his sentence, after that we lost contact. I heard he moved to England, I guess he was sick of the world he was living in and I couldn't disagree more.

And now here I was, locked up in a cell once more, for something I didn't even do.

The thing that hurt me the most though, was that Riley hadn't even tried to contact me. She hadn't visited, didn't call, nothing. I really was flabbergasted by it, I thought she was my friend. I couldn't believe she would just leave me here. Did she think I killed Ethan? Did she believe officer McLaughlin when he told her I was the one who did it?

Did I mean nothing to her that she would believe someone else over me so easily?

I turned my head to look at the smelly, old man that was laying on the bed opposite of mine. He had been snoring loudly for over an hour now and it was absolutely driving me crazy.

"Just a little longer. It won't take long before they'll realise I'm are innocent and they will let me go." I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes again.

Niall's P.O.V.

It had been three weeks since Riley had left to go to work, three weeks. Twenty one days, five hundred and seven hours.

The ticking of the clock was driving me crazy, I tried to run out of the house multiple times, trying to go look for her but there was some kind of invisible barrier in the door. I couldn't leave, just like I wasn't able to before Riley came along. I had to know where she was, I had to know if she was safe.

Of course she wasn't safe, she has been gone for three weeks, you idiot. Something happened to her, she could be dead for all I knew. The suspense was driving me crazy. I wish I had told her how I felt, before she left that day. I had been wondering if it was worth it, that morning. I had decided on waiting just a little longer, just to see if there was a small chance that she was feeling the same way.

And now she was gone and she didn't leave a single trace behind. Even if she had left a trace behind, I wouldn't be able to follow it because I was locked up inside this house, again. If I had gone with her, if I had accompanied her to her work three weeks ago, she would still be here right now, I knew that for sure. I would've been able to protect her, I would've protected her with whatever life there was left in me.

I looked out the window, the only thing that I had done the past three weeks. I scanned the area for any sign of Riley's beautiful blonde hair but there was nothing, absolutely nothing. What if the person who had been sending the letters, the person who had killed my parents, had now taken Riley away from me too? I wouldn't be able to cope with the guilt if that was the case.

My body or soul, should I say, had lost it's light. The second day without Riley it had started to fade out like a dying flame and now, I was back to the grey, cloud like appearance. I knew very well what was happening during my time with her, she was slowly bringing me back to life, for as far as that was possible. My mind started to go back to the dark place it was at before she forced her way in to my life and my spirit was weakening. I just couldn't take it without her for much longer.

Please, come home, Riley. Find your way back to me, I'm begging you.

A/n: God, I feel so bad for Harry and Niall. I thought I'd give you another update tonight seeing as I probably won't be able to update for at least two days.
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