Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Twenty three

A/n:  There's a lot of different P.O.V.'s in this chapter so pay close attention. Don't forget to vote and comment, I update faster the more you do! Oh, the picture is how I imagine Niall to look like in Deranged. Not that you picture him as the cute baby he was in 2010/2011.

Realisation hit me like a truck as I struggled to get out of the bed while Rose was watching me, obviously confused. "Riley? What's wrong? What did the card say?" She asked me, sounding worried as she tried to get me back in to the bed. 

I ignored her question and stood up, making my way over to the door. I had to get out of here and go back to Niall and Harry. Niall obviously thought that I had abandoned him because things were getting too intense and Harry was probably thinking that I didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Which was obviously not the case.

I almost tripped over the sheets that I had pulled down on to the ground while I got out of the bed but I remained my balance, my torso stinging from my ragged breathing. My lungs were pressing against my broken ribs and it hurt like hell, but I kept going. I pulled open the door to my room and stumbled out. I had no clue what I was doing, I only had on a simple white hospital gown, nothing else. I didn't even have shoes. Rose must've pressed the alarm button next to my bed because two male nurses came running down the hallway, stopping me and both grabbing one of my arms. "Miss, please stay calm! You'll hurt yourself!" One said as I struggled in their hold while they were dragging me back in to my room where Rose was watching me with a scared expression. 

"Let me go! You can't keep me here!" I yelled as they were still trying to get me back in the bed, both of the nurses sounding out of breath as they struggled to remain their hold on me. I know I was being unreasonable and I was acting out of my mind but at the moment, what I was doing felt right. 

Out of reflex, I kneed the man in front of me in the crotch, making him bend over and cry out in pain. They were holding on to me too tightly and they were hurting me. The next thing that happened was mostly a blur. Two more men came running in to the room and one took out some sort of needle, roughly pushing it into my neck, making my legs crumble down underneath me and my vision started to go black. I felt the cold floor against my back before I completely blacked out.

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Officer Dawson's P.O.V.

I sat in my car quietly and ate my burger as I listened to some pop song on the radio. I moved my head to the side as someone knocked on the window. Seeing it was my colleague, McLaughlin, I unlocked the door for him and let him in. He sat down and turned to me with an annoyed expression. "I had to release the Styles kid just now." He groaned, leaning his head back. "You had it coming, man. Other's won't follow you in your grudges against him." I replied and took another bite of my burger. He rolled his eyes before I continued. 

"He didn't do anything, Richard. I'm not a fan of him either but you can't convict him of murder." I spoke.

"I know, but it would've been fun to see him suffer for a little bit longer." He laughed. We both looked up as someone approached the car and eventually walked by. It turned out to be Harry Styles himself, who had an arrogant smirk on his face and stuck out his middle finger. Richard was about to get out of the car but I was able to stop him. "That son of a bitch!" He growled, glaring at the kid's back. 

"Let it go, Richard." I hissed and pushed him back in his seat just as we received a call about a robbery. I started the car while Richard attached the siren to the top of my car and we drove off, ready to solve yet another crime. 

Harry's P.O.V.

I chuckled as I saw their faces from inside the car when I flipped them off. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans and pulled my hood up over my head. My body shivered slightly, it was pretty cold out today. I didn't bother going home to take a shower or sleep, I walked straight to Riley's house. I had been walking for almost a half hour when I finally spotted the top of Riley's house through the trees. I remember that I used to come here almost every day to hang out with Niall. We were as close as brothers from when I was five years old and he was six years old. I had finally managed to put it behind me after eight years but now the Riley had moved in to his old house, all of the memories came back. I still can't believe that someone would want to kill Niall and his parents, but they did. 

I took a deep breath as I walked up the steps of the porch and stopped in front of the front door. The house definitely had a depressing aura hanging around it. I knocked on the door before stepping back, waiting for Riley to open the door. When she hadn't opened it after a few minutes, I knocked again, this time a lot louder. "Riley, please open the door!" I screamed through the wooden door, hoping to get a reaction out of her. Of course she could have been gone but it just felt like she was inside. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed movement through the window. 

I couldn't exactly make out the features of the person but it definitely wasn't Riley, that I knew. I banged my fist against the wooden door loudly and raised my voice. "Open the fucking door!" A few moments later, the door slowly creeked open, as if the wind had pushed it open, which made no sense because the door was closed and locked. I pulled the door open and slowly walked in, taking my hood off of my head, so I could turn my head to the side properly. 

"Riley?" I called out only to receive no answer, obviously. It looked like nobody had been here in weeks. Dirty dishes were spread out all over the kitchen counter and the place looked plain filthy. Where the hell was Riley? 

I quickly snapped my head to the right when I thought I saw a figure moving past, only to see nothing. "Fucking show yourself!" I yelled in to the air, probably looking pretty stupid. When I heard something falling to the ground, I turned the other way around and noticed that the lamp had fallen down. By itself.

My breathing started to become ragged as I moved around frantically, trying to find someone or something. My breath was caught in my throat as I heard a voice speak up from behind me.

"It's been a long time, Harry." 

A/n: Okay, Story time.

There's this incredibly famous Dutch tv show filming for their next season in my town tomorrow. They're going to be filming a robbery and shootings and shit while fake police officers will be roaming the place. Now, I have been shipping the two main characters for the last four seasons so, I'm going to be running on to the set an I'M GOING TO FREAKING SMASH THEIR FACES TOGETHER AND MAKE THEM KISS BECAUSE MY SHIP HAS TO SAIL.

Alright, story time over.