Detective Horan [njh]

Seven ; The Tip Off

Niall Horan - June 10, 2013

I speed through everything as I am driving and it's fun to see all of the pedestrians and cars on the road stop just for you to get to a scene of any sort of crime. I finally get there and I sit in my car and wait. After about 20 minutes, reinforcements pull up.

They stand their ground as I slowly enter through the cafe. "What's going on?" A panicked cafe worker shrieks as police bust in the door. "Everyone, it's going to be alright. We're just looking for someone." Another police officer says checking the surroundings. 

Way to make it look inconspicuous... I looked at an empty cafe table and picked up the receipt. 

I tipped off Gretchen because I knew she'd cave. If you thought this is where I really was, jokes on you. I'm at the 24th Street Grave. -S

I grabbed a plastic bag and shoved the note in it. "What'd you find, Horan?" Officer Smith asks looking at the bag. "She tipped Gretchen off." I groan. "So she's not here?" I nod and whistle making everyone stop in there tracks.

"She's not here. She's at 24th Street Grave, apparently." Everyone gets up from where they are and trails over to me. "Alright guys, I am going to need only two officers to come with me. Harry, you're with me, obviously. Smith and Keith, get over here." I smile at my friends.

I only picked them because they have been in the police business for a while. Plus, Harry is my partner so I always take him along. "Look Horan." Doug says sternly. "I know you're trying to solve a case here, but now everyone here is scared out of their minds. We now have to explain to people why we came barging in this cafe or else they'll sue."

"Tell them the truth?" Harry shrugs. "We can't, Styles. If we tell them we were looking for a possible murderer, who knows what will go out to the media." I sigh and reality washes over me. If we told them a murderer is out on the loose, the public will go crazy.

"As much as I would love to freak the public out, we can't. It's against our job and like I said, if we don't start talking, they'll sue." Doug says shaking his head. An idea pops into my mind as Doug is about to walk away. "Doug!" I call. He turns around and listens closely.

"Tell them that we have a lead on the Greg Moran case. Give out little to no information about it because the less the media knows, the better." I say. We aren't lying to them, we did have a lead. But we're not saying exactly what type of lead.

"Oh yeah? What if they ask what else we've found?" Doug hassles. "Tell them we can't disclose any more information until it's confirmed." "That's not a bad idea, ya know... We don't have to tell them everything we know, but it's not like we're lying." Keith agrees.

"Alright, we'll hold a press conference tomorrow at 1:30. I expect all four of you to be there." He states walking off. I sigh of relief and turn to Keith, Smith, and Harry. "Alright, so this is what I need you guys, Keith and Smith, to do..." I plan.

"You two are going to cover the outer-perimeter of it, like keeping a look-out, while Harry and I go in and try to find out where Shauna is." All three of them nod as we get into separate cars. When Harry gets in the passenger seat I start the car and type in the GPS for 24th Street Grave.

"Is it just me, or did Smith look kind of nervous? Like he knows something that we don't?" "I didn't notice so much... Maybe he's just nervous that we won't find her, or something..." I say. Now that I think about it, Smith did look a little tramped whenever I chose him.

 Harry nods as we follow the GPS map the 24th street grave. 

It is literally the weirdest grave yard I have ever been in. One of my uncle's is buried in here and it was the most unpleasant burial experience I have ever seen.

Niall Horan - Age 14

We flew out to Los Angeles for my Uncle Stan's funeral. I did not know him personally, as my mother told me that he was a bad person. "Mum, when are we going to get there?" I ask resting my head on the frigid window.

"Soon, Niall. Be patient." She says impatiently. The traffic today was really slow and we were barely moving. The weather outside was quite chilly for Los Angeles. Then again, it was the middle of Winter.

Before I knew it, my mum and I were at the grave site of where my Uncle was getting buried. We had just came from the funeral and it was depressing, yet fun at the same time. I got to see a bunch of my cousins who were obviously not very heartbroken about the passing of my Uncle Stan, either.

"Who wants to bury Stanley Gallagher, first?" The man asks handing a random family member the shovel. "What?" The family member asks blinking her eyes a few times. "Isn't this how you do it? In my culture we throw dirt as sign of respect for family member."

You could already tell everybody was on edge about him dying so they each took turns putting bits of dirt on top of where he was buried. When it was my turn, I saw a bunch of earthworms crawling and ants all on top of his grave.

I was already cringing at the smell of a dead person in there and once I saw all those worms and everything crawling on the dirt I felt light headed. I just wanted to get this over with so I kept going. I felt really dizzy and I fell to the ground.

Basically, that was an experience that I didn't want to even experience in the first place and I will never forget it.

"Niall? Niall!" Harry shakes me out of my thoughts. "Hmm?" "You can stop gripping the steering wheel so hard, we're here." He tells me and gets out of the car. I sigh and think to myself,

Here goes nothing.