Code Black (N.S)

60.

Niall's POV

Harry had unwillingly gone home after that, leaving me alone with my mother. I wasn't sure how I felt about her right then. I knew she had good intentions but I couldn't help but feel angry at her for hiding everything from me. 

Letting out a sigh, I stood up from my bed and headed into the living room. I immediately saw her sat at the couch, the television on but it seemed as though she wasn't paying it the slightest bit of attention. 

"I need some air. I-I'm going to Liam's," I told her softly. 

She looked up at me, clearly just noticing me entering the room. I could tell she was hesitant to let me but she made no protests. 

"Be careful. Call me if you need to, okay?" she questioned. 

I nodded, heading past her and walking outside. 

Of course, I wasn't going to Liam's. I had a feeling that mum wouldn't be so happy if she found out what I was actually doing but I had been feeling the need to do this for a while and I wasn't about to let her stop me.

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Admittedly, entering the jail was so much scarier than I anticipated, yet the amount of security was reassuring.

I was brought into a large room that had been separated by a wall of glass. I had seen rooms like this in TV shows many times but I didn't think I would ever be stood in one. I looked to see a few people sitting on either side of the glass, too engrossed in conversation to notice I had entered the room. 

"He'll be with you shortly," the police officer said, offering me a small reassuring smile before exiting the room. I sank onto one of the chairs and waited. 

A few minutes later a door opened on the other to reveal the same officer, followed by Tyler. He looked extremely different from how he was in school. He was pale, a sickly kind of pale and his eyes seemed dead. There was no trace of the smug, superior looking boy I had seen at school every day.

The officer sat him down on the seat opposite me, Tyler placing his hands on the table, looking at me with a blank expression.

"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, staring at his hands.

"I needed to see y-you," I replied, my voice coming out considerably shaky.

"Why? After everything I've done to you, why would you want to see me?"

"I had to ask. Why w-would you help the others save me? You hate me."

"I don't hate you, Niall. I did...but I don't anymore. I didn't want things to go this far. I thought I did but when it was actually happening, I realised that what I was doing was fucked up," he sighed.

"Why d-did you hate me in the first place?" I asked.

"Because I was a jerk. I hated what you are, it's how I was raised. When you have the people close to you drilling the same words into your head every day of your life, you start to agree with them. Why I hated you in particular, I don't even really know the answer myself. I felt like things were changing too much. You changed Harry and it scared me. Maybe it was because I was jealous--"