-Miranda's POV-
*Next Day*
"Do I have to go in?" I asked my father as we were parked in the parking lot of the police station. I was sitting in the passenger seat with the window rolled down. Luke was sitting in the back in his car seat. My father was going to go drop him off in Wolverhampton at his grandmothers. I was going to have Niall pick me up and then we'd go pick up my car.
I looked over at my father and he nodded. "Alright." I got out of the car after putting my window up. I shut the door and waved off the car as I watched it disappear out of the parking lot. I walked slowly up the steps to the automatic sliding doors. After going through a quick security check. I walked up to the secretaries desk looking for the mean brunette with the uni brow but that's not who I saw at all. Her chair was turned around and you could see the cord from the land line receiver going to the chair.
"Ahem." I pretended to cough. The chair turned around and then there she was the one and only Perrie. She smiled at me, popping the piece of bubble gum in her mouth.
"Perrie?" I asked "What are you doing here?"
"I work here, and I'm guessing that you have an appointment with Detective Horan?"
"Yeah but-" she put her finger over her mouth telling me to shut up.
"I'll explain everything to you later and much more, but for now. Second door on your left." She said in a hush tone, so nobody else but me could hear her. I nodded and followed her direction taking in the direction which she had pointed too. I walked bit until I came to the same interrogation room I was only a week before I had left London before.
I opened the door and there was Detective Horan sitting at the table with two silver chairs mounted to the floor. "Morning Ms.Olsen." He smiled, I frowned and took a seat across from him.
"Jenner-Olsen. Ms. Jenner-Olsen. Two words." I reminded him, some people forget to write my mothers last name after my fathers to cut it short, but I just call it lazy and forgetful. He had a bunch of pictures sprawled out across the table. "Right." He flipped some pictures around showing me the body of the victim of the night of the wedding. Chelsea I believe was her name that I had caught on the radio and T.V.
Many pictures of her helpless, lifeless body just laying on the damp ground by the lake. A bullet going right through the smack of her forehead. My hand came up to my head as I saw it feeling the pain she must have gone through in those few short seconds of time.
"See her?" he continued to say "-See what Harry did to her?"
"He didn't do that to her."
"How do you know?"
"Cause he was framed." I blurted out.
"By who?" He asked pretending like he believed me which he clearly didn't by the expression on his face.
"I don't know."
"Oh... So you don't know, eh?"
"Nope."
I started looking around the room trying to avoid eye contact with this ass hole they call a detective. He sure as hell didn't know the first thing about being one, or how to be nice, but a suck up to my wealthy father. How in the hell was Niall a product of this monster? I mean Niall is so fun and loving, but Detective Horan is just an ass hole with a gun.
"Why won't you believe me that he killed this girl?"
"Cause he didn't. I was right next to him." Maybe I shouldn't of said that out loud like I just did.
"You were eh? An accessory to murder perhaps?"
"That's not what I said."
"Or is it."
"I was right next to him when a man with the gun who killed the girl handed the gun to Harry as an attempt to frame him."
'"Sure that's how it happened." He chuckled him being amused by my story that was true. What did he have against Harry that made him not want to believe me that he is actually innocent besides his past.
My blood was boiling at that point and I didn't want to be in his presence any longer then I had to be. I clenched my hands with anger and stiffened up at I sat up. "I'll be going now."
"Fine." He said packing up all his pictures and information and putting them in a tan folder. I started to walk to the door when he spoke up again. "Oh and Miranda, tell my son I said hi when he picks you up?"
"Sure." I mumbled under my breath flipping him off in my mind.
I walked out of the room and back to the front desk hoping to see Perrie. That's exactly who I saw to with her blonde hair twisting it around in between her fingers as she was on the computer. "Perrie." I said, she looked up and smiled.
'See, I told you I would see you soon."
"Indeed you did, and Harry?"
"He's alright, he gave me this to give to you though." She went into her desk and handed me a white envelope with my name written on the top just like the first letter he had given me. Our relationship was starting to remind me of the movie 'Dear John'
"Thanks."
"Anything for you," she smiled. "-Who's picking you up?"
"Niall the blonde, he's taking me to get one of my dad's car fixed."
"Be careful of him please, I'm not sure if you can trust him quite yet."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just be careful please?" I hadn't had a clue of what she meant by that. Niall is the sweetest human out there. A real charmer too, any girl would be lucky to have a guy like him. Yet I had only limited myself to being close friends with him since I hadn't felt the same about how he did with me.
I nodded, and saw that Niall had driven up to the front doors. I said my goodbye to Perrie and ran out the door, passing through security. I opened the passengers seat saying hi to Niall and that his bastard of a dad said hello, without the bastard part.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Sure."
He smiled and drove out of the parking lot at the police station. Most of the ride was slow due to traffic and quiet besides the low sounds of the radio. It was peaceful and nice. I hadn't had much to say to Niall since things were a bit awkward from the night before and I couldn't bare to tell him of what Perrie had said to me.
"Want to grab lunch after this?" He asked
"I would love too but I promised my mother that I would Skype her right before she goes into Chemo this afternoon." Of course I had told Niall of my mother having cancer. It was nice to have someone to talk about it besides my father who told me all about the latest equipment for treating cancer which really bored me to death besides the fact my mother would have a chance at surviving.
Within another fifteen minutes we were pulling into an auto body shop that could really use a paint job on the outside, since the red paint seemed to be pealing off. We pulled up beside it and we both got out, heading into the open garage door. My fathers car was sitting right in the middle of it with the hood wide open, with what it seems to look like a new spark plug.
"Niall!" I heard someone yell from out back, I turned to see a boy maybe around twenty with grease on his face and clothes, attempting to wipe it off with an already greased up wash cloth.
"Liam! Great to see you again!" Niall said to who I'm guessing who is Liam. I had to admit he was fairly attractive but not my type. I smiled at him once he noticed me.
"Ahh Niall is this your girlfriend? Cause you're far to ugly to have someone as pretty as she is." I blushed knowing that he thought I was pretty. He defiantly wasn't the stereotypical mechanic that was a hick, or treated a girl as a piece of meat when they past by, he was defiantly a gentleman.
"No I'm just a friend." I admitted.
"Now that makes more sense." We both laughed and it looked like Niall was a bit embarrassed himself. We followed Liam to the hood of the car where he showed that my spark plug was missing and my radiator was gone as well which he had replaced.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked.
"Nothing, on the house. For a friend of a friend of Niall's." He winked at me. I thanked him as he handed me the keys to my car.
I said goodbye to both of them and hopped in my car heading back home. Once I had arrived in my driveway the same damn SUV that seems to be there when I'm awake and asleep, gone and here was still parked outside. I was starting to wonder who the person was behind the tinted windows, and if they were a detective looking after me or something.
I walked through the front door of the house calling out that I was home but no one seemed to reply just leaving me alone in this big house, with only the sound of my echo. I ran upstairs and grabbed my laptop getting ready for my mother's call on skype.
With in a few minutes my mothers username popped up onto the screen; LydiaJenner29. I hit accept call and that's when my mothers face popped up onto the screen. I smiled waving. "Hi mom!"
"Hi sweetie, how are you?"
"I'm good but more importantly how are you?" I asked seeing that most of her hair has left the scalp of her head one of the many symptoms of chemo. She was skinny too, like abnormally skinny then usual.
"I'm alright, but I'm getting better."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really." My spirits must have lifted hearing those words, cause those are the words I wanted to hear. I wanted to know that my mother is doing better and I'll be able to see her face to face and not through a screen.
"And Harry?"
"What about Harry?" I asked
"Have you seen him, talked, messaged? Or whatever you communicate by now a days." I shook my head no, even though I was leaving out the part about the letters we've been sending back and fourth recently. I don't want to worry her if she's only kidding herself for my sake.
"No I'm sure Harry has better things to do then talk to me, like not go to jail." She laughed and then I heard a door on the other end open. With who I think a nurse told my mother she was about to go in, in a few minutes.
"I've got to go sweetie, but I'll talk to you soon?"
"Alright."
"Bye sweetie. Love you"
"Bye mum. Love you too."
And with that I clicked off, feeling emptiness in my heart again. A shut my eyes trying to hold back the tears that there is a chance that could be the last time I might see my mother, but I have to pull through because there's an even better chance that she will make it.
I grabbed the note that Perrie had given me out from my pocket and tore open the envelope not wanting to wait another second to read it. I opened the many folds in the paper and started to read it;
Dear Miranda,
I'm not sure if I like this way of communicating, I'd like to see you better face to face, then letter passed through my friends. Please though don't give up on me just yet Miranda there's so much I want to tell you, and show you for that fact. I want to see you soon, and I will. When you least expect me to come as well. I want this to be the second and final letter I send to you.
See you soon, Harry.
I was a bit upset that this note was shorter then the last. But happier to know that I was gonna get to see him soon. I put the note under my pillow along with the first one he had given to me. My ears listened for the back screen door opening. I jumped off my bed running down grabbing a bat in the hallway closet. Vivian wasn't expected home til later, and my father til tomorrow night.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Miranda." I heard the familiar husky voice say.
I turned the corner to the screen door to see the familiar face I've been wanting to see for a long time. And damn sure he was right when he said I wasn't gonna be expecting him. I just wasn't sure as how soon though.
"Harry?"
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