Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

//5//

It was thursday of the next week, I had spent the past days sitting in my room contemplating about what I wanted to say during the witness questioning. I came to the conclusion that I have no idea how such an examination goes off so I just continued freaking out on in the inside.

I hate not being able to prepare for special events, whatever kind of. I'm always planning everything beforehand, it calms me down.

But now finally the day came and I'm walking into the police office with my mum. She has to attend it with me because I'm still underage. We wait at the queue in front of the counter to register our names and after we've done that, we sit down on the uncomfortable wooden chairs in the waiting room next to many other more or less suspicious looking people.

The silence in the rooms feels like a heavy weight pushing my shoulders down.
And the steril, white walls without any decor only aggravate this feeling, making me shiver.

After what felt like eternity, a friendly looking woman enters the room, looking around and saying "Louis Tomlinson please?"

My head snaps up and I get up from the hard chair immediately, noticing how every person in the room is looking at me.

I want to escape from the attention as fast as possible but my mum only slowly gets up, grabbing her bag before finally walking to the woman who is holding the door open.

She smiles at my mum and me and then leads us towards the elevator which brings us to the second floor of the huge police office.

Once again, there is an awkward silence in the elevator. I'm sure they can hear my heart beating like drum sticks vibrating on a snare drum.

We then walk into the womans own office where she tells us so sit down and first of all show her our ID cards, before starting questioning me about what happened in the cafe.

I tell her everything I remember without saying a word about the curly haired and green eyed man.

My mum was sitting next to me, staring at me in shock.
Right, I didn't tell her anything about what really happened.
But I ignore how tears start appearing in her eyes while she is listening to me talking about how I nearly got shot.

"Thank you Louis. I now have some other questions about the incident. First of all... you said that you were hiding under the table and then you heard two shots and after that, the woman was dead. Did you see the murderer?"

I tensed at the last word. Murderer. A murderer saved my and Max's life.

This word sounds just wrong for a genuinely friendly person like Curly seemed. I decided to call him Curly until I get to know his real name.

"Uhm... Yes. I saw him."

"What did he look like?"

Fuck. If I describe how Curly looks then my mum will remember him from when he visited me last weekend.

I decide to go for a vague answer: "I-I don't remember to be honest. I only remember him wearing uhm... A silver cross on a chain around his neck. But... I passed out... like I-I said."

"Okay well" the woman sighs, typing my more or less useless answer into her computer.

"Did Max seem suspicious?" she then asks.

"No. Well... Yes. He never talks. So I don't know about his life at all."

"Thank you. Then that's it for now, we're going to check the cctv cameras of the cafe and hopefully this will lead us to the murderer.
We will also talk to Max. Do you know where he lives?"

I frown. "He-he is homeless. He doesn't live anywhere."

The woman laughs and immediately makes me feel stupid for what I said."No I mean where he spends his nights. Maybe he even 'lives' in a homeless shelter" she then says, describing quotation marks with her hands.

"Oh no no I don't know that either."

"That's sad but we'll find a way to figure it out. Thank you for being so honest!"

She gets up and we shake hands before leaving the police office.
Immediately I can breath more freely.

I'm relieved that the questioning went that well, somehow.

My mum still hasn't said a word and she remaines silent for the whole drive home.

Suddenly I can't stand the silence anymore, there has been too much silence the last days.

"Mum I'm sorry I..."

"Louis don't be sorry darling it's alright"

"But I scared you so much and you probably cried because of me and I-I don't want this..."

"It's not your fault. Not at all. I'm sorry instead. We suspected you of commiting the crime when you actually nearly got shot. I don't know how we could even think it was you."

"Mum..." Tears begin brimming my eyes. She places her right hand on my left thigh, comfortingly patting it while steering the car with her left hand.

"Let's make someone happy today" I sniffle.

She looks at me in surprise. "Would that help you feel better? That's a great idea Louis."

"Yes I'm sure it would. Maybe we can help at the homeless hostel. Or something like that..."

The idea came into my head, I don't know why but it seems like the right thing today. I really want to go there now, it's like some higher power is pulling me there.

My mum drives directly to the place where I know many homeless people eat and sleep at night before having to go back to the cold streets of London.

As we drive past the house while looking for an option to park our car, I recognise some homeless sitting in front of it, wrapped in dirty blankets, chatting with each other.

One of them is obviously Max, he is sitting with his back to the house wall. Ahead of him is a man with a fedora on his head, wearing a leather jacket, all in black.

He doesn't seem like a homeless man to me, what is he doing here? Why is he sitting on the dirty pavement when he could sit on a couch at home?

I can't see his face as he is sitting with his back towards the street, but as an ambulances siren starts echoing through the street, he turns his head and my heart skips a beat. Or maybe two.

I hate coincidences.

UH CLIFFHANGER UH
guess who it is lol

It took me so long again to update I'm sorry I didn't find the right words and I was so frustrated. But yeah now finally it worked out.

Thanks for more than 100 reads, it might not seem much in comparison to other books but it's a lot for me.

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