Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter thirty-seven

I felt like I was drowning, yet, I knew how to swim. Every sound seemed to be muted and my vision was beyond blurry. My body felt like a dead weight and reacted on it's own. But, everything that happend, happened whilst I was fully aware of it. My seat belt felt heavy on my chest and my arm didn't have the strength to push the car door open. The sounds produced by Liam, Zayn and Louis were heard, but not listened to, yet they seemed to have this image that they needed to continue anyway. The rain that had been coming out of the sky like a waterfall was hitting the window and if I wasn't looking through it I thought bricks were being smashed against it. But oh, was I looking through it.

I saw the siren lights on the boy's faces and I heard it faintly in the distance, only they were within hand reach. I saw police men getting drenched by the rain, walking around the cars and getting behind the doors of it, grabbing their guns and pointing it towards the door of the house we were so desperately looking for. The car stopped as soon as we saw the lights, but it felt like my mind was miles away. I was here, but only physically. I felt yanking at my belt and a shout that I needed to get out of the car. I didn't know how to, but somehow my body complied to the request. I felt the drops hitting me in the face and it was an ironic thing. Just like reality was hitting me now, so did the wetness. And the knowing. The police found Niall. But why the guns?

I saw a blurry dark blue figure walking towards us and it took me some time to register the blur was a police man. He started to shout and made his arms go up and down, but I had no idea what he was actually saying. I again felt yanking but this time at my arm and if I didn't move my feet, I'd fall. I stumbled over to where the firm grip on my arm was dragging me and found myself behind one of the doors of a police car. I looked around me and felt a continuous beep in my ear. I faintly heard my name but couldn't find it in me to look up. My body wasn't responding the way I wanted to but I had no idea how to keep it under control and quite frankly, it was scaring me.
It's like I went into shock again, but it was also different, because I was very aware of the state I was in. I needed to fight to get back my sight and proper hearing, to ask what the fuck was going on, and mostly, I needed to know where Niall was and if he was safe.

That's all the mattered. Was he safe? The police was here for some reason, and I needed to know it. I demanded my body to work like it normally should, but I was so tired. I blinked my eyes and everything turned into slow motion. I was scared and tried my hardest to hold on to something. Whilst my hand was grabbing around to find something with a hold I tried my eyes to focus on one sight and to sharpen it. The sight was the door of house 226.

My hand bumped onto something and by the feel of it, it was a hand. The hand grabbed mine but I had no idea who it was. Not that that was on my mind. My eyes saw the green door, but still not sharply and I grew frustrated with myself. I closed my eyes tightly and snapped them open again, hoping it would help. It didn't. I felt yanking at my hand and I was glad my friends were making sure I was at the right place at the right time. I spun around and I saw a blurry black quiff. Zayn.

I felt a sting on my cheek and I blinked. If felt like I reached the surface of the sea again. Suddenly I heard all the voices, the rain, the sirens, the megaphone. I saw Zayn's worried face, the cars, the police men, Liam, Louis, the house, the green door. My eyes shot around in it's sockets and everything seemed to punch me in the stomach.

"Harry, can you hear me? Harry!" Zayn said a bit loudly, making sure I could hear him but mostly to drown the sound of the rain out. I nodded and he sighed a breath of relieve. I must had been out for longer than I thought.

"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?!" I suddenly shouted. I was so angry, out of the blue. I was so done with all the secrets, all the lies, all the knowing and just... everything. We should be in our car right now, with Niall by my side in the backseat, kissing, hugging, crying, and driving to Doncaster. We should be talking, telling each other it was okay and that we missed each other, and search for help for Niall. Niall. He was so close, yet so far away.