What About Love {One Direction AU}

Twenty Two.

•Green•

Breaking out of that prison wasn't easy. Everything was under close watch and surveillance. There was a guard at every corner of that damn place. Hell, I wasn't even allowed out of my cell without a guard behind me. It was like I was in an insane asylum.

Only I wasn't insane.

In fact, I was quite the opposite. I'm a genius compared to everyone in that place. Most of the people in there were mostly failures. I on the other hand, was able to conduct a secret operation and form a gang and keep it a secret for almost six years.

Plus, I'm the mastermind behind genetically engineered hybrids. If anything, I should be praised for my years of research, not being slammed on by a bunch of lowlifes. I've gotten letters from mothers yelling at me because I injected my own daughter and another baby with hybrid genetics. But they don't bother me.

Their all peasants, honestly.

The days leading up to my escape were quite interesting. I received a layout of the facility from a fellow inmate. From the layout, I was able to plan out my escape down to the last detail. With the help of some inmates with nothing to lose, I was able to escape that hellhole in thirty minutes.

Being an escapee was exhilarating. I was an adrenalin junkie, so I loved the chase.

But when I'm not being chased, I sit think about a lot of things. Especially about that no good daughter of mine. Knowing that she is happy and with that dog makes me sick. I should've gotten rid of her when I had the chance. In fact, she's the whole reason why I escaped.

To finish what I started.

So I formed a plan to do just that. I planned to kidnap her - once again - and inject her with a lethal injection, which will take her life almost instantly. I just needed to find one strong enough. And I know exactly where to find it.

Perrie Edwards.

"Took you long enough, Jeremy." She said, as I sat down.

"New look, I see? What? Did you hate being blonde?" I said, as I gave her a smile. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, before tapping her pointer finger against the table.

"Unlike you, I was smart enough to escape the hellhole four days in. So unlike your little get up," She laughed, pointing at my black fedora and black trench coat. "I dyed my hair and tanned my skin, just to keep my ass from getting arrested again."

"Whatever floats your boat." I replied, throwing my hands up in the air in surrender. "Plus I don't look bad." I defended, causing her to snicker.

"You look like you just escaped jail."

"Are you going to help me, or not?" I spat, causing her to laugh loudly. This woman confuses me. I will never understand women.

"Calm yourself, Jeremy. My guy should be here soon. I made a small little gang of my own while you were trying to 'escape'." She said, using her fingers to put air quotes around escape. "Here he comes now." She added, as a boy no older than eighteen sat beside her. He looked too innocent to be a gang member.

But then again, that's what I thought when Perrie first joined.

"Jeremy Green, this is Luke Hemmings. He has the stuff you want." Perrie said, introducing her new prodigy to me.

"Aren't you a little young to be in a gang?"

"Aren't you a little old to be in the twenty-first century?" He retorted, causing Perrie to snicker. I glared at the both of them, before crossing my arms. "Anyways, boss here said you needed something lethal. So, I whipped up this substance here." He added, fishing a vile from his pocket and setting it on the table.

"You told me to find a substance strong enough to end it instantly. Luke here knows all about this chemistry crap." Perrie said, as she slipped her sunglasses over her eyes.

"Are you sure it will work?" I questioned, causing Luke to laugh at me.

"I'm positive. I'm offended that you questioned my work." He said, a smile on his face.

"You'll get over it." I spat, before standing up from the table and walking away, not even thanking them due to the soul fact that they were annoying.

But now that I had this vile, I could commence with part two of my plan.

I waited till nightfall to head to Tomlinson's work place. I knew he would be here come morning, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and leave him a little message.

Once I broke into the place, I fished the can of black paint and brush that I stole from a store out of my pocket, before writing my message in big letters on the garage door.

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•Niall•

As I walked into work, I was instantly stopped at the door. "Horan, I know you just got here, but your needed out on the field." Tim said, as I rolled my eyes and groaned, before we headed out towards my cruiser and headed to the scene.

"What are we needed for?" I asked, as I drove down the road.

"A body shop got broken into last night. We have to go and investigate." He explained, as we continued down the road. "How are you and El?" He asked, as I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel in a rhythmic pattern.

"One more month, mate." I smiled, glancing over at him. He patted my shoulder carefully, as I turned into the body shop, my jaw instantly dropping. "Shit, this is Bill and Jack's place."

"Let's go see what's going on, yeah?" He said, as we exited the cruiser and head towards the garage. As we reached the brothers, they were talking amongst themselves, obviously furious.

"What amazes me was that he didn't steal anything." Jack - I believe, I can't tell the difference between them - told his brother, as I raised an eyebrow. I tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around and face me. "Hey, aren't you the kid that came and kidnaped Tomlinson?"

"Yes, sir." I smiled, as the other brother glared at his twin. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Someone broke in, but didn't steal anything. Everything is just as we left it before we locked up last night."

"The only damage that was done was the paint on the garage door." Jack said, as he looked at his brother and sighed.

"Horan! You might wanna come look at this!" Tim yelled, as I excused myself and walked into the shop. I met up with him, before he pointed at the garage door. And on that door, in big black letters, were the words that made my blood run cold.

'I'm coming for you, Alice. - Jer G'

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Logan, xx

[cue dramatic music]