Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter forty-one

I looked into the eyes I missed so much. Too much, actually. I knew I couldn't kiss him, but I was close to doing so. I could feel the wetness in my eyes and the sides of my vision became blurry, but this was me realizing what I had missed all these months. Niall was here in front of me and it started to hit me all just now. In more than ninety days I never heard his Irish accent saying something bold to me, never felt his eyes burning holes in my back, never felt his breath on my skin, never smelled the once familiar sent of mint and coconut and just Niall all over my clothes, never got texts, well, sexts. I knew I missed him, hell, everyone knew, but now, it hit me once again.

Niall's eyes roamed my face, and it should have made anyone uncomfortable, but this was Niall and I was Harry and it was normal for him to roam my face and it was normal for me not to be uncomfortable with it, because is was him staring at me, and I missed it. He couldn't hold my hand, let alone touch me because he was still handcuffed, tainted to the table, and then I remembered he was here because he had killed people. Crazily, it didn't phase me. I didn't look differently at him, I still loved him, more than ever at this point, and I knew it wasn't healthy and then I remembered Niall was toxic, he was like a drug, but he was heroin and I was just a junkie in the gutter, I needed him and he was all I could think about. Niall has never been healthy for me, but I simply didn't care.

I heard Wells clear his throat and I remembered I was still crouching next to Niall, staring at his eyes, so I stood up and turned my face towards him, not my attention. I could hear Niall almost growl quietly, but I ignored it.

"Niall, there is another person who wants to see you." Wells declared. Niall didn't seem to register what the man said but shrugged anyway.

"I don't care. Can Harry stay longer?" My heart did a weird jump at that, but I knew Zayn really missed Niall and wanted to see him. I hoped I could see him after that, though.

"Babe, don't you wanna see Zayn?" I asked him. His eyes went wide and nodded. I gave him a smile and I could just hear Wells roll his eyes. Oh well, I was helping him, he should shut up.

"Zayn is coming in after Harry leaves. Then an officer will come and talk to you again, understood?" Wells said a bit harshly. Niall just shrugged again and was staring at the wall in front of him, like I didn't stood next to him. It kinda hurt, but it was probably his PTSD, I told myself. Wells escorted me through the halls but didn't brought me back to the lads. He opened another room and told me to sit down.

"I don't understand, why am I here?" I asked him. He pulled out his recorder again and said,

"Further statement of the suspect's boyfriend, Harry Styles." I frowned but waited for him to talk. What could he want from me?

"So Harry, Niall just confessed to you too that he killed several people. Does this effect you in any way?" It was a though one to answer. I wanted to say no because it was the truth, but at this moment I didn't know why I was here and I didn't want to be a suspect too.

"I guess, I mean, he killed people, yes, but he has also PTSD." Wells nodded and wrote something down that I couldn't read.

"Do you think Niall planned to do this?" I frowned again, what was he getting at? I haven't seen him in three months, how should I know?

"No, I truly believe what he said back there. I think he planned it when he was triggered, not beforehand." Wells nodded again.

"Do you think Niall is capable to kill a person?" Now I realized what was going on. They didn't believe Niall had PTSD. They didn't believe him. If Niall wasn't capable of killing somone, I could sure as hell could kill Wells at this point.

"If you don't believe Niall has PTSD then run some fucking test on him! I believe that Niall is capable of bloody murder, when his brain is fucking sick! Really, it's not that hard!" I almost screamed. Almost, because I was still dealing with a police man here. Wells just looked at me, not phased by my rage, but he should be.

"It is established Niall indeed has PTSD, but maybe he blames his PTSD for his actions. We have records he was treated and yes, people fall back into it when it's triggered, but we want to be sure that that is the case here. If it is, he will be treated again and will not appear in court, but if it is not, he will spend a long time in jail." Wells explained calmly. I get where he was coming from, but that didn't subside my anger. I gave him a nod to signal he could continue.

"Have you any idea how many people Niall killed?" He asked me. That was a question I hadn't even thought about. With that question, automatically came the other: who did he actually kill?

"I have no idea. Who did he kill?" I mumbled. Wells sighed defeatedly.

"We have no idea yet, we couldn't get it out of him. Once we asked, he only said a few names, but it would change from time to time. We have checked out some bodies but none have the name he has told us or fit the description." He said. I nodded, and let him continue asking his questions.

Louis' pov

Like detective Wells said, an other officer took me to another room to get my statement. I was nervous, but calmer now that the lads were gone. Especially Harry. He would kill me if he'd know. I sat down and waited for the officer to prepare himself.

"This is detective Tyler Sanderson, the date is April twenty two, twothousand and fourteen. Interviewing Louis Tomlinson in the Horan-case. Louis, can you describe your relationship with the suspect?" Apparently Tyler asked me.

"Niall and I weren't really friends. We didn't fight or anything, I just wasn't a big fan of him. Mostly, because, well, I was, well am, in love with, em, Harry, and he came around and Harry was gone. I was happy for Harry, but always told him to be careful, because Niall just screamed bad boy. Niall treated Harry well, so I didn't resent him for that. Until he left. Harry didn't leave his room for two fucking months, all because of him. I get it now, but at the time I was seriously pissed. However, my friends were more devastated than angry, which angered me even more. Harry and I got in a fight after I said some nasty things about Niall." I took a breath, knowing that what I was about to tell now, only Tyler and I would know.

"After that, I knew Niall had to be found, because everyone just went complete bonkers after a while. I did my own research and soon came to find out he was in London. I knew because sometimes I would go with Zayn to search for him. He always told me to look out for this name, Jeremy Leeson. I didn't question it, maybe it had something to do with Niall's past or something like that. So when I typed in to google 'Jeremy Leeson', it was not rocket science to find him. I knew where he was, but I didn't tell the lads. I wanted to see if I could get a chance with Harry. Stupid I know, but love makes blind, yeah?" I chuckled humorlessly.

"In the end, they did found out where he was, me playing the whole thing, but then I remembered Liam saying Niall could get dangerous, because of his PTSD. Since Niall was gone, the news was full of the homeless-killer, you know, the man who kills homeless people? Well, it wasn't hard to put two and two together."

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Short but I said I wouldn't update, so here you go! AND A PLOTWIST WHAAAAAT

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