Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter forty-two

Harry's pov

I was tired of all the questions they kept asking me, I had no idea why this was so important and all I wanted to do was take Niall home and cuddle with him until we fell asleep. It was actually kinda sick I forgave him so quickly after everything, but I guess he couldn't really do much about it now. His mental illness was to blame, not him. I realized that even when his PTSD wasn't the cause of his rampage, I would have forgiven him nonetheless, but it would be harder. I understood he didn't had control over himself when he killed these people. I got to learn he killed seven people total, but no one knew who they were. I heard that Niall still thought it were the people from the crack house, but the police ruled that out as soon as they could. A lot of the names he had told the police were in jail or just still alive, living peacefully in their houses with their families. It wasn't fair that apparently Niall was the only one who suffered through the whole experience. I knew a lot of them just had to have traumatic experiences, but Niall got on top of that a mental illness.

I was still in the small room with Wells, but it seemed like he was almost done. He was still writing in his little journal, and I wondered how things went with Zayn and Niall. I hoped Niall got some serious help, I don't think Zayn realized how bad Niall actually was when he let him get treatment.

Just as Wells was about to say something, we heard a knock on the door and another officer with the same journal as Wells in his hands walked in.

"Can I speak to you?" The guy asked Wells, who nodded.

"Harry, you are free to go. You can go see Niall if you want, but make sure Zayn isn't there. He can't have too much people around him at the moment." He told me. I gave him a nod and stood up. I passed the other officer with a nod too and headed over to the room I knew Niall was being held. I knocked and heard Niall tell me to come in. It was weird, but his voice gave me butterflies all over again.

"Is Zayn there?" I asked, the door still closed. I hated this, I was supposed to find Niall, talk to him and take him home, make him feel loved, get him help and just be with him. Not any of this shit.

"No." I heard him mumble. I opened the door and saw Niall sitting there, facing me with that beautiful smile on his face.

I didn't regret loving him.

"How was it to see Zayn again?" I asked him. I thought it was better not to talk about why he was here or what had happened, I didn't want to upset him.
I walked over to him to give him a kiss on his forehead and sat down across from him, he smiled and nodded his head.

"It was good, I missed him." I gave him a smile, and just like that, I had no idea what to say to him. I wanted to ask him so many things, but at the same time I didn't want to think about what he did. I don't think I had fully realized all of this. I knew when it came out that Niall actually killed people, others would look at him in disgust, and also look at me that way, because I still loved him. And then I realized how deep my love for him actually was. It didn't matter what he did, I would be by his side and support him, stick with him through it all. I wondered if that was unhealthy, but at the same time I couldn't care less. I was practically dead when he left, so I guess it only made sense. Still, I wondered how everyone would react. I just hoped the people close to him would support him.

"Harry?" I heard Niall's voice far away, but he was really close. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and nodded at him.

"I want to tell you something." He mumbled, and I panicked right away. I had no idea what he wanted to talk about, maybe it was a good thing, maybe it was a bad thing, but I wasn't prepared for it. I swallowed and nodded again.

"It's about, us, and like, me." He mumbled again, and I felt my heart drop. Oh god, this was it. The end. I just knew it.

"Okay so, when Zayn and I came to your school, I was just recovered. They told me it was probably the best if I avoided contact with new people for a while, but I wanted to finish high school, as did Zayn. So we did, and of course, you had to be in that fucking class, and I saw you there and you were so beautiful. I saw you entering that room and Zayn saw me staring, and he told me not to try anything, because I didn't want to fuck up my recovery. I really, really wanted to be near you, but also didn't want to indeed fuck everything up I rebuilt again. So when Lee asked us to introduce ourselves, I did it as bold as I could, because I knew that wasn't very attractive and such. But you seemed to like it. And I kept going with it, to push you away, but at the same time I wanted you close with me at all times, and I was struggling with it, but I figured, what the hell, you make me happy and I don't want to push my happiness away." He told me, and I had no words. He was so sweet, so very perfect, and now I knew a bit more about the mystery that was Niall Horan. I smiled at him, feeling to overwhelmed to say anything at all.

"Why are you crying, Harry?" He asked me in such innocence it wasn't even fair. I didn't realize I was crying, but now felt the wetness on my cheeks. I shook my head and walked over to him, crouched down and gave him the best hug I could.

"I love you." I told him honestly, because I couldn't love him more in that moment. He told me, from the start, how he felt, and wasn't embarrassed to do it again and again. He made sure I knew how much he loved me, made me feel comfortable, I was his main priority and he kept proving it. I never doubted he didn't love me, and it was all thanks to him. I came first with him, and now it was up to me to make him feel like that, too.

"Niall, I need you to know that I love you, no matter what. You come first, I'll support you through all of this. I'm not mad, or sad, I'm just glad I can hold you again and see you and talk to you because these past months have been hell, for the both of us, I know. And it only has been hell because I loved you so much I couldn't properly function when you were gone, and there was nothing romantic about it but it showed me how much I actually love you. I love you." I told him frantically, needed the words out of my mouth, needed him to know it, needed to bring my love for him into the world.

He looked at me, that piercing stare he always had, and I felt myself shudder, but it was the good kind, the one that gave me chills. He blinked a couple of times, and I saw his eyes starting to water. And in this moment, I felt so very intimate with him. We weren't even touching, just staring at each other and letting our speeches sink in. It was peaceful, like we closed something. A sudden rush of rest came over me and I felt content, even if I was in an interrogation room and Niall was handcuffed and probably the police men behind the see through mirror were looking at us. I didn't care, because I had my world in my arms again.

We got interrupted by a knock on the door and I could almost feel Niall's hatred. I sighed, but turned around and say to the person they could come in.

It was Wells, of course, with a stern face.

"I need to tell you something."

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Mweh, filler. For these kind of things I made a one shot book, so when I don't update my main stories I'll post something there

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