Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter forty-three

I frowned, Wells expression was unreadable, and I got a bit scared. I stood up cautiously and let go of Niall. I gave him a small nod and saw him walk away to wait for me in the corridor. I turned to Niall, who suddenly seemed very pale and scared. I caressed his cheek.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I told him softly. He nodded but didn't look at me. I sighed and left the small room. I saw Wells with the same detective I saw moments ago. He signed I should follow him and was brought back to Zayn and Liam.

"Where's Louis?" I asked Wells. He and the other man sat down and closed the door.

"Louis is in another room." The other man said and I frowned. He introduced himself as Sanderson and told us he worked with Wells on Niall's case.

"Okay, but what has Louis to do with this?" Liam asked, and the detectives looked at each other. I was starting to get really worried now and by the look on Liam's and Zayn's face they were too.

"Well, Sanderson had asked the same questions to Louis as I did with you, and he told us something you should know." Wells said. Could he just spit it out already?

"Okay?" Zayn said.

"Know that Louis wanted to tell you himself but he is questioned at the moment, and it's best if you know what's going on at all times." Sanderson said. I nodded, already irritated by the two.

"Louis knew who Niall killed."

And just like that, it was dead silent. I swallowed and blinked a few times. I had no idea what this meant, but I feared it couldn't be any good. How did he know it? How long did he know it? Why didn't he tell us? Tell me? And then it hit me. Louis of course didn't tell us, he never liked Niall. But he liked me, more than he should, and if Niall wasn't in the picture he could be. Or so he thought. I felt a bitter taste in my mouth when I thought about Louis. I looked at Liam, who just looked confused and lost. Zayn looked furious and pale, and I guess I looked like Zayn at the moment. None of us said something, Wells and Sanderson waiting for us to react and we finding a way how to. Apparently Zayn knew how.

"What the fuck?" Yeah, that was probably what went through all of our minds.

"You can speak to him when he is done, for now, do you wanna know who Niall killed?" Wells said, and no, my mind was not focussed on that at all. How could Louis do this to us, to me? I saw him as a brother and I felt betrayed. He saw me cry and scream, but most of all he didn't see me whatsoever. He knew he had the power to end all of this, yet he was selfish and choose not to. He was the reason all of this happened. He made Niall worse by not telling us sooner, because if he did we could find Niall and get him treatment earlier. He knew about Niall's PTSD, he knew about my feelings for him, he knew Zayn was slowly falling apart, he knew Liam was sad, and he just didn't care. I balled my fist and my nails left a nice imprint in my palms.

"Yes, that would be best I think." Liam said, taking responsibility. I rolled my eyes at that, I was too mad to care about anything at the moment, all I really wanted to do was punch Louis.

"Niall was the homeless-killer." Wells stated simply, but I didn't understand his words anymore. All I could do was hear him, not listen. I also heard the blood rushing through my ears.

"Where is Louis?" I growled, and Sanderson looked up worriedly.

"I don't think it's a good thing you'll see him in this state." He said calmly, and I felt all eyes on me. I raised my eyebrows, really not in the mood for this. I needed to talk to Louis, now, and if I punched him then so be it. I stood up, only to be pulled down by Liam. I gave him a nasty glare but he kept looking at me.

"What?" I hissed at him. He looked at me concerned, and I was so tired of people looking at me like that. Ever since Niall was missing people kept looking at me like that, but it was not like it helped. I knew it was in men's nature to do so, but then again I never liked men kind anyway.

"Sit down and listen." Liam said, and at that I slapped his hand off of me. I sat down nonetheless, knowing it was maybe not the best idea to beat Louis in a police station.

"Niall killed eleven people total, at least, what we're aware of. He thought due to his PTSD that the homeless people were the people he mentioned he killed. Maybe it's best for you boys to get a lawyer, if you can't afford one an attorney is giving to you by the state." Wells said, and it sounded awfully familiar.

"Wait, are we also under arrest?" Liam asked, at which Wells shook his head.

"No you are not, but Niall can't comprehend what is going now, so we are telling you." Liam nodded and seemed to relax a bit. I, however, did not.

"Is Niall going into prison?" I asked, suddenly very scared. He can't go there, he will never survive. He needed to be with me, in my arms, in my bed, in my shower, on my breakfast table, in my car, on my couch, just be, with me, in our own world creating our own universe.

"Son, he's killed eleven people." Wells stated, and I stood up again. This time Liam didn't stop me and that was a good thing because if he did I would have done more than slap his arm away.

"You can't do that to him! He is fucking ill, you can't put him into a room with dangerous people because his illness made him do dangerous things, that's not fair because that's not Niall, his illness isn't him, goddamnit!" I screamed, and Sanderson looked at me pitifully, and I had to remind myself he was a cop. The thing I wanted to do to him were against the law.

"Harry, when you guys get a lawyer he will get Niall out of this. For now, he will be enrolled in an institution that treats people with their mental illnesses that also committed a crime." Wells explained calmly.

"Do you even know what you are saying! You are putting him in an even more dangerous situation!" I screamed again. I turned my head to look at Liam and Zayn, wondering why they haven't said anything. Liam was looking back at me, Zayn was balling his fist and looking at Wells and Sanderson as if he wanted to kill them.

"We'll leave you lot alone for a bit." Wells said, and I was ready to throw a tantrum again but they were already gone. It was silent, me still looking at the place Wells stood seconds ago, I felt Liam's eyes burning holes in my back.

"Harry, sit down please." Liam said, but all I did was turn around.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I hissed.

"Because we don't have influence on what they do anyway." Zayn surprised us both by saying that. Liam nodded whilst I looked at them unbelievingly.

"Really?! They can't do this to Niall and you both know it! He should be with us! He should be with me.." I mumbled the last part. Liam stood up to pull me down to my seat and this time I just let him. They couldn't take Niall away from me. Again. I don't think I could handle it.

"Harry, I get where you are coming from, but right now we have to focus on Niall and getting him help, okay?" Liam said. Zayn rested his hand on my shoulder and nodded.

"You don't understand, I can't loose him again. I want him to be with me, I want him to be better but I also want to lock him up in my house so we can have our own world and I just want him to be with me." I choked out.

Liam and Zayn nodded and both gave me a hug, but when Zayn pulled away a knock was heard on the door. Liam walked over to open it and revealed the one person I really couldn't see right now.

"Louis."

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Sorry for such a lousy boring short and bad chapter, sorry for the long wait, just, sorry