Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter forty-six part two

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Zayn's pov

When Liam, Harry and Louis walked out I swallowed and swallowed again. I had no idea how I would get myself out of this one but I told myself not to worry and listen to their questions. No matter how bad I didn't want to think about it, I tried to recall what Ray and Matt had told us whenever we ended up in situations like this. They learned us to speak but actually tell the police nothing. They were pretty smart in that department, I had to give them that.

Wells walked in again and that settled me down a bit because I knew him and he was alright. He wasn't specifically a though cop so I could work with him. Still, I was nervous as fuck. I knew my story was suspicious from the moment I told them how I met Niall, but I needed to tell them. They needed to know my best friend wasn't innocent but his PTSD was the cause of what had happened, not his personality. Wells sat down and pressed on the recorder.

"So Zayn, tell me again how you met Niall." He said, and I sat up a bit and took a deep breath.

"I know Niall since I was fifteen, I think. I can't quite remember. We ended up living in the same house and I guess we're just stuck with each other from that moment on." I said, leaving all the details out. Wells nodded and played with his pen.

"Right. Where was this house?" He asked.

"Ireland."

"Yes we know, but in which town or city or summat." Wells asked, a bit annoyed. Honest to God, I had no idea. They always said we were in Dublin but for as far as I knew they could be lying.

"Dublin." I just said. He nodded again.

"Do you have an address?" He asked. I almost rolled my eyes.

"No." I said, but the minute it came out I knew that wasn't a smart thing to say. Wells looked at me with raised eyebrows and I wanted to punch myself so I was unconscious and not able to answer his questions.

"You don't have the address of where you lived for years?" He asked skeptically, and I shook my head. I really didn't know the address, no one told us in case this situation happened. Wells sighed.

"Listen, it's best if you just cooperate because the sooner we can get this over with the sooner we're able to clear your name." Wells said, and I frowned at him. Clear my name? I hadn't done anything, Niall was the one who killed people.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, and he knew he made a mistake. This was a perfect opportunity for me to take the focus off of me and create a scene, as we were taught in the house.

"Zayn-" He started, but I cut him off and stood up, making my chair fall to the ground.

"No, what do you mean with 'clearing my name' I haven't done anything wrong!" I almost screamed and it surprised me that no other cop came into the room to calm me down.

"Zayn, you are also a suspect in the case of Niall." Wells said, something that surprised me quite a bit. A suspect? How? I couldn't be a suspect, Niall was missing and that's all we knew until we found him and the police told us about the killing. If someone should be a suspect it should be Louis, after all, he knew where Niall was before any of us. I knew he was not in any way involved in this, but that had to raise suspicion, right? I also couldn't believe why the police was still investigating this, Niall had a relapse and killed people in his daze. That was it, case closed.

"How can I be a suspect in this case?! How? When we arrived at the scene we thought we found our missing friend, we didn't know of the killing until you told us!" I was positively screaming at this point, it all didn't add up.

"And another thing; why is this still a case? Niall had a relapse, you already concluded he had PTSD, why is it so fucking hard to get that?!"

Wells sighed and waited for me to calm down, which wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Also; why am I a suspect, why not Louis? He knew before any of us where Niall was! But see, he's got nothing to do with this, right? So why do you think I am a suspect, it doesn't make sense!" I knew I was being hysterical now, but that was exactly what I needed to appear.

"Listen, Zayn, why don't we take a break? You are clearly upset and I can't talk to you like this." Wells suggested, to which I nodded. This should win me some more time. I crouched down to grab my chair and sat it up. I sat down slowly and grabbed a pack of fags out of my pocket.

"Can I smoke in here?" I asked. Wells seemed hesitant and eventually shook his head, which made me sigh.

"You can outside, though." He suggested, and I frowned. If I was a suspect I knew I wasn't originally allowed outside. Nevertheless I stood up and saw Wells copy my actions. He probably needed to come along so I didn't run away. I shrugged as he held the door open for me and waited for him to lead the way out. We walked through the small corridors and eventually ended up in the lobby. We walked outside and I saw that Liam's car was gone. He had told me the night before Harry's mum would visit.

I didn't know what to think of that, but Liam said she had the right to know what was going on with her son. I knew he was right, the fucker was always right. Sometimes I mocked him with that but he would pout so adorably I couldn't help but take it back. Anyway, I hoped Harry wouldn't tell his mum too much. I knew she wanted the best for Harry, and from a parent's point of view, Niall was clearly not the best. I just hoped he wouldn't give her too much information because she easily could go to the police and then we all would be screwed.

I placed the cigaret between my lips and lit it. My hands were a bit shaky and I desperately tried to get them under control. Wells leaned against the brick wall of the building, looking at me, but I was too deep in thought to be bothered by it. I regretted getting Harry, Louis and most of all Liam involved of this mess. They didn't deserve it, and certainly not my angel. Last night he told me he didn't mind, what was my business was his, and I had smiled but in reality I wanted to cry. Liam was far too good for me. He said he and Louis would look up this lawyer whilst Harry talked to his mum, and I hoped it all was working out. I thought they needed a lawyer for Niall, but now, probably he could help me as well.

Wells suddenly stood next to me, not too close but certainly not an appropriate distance. I frowned and looked up to him, he just cleared his throat.

"I believe you have nothing to do with it." He said lowly, which confused me even more. I nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Listen, the reason we're doing this is only because yours and Niall's past is so suspicious that we can't help but investigate it. We really want to know which triggered Niall's PTSD and most of all why he wanted to kill those people." He said. I understood it. Really, I did. But I couldn't tell them we were involved in an international drugs cartel. I just couldn't. Niall would serve jail time, for the murders and the drugs. I would serve jail time for the drugs, and I just couldn't do that to Liam. I was selfish but I couldn't leave him, not like that at least. I knew our relationship was doomed from the beginning because sooner or later he would have asked about my past and parents and if I had siblings and what not. He did before, but I always distracted him with other things. I knew he noticed, but he was too sweet to point it out. I also knew he was too good for me, way too good. But for my own selfish reasons, I wanted to keep him close to me. He was actually one of the few things I was certain of, and I liked that.

"Thank you for believing me, but unfortunately I can't tell you anything else. I would like a lawyer now." And I knew this conversation was over.