For the next couple of days Niall did more research on his case, but he ended up nowhere, fast. He still wasn't sleeping during the night. He had been glad to have someone to stay up with him the other night without it looking like he was crazy. But, even when he did sleep, it was for a couple of hours at a time. He just couldn't manage to get the rest that he knew he needed.
During small breaks of his research, he found himself thinking about Edie and what she must be going through with knowing that they may never find the guy responsible for her assault. He had started to look her up one night and found several articles about a sexual assault that had occurred the same night as his shooting. Her name was obviously not mentioned in the reports but he gleaned enough information to determine which ones were about her. It only made him more furious, so he had to stop.
A few times he had picked up his phone and pulled her name up to call her to see if she would take a look at these with him, thinking a fresh pair of eyes might help, but every time he did he felt horrible for wanting to ask her to help him find his assailant and not hers, although he would've gladly taken it on. But what really stopped him was that he was afraid she was going to think he was insane.
Another two days went by; again with no new information laid out in front of him. He got so frustrated that he ended up sending everything across the floor from his dining room table. He stomped off to grab a beer from the kitchen and took a look through his phone, knowing damn well social media wasn't going to help him. Every single time he looked at it he was bombarded with notices from concerned fans. Deep down he appreciated it but, he had had to turn his notifications off because he got so irritated with the constant "get well soon's" and "where's Niall?" messages. He hadn't posted anything since he'd been shot except for one lousy message about how he appreciated everyone's well wishes but that was it. He didn't even respond to his own friends anymore.
The one thing he did do, was search Edie's name to see if she was on any. She wasn't on Twitter or Facebook, but he did find her on Instagram. As he scrolled through her posts, he saw that she, too, hadn't posted anything since January. It looked like she had done quite a bit of travelling, though.
He opened her last post, which had been posted earlier that horrible day. It was a selfie of her, rather close up. Her eyes had a purplish tint to them. Her caption read: "When the sun hits your purple shirt and you angle the phone just right that it reflects into your eyes making them appear violet. Hello, Elizabeth Taylor eyes!"
Niall smiled a little at it. He walked back into his dining room, having already forgotten that he had made a mess of it. He looked at the pile, then looked back at his phone, and then back up. "Ah, fuck it," he said, as he dialed her number.
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