Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter fifty

This is not edited! I also wanted to say sorry for the long wait. I don't know anything about Eleanour's family, this is all made up. 

I woke up with a horrible headache and something wet on my chest, not the ideal way to wake up. I blinked open my eyes and saw Louis drooling on my chest, which was disgusting but also quite reasonable because we celebrated freedom a bit too much last night. I pushed him off but he didn't even wake up, just turning to Liam's chest so he could drool further there. Last night was a bit weird, partying under the curcumstances, but we needed it and we had a bloody good reason. Eleanor's dad would come over to the station today to talk to Zayn, and hopefully he could talk to Niall soon. I really hoped he could help them.

I got out of bed and left Liam's room, closing the door softly behind me, even if that wasn't really needed because they would sleep through an earthquake in this state. I opened my own room and headed straight to the bathroom, in desprate need for a shower. The bathroom of the hotel room was pale and empty and it felt like it too, it had nothing personal, and I craved that. I realised I craved my own bed and bathroom and toilet and sofa, but we had to help Niall and Zayn first, I knew that. Still, I just wished this could all be over soon, I knew it wasn't very realistic, yet I couldn't help it. I heard about research and trials that took years to be solved, and I just hoped this wasn't gonna be that sort of case. Niall couldn't handle that, I don't think anyone of us could.

I stepped under the hot water and tried to relax my muscles, hoping Niall could do the same where he was now. The police did at terrible job at transferring him and not tell any of us, it was almost criminal of them, and I hoped Eleanor's dad could do something about it, or that it helped us win the case. I didn't even know if we could win, if there was even something to win, because, however the tables would turn, Niall was going to jail. It hit me right than, that he actually did something criminal.

He had murdered twelfe homeless people in his state, and eventhough he had PTSD, he was dangerous. I never thought of him in that way, and for me to do know was like a slap in the face. Niall had actually murdered. It suddenly became really hot and cramped in the glass cubicle, and I fell on my knees with the water still gushing over my naked body. 

It was so stupid of me to realise all of this now, and I started to believe my mother had a point, eventhough a lot of this shit she said was just that, shit. My breathing became heavier and I forced myself to focus my sight at one point,breathe throughmy nose and out through my mouth, but it proved to be a difficult task. I let my head fall into my hands and shook it,not believing how I could be so naive about this. I was wondering how Liam and Louis thought about this, how Niall and Zayn thought about this. There was no denying I didn't love Niall, I did with all my heart, but just the realisation I loved a murderer was too much. 

When I saw the news I always got mad at the family of the culprit that they could say that they loved them still, but now I finally understood. Niall was still the love of my life, I just knew that for a damn fact, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was unhealthy, because I had a strong feeling that it was. I got up and turned of the hot water, dryed myself quickly and walked out of the damp bathroom. I reached for my phone and went through my contacts, looking for a number I never thought I had to call again.

"This is Doctor Lancaster's office." A female voice said, and I knew it had to be Holly or Gwen, the only two receptionists who worked there for all those years.

"Hello, this is Harry Styles." I said, and was surprised by how weak my voice sounded. I sat down on the bed, also feeling really tired.

"Oh hello, Harry! I never thought to hear from you again." i knew it was Gwen speaking now, I recognized it from the sympathy in her voice. It made me shudder.