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❝And now he's so devoid of colour, he don't know what it means .❞
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[Harry's POV]
"Louis, you have to get me out of this place as soon as possible. I haven't heard anything about her and I'm losing my mind here." I told him.
Louis sighed deeply and glanced at his watch before looking back at me. I knew that there wasn't much he could do, but I needed him to try. Right now, I was depending on him. He had to convince them to let me go, at least for a short period of time. I had to go to the Dollhouse and take Angelina away from Alexander, I had to make sure she was safe and out of his reach, even if that meant that I would never see her again.
"I have something in mind, but I don't know how effective it will be." Louis replied hesitantly. I tilted my head up to look at him and stood up straight as I faced him.
"Tell me."
"Okay, so here is the thing, in a minute they will call you for questions. I want you to answer them truthfully and with no hesitations. You will tell them about Alexander and about the Dollhouse." He told me, looking at me intently. I stared at him stunned, waiting for him to tell the real plan. He wasn't joking.
He wasn't joking.
"What? Are you crazy? They won't fücking believe me. I can't just go in there and start telling them about Alexander and how he sells women without valid proof, Louis. You should know better. We need a better plan." I said angrily.
"I will show them the information I have collected the past few years. I know that it's not enough, Harry, but we have to risk it. This is the only thing that would save her and you. If the DNA results are positive and the blood found on Ethan matches yours then you lost this game. It's our last hope! You will go in there and you will tell them!" Louis yelled in frustration. I had never seen him so angry and determined before, he was trying to look unfazed and was keeping a straight face, but I could see the look in his eyes... He was scared. As much as he tried not to show it, he was worried and that made me feel even worse for yelling at him. He only wanted to help me. "Harry, we have no choice. You know, Niall contacted me yesterday." He informed me.
"Niall? Don't remind me of that idiot, he disappears without saying anything and always comes back with empty hands." I told him, rolling my eyes. Why did he have to bring him up?
"He disappeared because Alexander had captured him, they were holding him hostage because they wanted information about you."
"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"It's true. Ethan was the one who helped him escape and in return he asked Niall to tell him everything he knew about Nina. My point here is that we can ask for him to come here, we need all the information we need." Louis tried to explain to me, but at the moment I wasn't hearing much of what he was telling me. I couldn't believe that Alexander had caught Niall and that Ethan helped him. Why didn't I know about it? Was I so distracted with Angelina that I couldn't see what was happening?
Alexander was planning for this to happen all this time and I fell in his trap. He wanted me to be distracted.
"Fine, I'll do it." I whispered softly.
Louis nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line just as the door behind him opened and a police man came in. He smiled politely at us in an awkward manner and then glanced down quickly, clearing his throat. He was the same man that had been in my house with Officer Johnson when Agnes died, I remembered him. He was also the only one in this fücking building that actually seemed to believe me.
"I'm afraid your time is over, Mr. Tomlinson." He spoke, walking inside. Louis fixed his tie and grabbed his bag from the chair, giving him a small nod. "Mr. Styles should come with me now for the interrogation."
"We are ready, Mr. Payne." Louis replied to him, glancing at me briefly. It's time.
I took a step back from the door as Mr. Payne took the keys in his hand and unlocked my cell. He motioned for me to bring my hands in front of me and I eyed the handcuffs he was holding before giving him an annoyed look. I hated that they were treating me like a was a bloody murderer, if I wanted to kill them the handcuffs wouldn't stop me and right now I really want to kill someone.
"You are kidding me right? It's not like I will kill any of you, this is bullshit!" I exclaimed, causing Louis to cough and give me a death glare. It was enough to make me listen, so I pursed my lips and looked away, extending my hands out in front of me.
I had to be polite, even though I wanted to punch both Louis and the policeman. So I forced a smile and looked at Louis. "Better now?"
He simply shook his head and walked out of the door. Yeah right, walk away.
"I'm sorry Mr. Styles, but it's my order to it. I know that you are innocent, Mr. Johnson knows it too, but this case is really messed up and we have no choice but to do our job." Mr. Payne said as he put the cuffhands around my wrists and opened the door wide for me to pass.
I sighed and lifted my head high as I walked out of the door. He was right and I knew it, but I didn't want to admit it out loud. I had to blame someone for not being able to get to Angelina and it was easier for me to blame them.
Louis was standing outside waiting for us and when we approached him we all started walking down the long corridor in silence. The only thing that could be heard was whispering from the other employees, who were sitting on their offices and gossiping. Some were talking about me, I didn't look at them, but I could feel their stares. They were probably thinking how a man like me ended up here. Well, I didn't know the answer for that either.
Once we reached the end of the corridor where the interrogation room was located, Mr. Payne turned to face us and gave me a small nod before opening the door. The room inside was dark and empty, the only furniture was a wooden desk that was positioned in the middle with three chairs around it. A small lamp was hanging from the ceiling and one of the walls had a huge mirror on it, but I knew that they could see me from behind it.
Officer Johnson was sitting on one of the chairs, looking at some files which were spread out on top of the desk.
"Mr. Styles, come inside." He said without looking at me. I felt Louis' presence next to me and he gave me a pat on the back before approaching the desk. I followed him and we both sat down on our chairs while Mr. Payne stood behind Officer Johnson with his arms folded over his chest. He had a serious face on now.
"I think you both now the reason you are here Mr. Styles. You are acussed for the murder of Ethan Greyson as well as Paul Black-"
"I didn't kill them." I interrupted him quickly, emphasising the word didn't. It wasn't a smart move. He didn't like that.
"I don't think I gave you the right to speak!" He snapped at me, giving me a hard look. His fist slammed on the desk, causing me to flinch. I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction.
"I'm sorry Mr. Johnson, my client is feeling a bit... overwhelmed at the moment with what is happening. It's difficult for him." Louis was quick to say. Mr. Johnson nodded and grabbed a paper in his hand, then passed it to Louis.