A/n: guys ...so I'm really coming to the end of the book with 6 chapters in hand left...this 50th chap is really special, as Niall takes a bold step! Thx a lot my fam for giving this book so much love ❤️
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NIALL POV:
Why had y/n written 'Hannah' in Lisa's book? Must be something important. What does Hannah signify?

I get a little tensed now. What if Hannah is the killer? Or what if she's a witness? Why
has y/n written it? Or did Lisa read it? What the hell is going on?!

My mind wanders to the unknown, and I keep judging the name Hannah on Lisa's book, with y/n's writing on it.

'Niall.'
That familiar yet insane fluttering of my heart. The smile that comes to my face when she calls my name. The way she says it, brings me —

'Horan.' She concludes, which makes me turn towards her.

'You read it, didn't you?' She asks, her tone hoarse now. Oh no, I'm caught again.
I can feel her cold contempt on me. She's showing no emotions.

'Answer me Niall.'

'Actually, I uh, uh, I actually, uh-'

'You always do this, don't you? You always invade privacy. Don't you understand how hard it is to open up for me? I'm trying, Niall! Gimme some time for god's sake. You're pretending to be so interested in my life that you started reading my diary as well right? That's what you boys are! I trusted you for all wrong reasons?!!'

Wait, what is she saying? I thought that's Lisa's book.

I try to reason, but she doesn't listen, instead she keeps grabbing whatever comes in her way, and then tears start to flow off her eyes.

'Why did you do that Niall?! Why would you read the diary? You're all gonna think I'm an asshole now. You're not gonna trust me any longer—'

I dash forward before she can say anything else, and grab her wrist, coming so close to her that I can inhale the scent of vanilla and brooch.

The drops become heavier and heavier as she stops mid air, clearly surprised by my actions. To be honest, so am I.

Her eyes show a deep blue, something so mysterious, and I can't help but gaze at them. With those tears, her eyes carve into something beautiful, and I can feel her breath as well. But none of us move. She doesn't blink, and nor do I, because I'm clearly lost in her.

I need her in my life.

'Does it look like I think you're an asshole?' I ask, my tone rigid, yet soft. I edge closer by a step. Our breath barely away. I might pass out. My head keeps pounding with all the things around us, but my mind lingers on her.

Her breath becomes deep and steady. She raises her toes, my hand still on hers, and she whispers, 'I don't know what you think about me.'

'That's the whole point. I don't know what to think of you.'

'Huh?'

'Let's leave it for the, best shall we?'

'You make me curios, Horan.'

'And you make me feel different. You invade my mind, and I start losing balance of myself. You make me wanna change myself all the time, Diana.'

Her finger graces my jaw, and I feel the pleasure as she touches it slowly. I let her do whatever she wants.

'Do I?'
She looks so busy in whatever she's Doing.

'Mhmm.'
And then our lips meet. But this time, it's gentle, like honey and sweet. I close my eyes, feeling her all over me,while my hand leaves hers, and grabs her waist instead, lifting her a little off the ground. She wraps her hands around my shirt and back, smiles beneath that kiss.

I smile too.

It was so gentle, yet so passionate.

After breaking apart, we don't still let go. Meticulously she asks me 'what did you read?'

'Hannah.' Is all I say, because it is the truth.
She then looks at me peculiarly, and a question arises in her head.

'What do you mean?'

'That's what I read.'

'You read Lisa's diary?' She asks, and I nod. Her mouth parts and she raises her eyebrows.
'Why didn't you tell me then?'
'If you ever gave me a chance to speak.'
'Oh my god Niall. I'm so so so so sorry. I didn't mean that. I thought you're reading mine. I really —'

'Don't say it.' I mumble. And then I decide to get a little playful.

'If arguing with you leads to this, then I'm gonna argue everyday.'

She laughs, blushing slightly, which I've rarely seen.

'Hitting on your best friend's sister?'
'Hey, you make me sound like a hooker.'

'I sure do.' She says cracking up once again, and I join.

'Why did you write Hannah though?' I ask, because that's a pretty important question.

She suddenly remains silent. A sigh escapes her lips, as she gallops in a low tone,

'She killed him.'

'Wait, really? What the f***?!' I ask, my eyes unable to believe the beautiful woman in front of me. Is that really true? Are we bloody off the case? How dare she kill him. I am gonna rage as thunder on that bitch for making me and the boys suffer, make us feel insecure, make us the bad people, I was gonna —

'Whoa, Niall.' Diana breaths out to me. I look at her.
'You looked , kinda, scary.'

'Is that true, Malik?'

'It is Horan.'

I am about to dash off to that room, but her hand stops me.

'Not now.'
'Why?! Dammit why?'

'I get your frustration Niall, but I just need to confirm one thing about her, and then I'll be sure.'
'You know how much we've been through right?'
'I do.'
'Then let me go!'

'Niall! Will you calm down? I regret Telling that to you now.'
'Okay, I'm sorry.'
'You better be.'

'Can you please make it fast?' I ask, my tension unbelievable. If I don't kill her, my name ain't Niall.

My wrist folds as my hands clutch themselves unbearably, making my veins shiver beneath. Blood and vexation boils in me as I try to control my rage which fits through. I feel tight, as if my whole body is going through something, an understatement to be honest.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy or just cry around yelling at that b***h Hannah.

'But I'll do it tomorrow.' She says in silence, which makes me surprised.

'What the- why on earth?'

'I don't want any suspicions. It should seem like an everyday routine.'
'Seriously?'
'Yeah.'

I sigh. So, how does she expect me to sleep now?

LOUIS POV:
'LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!'

Gosh, I hate it when people utter my full name with a fit at me.

'What?' I ask, uninterested in their conversation.

In fact, I don't even know whose voice that is.

'Come out right now.'

'You come in.' I wail, as I lay on that soft mattress, deep in my resonance.
'I really need you. Come to the investigation room for god's sake.'

Wait, what? Why the hell all they calling me to the room?!

Excitement rushes through me, as I get up as soon as possible. I peer at who the hell gave me that high hopes. It's none other than the Lisa.

'Will you stop staring at me, and come?'
'Umm yeah.'

I pace as fast as possible towards her, and she presses my hand. 'You will be out of it.'

That's it, those words give me a stunned wake, and I smile to the full. This is the first time I've felt happy in so many days.

But as I see the security looking at me, and my adrenaline goes high,I give them a smirk. See people, I could still get out the room, "without" your permission.

'May I go sir?' I ask the blonde one, who seems to get my sarcasm.
He gives me a small egged smile, but I give him a toothy grin.

'Oh god! Come.' Lisa drags me along.
'Aight, miss.' I bow.

I dunno. I've gone crazy.

I skim along the floor, gliding over each railing as I pass by, smiling and humming to myself.
I feel surreal.

But my breath stops as I hear something I've never before.
The laughter of someone familiar.

The smell of familiar Dior perfume. The light laughter of a maiden.

Eleanor.

My lips uplift, as she spots me at the entrance and looks through her wide lashes.
'Louis.'

The way she says my name sounds so beautiful, the way water ripples when a leaf falls. (Umm, that's weird, to be frank)

Even the boring dull brown room lit up in her presence. I also take her name in the most cautious manner as possible. 'Eleanor, how have you been?'

'I'm...good. And what bout you?'
'Never been better.'

'I can understand' she says, and my face beams. Did she get what I'm saying? Does that mean?
'You've been out of a case, so it must be good for you.'

Ok, she didn't get it. I meant something else entirely. However, I nod.

LIAM POV:
Alright, I was genuinely surprised when Harry came about, edging on my window sill. And I even more surprised that I enjoyed that uncomfortable silence, while sitting across him. I smiles to myself the whole time, for seeing each other after ages, and trying to get to normalcy. I've been through a lot of dark times, all of us have, but I think it's the way of coming back together.

I was ventured out when he told me that he broke up with Adeline Ruth. Trust me, I had few problems with her, but I didn't want him to lose love because of our opinions. He told me that he was happy breaking up, and he understood that she was being advantageous. I deep- breathed when he told us we were his best friends, and he apologized.

'Adeline wasn't someone who really wanted me to love her. She just wanted fame.'

That line really made me feel that our youngest member grew up.

But after that, a security opens the door, making me jump in air, and I plead for Harry not to be seen.
'Sir, you have been asked to come to the investigation room.'

Wait, this is suspicious. At this time of the night, in an investigation room? Why? My breath clauses as I think of the possibilities. Tomorrow is the last day, and we are supposed to present ourselves. More like Lisa and Mayne will. But what if they didn't find out who it is? What if—

My thoughts are interrupted by the blonde security once more. 'Sir, if you may.'

'Uh, uh yeah. Sure.' I say and by the time I turn around, Harry's gone. Maybe he wants to go to his room, so that he doesn't seem suspicious. I trot along, watching every step cautiously.

I just hope we succeed in whatever we are doing so far. But as soon as I reach there, I see something unbelievable. Those rusty old mats give my shoes a weird texture. I keep walking, sidelined my greetings and hugs from Zayn. We proceed together, having the same thing in mind.

Zayn tells me how Lisa barged into his room and what new chaos was created. I hold the railing as we enter the room, milk fresh memories in my head. But what captivates me is that y/n looks worried. And I don't know why.

But suddenly—

Niall bends on his knee and says 'Will you be my girlfriend?' To y/n Malik.