Maybe in Another World

Chapter 2

Been Forever since I tried writing. I honestly am more of a reader but sometimes books just don't go the right way or at last the way I wanted them to go. I apologize in advance for my sucky writing and my English. (It's my 3rd Language)

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Chapter 2

Niall POV

"So, What do you think?" I asked as soon as we got in the car.

"I honestly don't know" he sighs while pulling out of the parking lot. "How did Eleanor and them get to close" He asked after a moment of silence.

"That's what I'm wondering...I always thought El and Dani had a thing for each other" I said looking through the files Paul gave us.

Harry chuckles then nods and says "So let me hear all about these West side boyz"

"The youngest one is Liam James Payne. he was born on August 29,1993 at 1:00pm at Royal Wolverhampton Hospital in Wolverhamton,England. He has brown eyes, Brown hair and is 5'11.  Apparently met Zayn and Louis in high school and a year after they met they just dropped out. It's a shame too. He was a straight A student and had a full ride scholarship because of track.  There is a note beside his face that say don't underestimate him." I read off before flipping to the next page.

"Sounds like he just got mixed with the wrong crowd" Harry says before glancing at me.

I hum in agreement before reading off the next one "Zayn Jawaard Malik, born on January 12,1993 at 10:00 am at Bradford Hospital in Bradford, England.  He has Brown hair, Black hair and is also 5'11. He met Louis in Kindergarten and have been partners in crime ever since. He is Muslim and apparently his parents kicked them out of the house in 2007 and he went to go live with Louis. Apparently he is addicted to smoking and always as a pack on him. He was almost charged with almost killing a boy at his local high school but for some reason the family dropped the charges"

"Well, he sounds friendly'' Harry mutters shaking his head a little.

"He may not be friendly but everybody says he a real pretty boy" I say while glancing at his picture. 

"Alright, let's hear the last one" Harry says sighing a little.

"The Oldest one, Louis William Tomlinson, born on December 24,1991 at1:47pm at Doncaster Royal infirmary. He has Brown hair and blue eyes and is 5'9. Louis is known as The Leader of the three. HE keeps a gun in his right pocket at all times. When he was 12 he shot his dad but got away with it in claim of self-defense. Mom also confirms it was self-defense. He owns a club on 6th avenue called Magic. In 2007, Louis and Zayn Bought a flat of there own. Liam moved in with them in 2009. The neighbors claim that the three are never home so it is believed that the live in another flat under a fake names." I say before glancing at all the picture of them.

"So they work alone? No backup? Just the three of them?" He asked, lips pushed together in a tight line before running his fingers through his hair.

I shrug and begin looking through the papers trying to find anything. "ah it says here that they work with some gangs down south of London but prefer to work alone"

He slowly nods his head then begins to tap his finger on the wheel. "It still makes no sense if they like to work alone then why were they at Daley's? What do they need so much help on that they would go to him. I mean Tom isn't exactly the nicest person in the world." Harry says while pulling into the drive way.

I shrug while putting all the papers back in the file. "Something big I can tell you that. Do you want me to call Perrie and see what she got on them when they were working the case?" I asked grabbing my phone from my back pocket.

Harry shakes his head. "No, If they were so close that Paul had to take them off the case there is a good chance that they are still in contact with them."

"Good Point, but you know what that means right?" I asked smirking a little.

He Flashes a smile back and say "Lets go Clubbing" before running upstairs to get dressed.

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 I'm a Bad Writer but hey might as well. I'm Bored. Oh and Skittles I hate you.