Inside the castle walls (Zouis)

Decoli (Chapter 16)

Okay, this ended up being pretty horrible, BUT you can't blame me because it's the first time I've wrote in like... two weeks I think? Yeah. I was sooooooooooo busy that you can't even imagina and I had literally no time. So that's why I've been gone for so long. But I'm back, fresher than ever. My writing's a bit rusty, like I said in the beginning, but I do hope that you enjoy it! :)

Oh, and sorry about what happenes in this chapter! I hadn't planned on doing it. And especially not this early in the story. But I had to. SORRY GUYS!

(by the way, if you have a prompt for this story, please let me know. Then this story will be longer than it would be if I'd do it with my own mind. I have too many ideas to come up with in the other stories, and it's hard to keep things fresh. So, yeah, a prompt would be amazing)

AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A DEDICATION IN THIS CHAPTER OR IN UPCOMING CHAPTERS OR IN OTHER STORIES OR WHATEVER! I NEED TO START DEDICATING MORE!

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                                         Louis’ POV

  The second I woke up I knew there was something different. I definitely wasn’t in my bed. But of course I realized later that I hadn’t been in my bed for about two weeks, having slept on a mattress in the middle of a unknown cave on this shit of an island.

  At first I couldn’t help but smile and cuddle further onto whatever I was on, trying to enjoy the moment while it was there. But while I was completely happy about this whole new luxury of mine I couldn’t quite let myself get too happy about this all. I had no idea where I was or what I was on.

  So I forcefully opened my eyes, almost crying out of happiness when I realized that it was dark and no sun was there to disturb me -but it had, after all, been that way for the half month I had been at this place, so it shouldn’t really have been such a surprise to me. But something was not like what I had become familiar with. This place was so dark that I didn’t see anything, literally. Nothing. And the air was reeking with the smell of smoke, getting it’s way to my nose in a very unpleasant way. I made a small sound of discomfort, feeling a bit airless in there, and I couldn’t help but cough and put my hand on my nose in attempt to cover it from the stink.

  “Don’t move.” a calming voice said from below me, and I almost let out a loud scream of shock before there was suddenly a hand -not mine- covering my mouth.

  I was too busy freaking out to even wonder who’s voice it was, and instead of doing the logical thing which would’ve been relaxing and waiting for the person to release it’s hand, I started fighting back and trying to move in any way. Either roll away or hit whoever person was below me. But the grip that was had on my was just way too strong.

  “I said don’t move.” the voice whispered in a tone as low as it could possibly get, and I -still too dumb to at least try to realize who this person was- decided that this all was definitely not good. “Stay as still as you possibly can.”

  This time I listened. There was no point in fighting back when I knew that this person was obviously much stronger then I was. But that wasn’t the only reason I decided to shut up. There was something else there. The tone of the person’s voice was just too quiet and cautious. Like they were somewhat desperate and even afraid, or were looking straight into the eyes of a murderer.

  I could feel a hand coming to the back of my head, slowly -and gently- pushing it down, and I couldn’t do anything but hesitatingly obey, moving with it. The other hand was slowly removed from my mouth, but before it was completely moved away one finger was lain across my lips, ushering me even further to keep quiet. I nodded, feeling like that was the only way I could prove that I would keep it shut, and with that the person ushered my head even further down, suddenly letting it come in contact with soft and warm skin. I closed my eyes quickly, taking in the comfortable feeling, and inhaled deeply. As soon as I did I almost cried from happiness again, the familiar smell of Zayn clouding up my nose. Zayn. Of course.