Louis POV:
Well today started off as an awfully good day.
That was until, Harry spilt coffee on me.
My eyes were closed and if you didn't notice the rise and fall of my chest you would've thought i was dead. That's pretty much how I felt. The only things that kept me alive was the band and Harry. Being encased in his arms just meant the world to me. It was my world. I was bored so i began humming I'm yours.
"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back."
Harry stood in the door frame, with two steaming cups of coffee and wearing clean clothes. You could tell he'd just had a shower, there was water dripping from his Curls onto his T-shirt. Leaving dark sploches where the water landed. He opened his mouth and that melodic voice of his flowed out.
"But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me. Open up your plans and damn you're free. Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love."
I smiled, not one of those right across your face smiles, but a happy at peace smile. Harry stood there for a few minutes staring at me. I was kinda getting worried. I got out of the bed and walked over, until I was a few inches in front of him.
"Harry" he just continued to stare "Hello, earth, to Harry. Come in Harry?" He dropped the coffee and lunged himself at me. But with the cups of coffee in between us, they went right down the middle of my new T-shirt. And soaked through in a matter of seconds. I thought this was supposed to...
"HOT COFFEE!!" Goldfish moment. Mother of bleepin' jesus of santa barbara of jesse bleepin'...
"Oh my god! Louis! I am so sorry!" I was hopping from foot to foot. Which puzzled me as it was my chest not feet that were hurting... I stripped off my shirt quickly. There was a huge, raw red patch on my chest. It was not a pretty sight, I warn you now.
I groaned and looked over at harry. Who looked transfixed and slightly worried about my chest. It was an underestimatement to say he was gawking. He had a raised eyebrow and a strange glint in his eye. I rolled my eyes. If he's thinking about my muscles whilst I'm burning I will shave off his curls and stick 'em up his ass (don't hate me, I'm just evil like that CX). I walked out of the door, whistling to no particular tune. I went back to the door to find his eyebrow twitching and his mouth opening and closing. I smirked and carried on my journey to the showers.
I walked back in after half an hour in a freezing cold shower, it was like red hot pokers, but cold. Hot being the operative word. Harry was sitting there shirt less. His abs just poking through. I followed the contours of his chest. Going lower and lower, until I reached... Hehe, you dirty pervert. He had a large tent in his trousers.
"Oh hazzabear! You got a 'lil'' problem." I sing songed and winked. I have a feeling he was trying t make it obvious. Which, in my opinion, it was and was so very stupid.
"Oh boo-bear, what ever could you mean?" He put on an innocent voice and a confuse expression. I rolled my eyes. That's when I noticed it. There was blood seeping through his bandages. And a pale sheen of sweat on his skin.
I choked. How had I not noticed this? No. No. No this can't be happening. I ran to the hospital bed.
"Lou. Louis what-" I pressed the button just as I heard a body hit the floor. The nurse busted in.
"What? What is... Oh my god! Why didn't you buzz earlier!?" My baby, my poor hazza. He was on the floor, slightly snoring. But so pale. His breath was so far apart. And so vicious.
"Get him on the bed. I'll get the doctor." Her welsh accent was making it hard. But I understood it. Just enough to get my poor baby on the bed.
He's lost weight. And lots of it. He must not be eating that hospital food. I moaned, realising I'd have to go buy him mcdonalds every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. I bought the duvet over him, laying it across his body and laying it just under his neck line. Don't want him suffocating. It would be easier, if he was awake, though. My eyes were drooping I was so tired. It was only 10:36 as well. To be fair, we did have a late night. Or morning, should I say? Well I guess the best thing I can do now is wait. I need to be in good health when harry comes around.
...
If harry comes around.
Zayn's POV:
Those bastards. They'll be lucky enough if they can make it out alive. Bet you're wondering what I did. Well at the moment I'm pissed off, but also quite pleased with myself. You see that base, because it holds all of our important files and "artifacts", if the police or FBI (I know) came looking, we'd have away to get rid of it all. Guessed yet? No?
Self-destruct.
It is really stereo-typical. But it's life. Soon their's shall be taken.
"Muhahaha-" I spluttered off into a cough. Bloody fly's around this place. Their like our fans. Attracted, and annoying (no offence meant, just for the story).
I ran my hands through my pocket, searching for it. Ah! I pulled it out, unwrapped it and stuck it in my gob. Yummy! It's a lolly by the way, vanilla flavoured. Plain and yet so very tasty, just the way I like it. It occurred to me, that not many people enjoy the flavour. Vanilla. But it's like the icing on the cake. It's the mother of all ice-creams. Don't you think so? Well if not, suck on it.
Any who, bomb. I'd pressed the 'red' button. To set the timer off. Blow them all to hell. I just didn't want them messing with my Liam. He couldn't know. What background I was from. Some people see me as the deep mysterious guy, or the vein, good lucking player. Truth is I'm neither, I'm just your typical bradford bad boi. I live life on the edge. And do it all for fun. Always. My motto was more or less yolo. Because, it's true. I want to be free, to be able to be who ever I can be or who ever I am.
What really gets on my nerves, is when I do something great, they congratulate me. Which is yay, but when I do something, just a little bad, I get tons of hate. I'm a normal guy, with feelings. No it may not be the smartest, but you don't see other guys getting this amount of attention, fans or hate. Plus people say they know, they understand. Bull. Sorry guys, but you don't.
The reason I joined this gang, just after the X-factor, was because I was scared I'd be so wrapped up in the fame and stardom, I'd loose who I really am. These guys helped me understand. It only helped for a little while though, soon I was called in more often. Then one day I over heard flash talking to Olly at how I was only a puppet. And guess what? It hurt. Because I was being used. And I'm scared that, everyday people are just using me.
Now these guys have crossed a line with liam. It's curtains for them. I smirked. Getting in the car. Riley had supplied for me, which I was supposed to drop off near the house, not too near, but near enough.
7 minutes left.
I but my foot on the gas and high tailed on out of there. God it feels good to be free again. I turned on the radio. Karmin, broken hearted. As I was cruising down these country roads, at half eleven at night, whistling and occasionally screaming out lyrics, I came through a forest. I bent forward and eyed the sat nav.
Turn right next 100 yards.
100 yards later.
I turned and there was a car. Headlights and everything on. I read the registration plate. Holy shit balls! That's mine and Liam's car. I stopped. The car coming to an almighty halt. Almost making me going through the windscreen, thank the lord for whoever invented seat belts. I love you, hehe.
I wrenched open the door. Bursting out, not bothering to close the door. I stood near the bonnet of our car. Squinting out, scanning for movement in the darkness.
"LIAM!!"
Silence.
This is kind of worrying. Why have I not checked in the car? You dim wit.
3 minutes
I rushed over the side and cupped my hands to the glass. There was some sort of vague shape in there. So I banged on the window. The shape turned. And appeared to be looking at me.
2 minutes
It lifted itself up, using, what I thought were arms, for lever and balance. The head appeared. Sighed, letting out relief aa breath I hadn't realised I had been holding in. It was intact Liam. He looked pissed, and he was glaring at me. Shoot, what did I?
1 minute.
I left him. Oh dear.
"Zayn Jawaad Malik. How nice of you to join me." His voice was slightly muffled, the glass being so thick, but I could still understand what he said to me. He unlocked the car and climbed out. Standing still, and closing the door. Placing his hands on his hips. Cocking them to one side.
"You have some explaining to do."
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Sorry it took so long to upload! School, first week back, it was hectic. So who watched the VMAs? It was epic! CX lol 1D were epic. :3 if anybody reading this, went then you are one lucky sod ;)
I don't know when I'll upload again. Could be a few days- a week. I'll try faster then that. But that's what you can expect.
Ima go now. Bya!!
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