Love Me Till The End ✔️

Chapter Twelve

Liam Payne

"Do you like him?" Louis asked as soon as the door shut closed.

I blushed and chewed on my lip looking down at my folded hands that sat upon my lap as I still lay on the hospital bed. My heart stutters as Harry and Louis just previously walked in on Zayn and I all cuddled on the bed. My natural instinct was quickly withdrawing from him but Zayn only held me tighter and went as much as to place the gentlest peppered kiss on my temple. Though it left an overflowing amount of sparks, I was left shying away knowing Louis and Harry were right in the room.

Now Louis sat beside me in the chair that Zayn was in previously and his expression showed how serious he was. I was truly nervous to respond but I didn't want to lie to him but at the same time I was still unsure on how I really felt. This was really new to me and I had never experienced anything like this before.

"Boo," he said once more snapping me out of my thoughts and I squirmed knowing he wanted answers.

"I-I don't know. I mean I get this weird feeling in my t-tummy and I get happy inside and I l-like being around him and I like his k-kisses," my face was scarlet by the end of my rambling and I was even more unsure of myself.

I twiddled with my fingers, my bottom lip being chewed on harshly as habit. Louis didn't say anything and I was left even more nervous than I was in the beginning. I wasn't completely sure if what I was feeling meant I liked Zayn but from my studies of human interaction and all the Seventeen magazines I binge read, I was pretty certain I possibly did and it made me feel nervous knowing that I could potentially like Zayn when I wasn't even sure if I was gay. Then again, Zayn said he wasn't gay but he wanted me so what did that mean?

"You like him," he said after a while and I didn't deny his claim.

I look up at him after a while hesitantly and he leans close to me, near my face and I became uncomfortable with the proximity and shuffled in my spot. A gentle smile came onto his face as he reached an arm up and began to ruffle my hair, causing me to squeak and shoo his hand away.

"I knew you were gay," he laughed to himself and I blushed.

"I didn't s-say that!" I tried to deny it but Louis was back to being playful and he leaned back into the seat laughing.

"But if Zayn kissed you and did a shit load of couple stuff with you, you'd love it now wouldn't you?" Louis arched a brow already knowing the answer.

"Shut up," I mumbled with a blush, looking away in embarrassment.

Just knowing that what he said had me feeling happy was enough for me to know how I feel. I looked back up at Louis as his happy mood dropped and he looked as if he were in thought.

"Boo, you realize that this isn't a hospital but a house—scratch that, mansion that literally has a hospital facility within it," he looked at me and my expression showed shock.

"I don't understand," I sit up in the bed and groan softly at the strain in my abdomen.

He notices my pain and grabs a medicine bottle and taps out two of the same pills Zayn had gave me and hands them to me giving me the bottle of water on the table stand beside me as-well.

"Boo, I have a theory about Zayn and Harry that you may or may not believe me when I say it," Louis eyed me warily gauging my reaction.

I swallowed the last pill as he said this and took a large gulp of water to sooth the anxiety that was building up from the way he was speaking.

"I want to hear it," I tried to sound sound firm but I was nervous.

He knew this and lagged to say anything before he opened his mouth once more.

"Are you sure?" He asks me, his eyes hesitant.

"I should know shouldn't I? I mean...I-I like Zayn so I should know," I blushed lightly insistent on hearing what Louis had to say.

Louis understood and nodded before opening his mouth to tell me.

"I know this may sound crazy but I think Zayn and Harry are apart of a cult or at-least apart of some gang. If you saw how insanely huge this house was and how bloodied up Zayn left those guys who hurt you, it all would make sense. I-I also did some snooping around and you will not believe what I found, Boo. They had a room filled with weapons not only weapons but bottled poison things that I don't even know what the hell they are but they didn't look legal," Louis ranted not pausing in the least.

"Geez Boo, and I ran into dozens of people and they all gaze at me this look that was weird and this one girl just growled at me as if she was dog...just like how Harry and Zayn do," he sounded confused shaking his head and sighing but looking back up at me,"I think Harry and Zayn are dangerous."

I was blank and unsure of what to really think or do or say. I just wasn't reacting as I stared at Louis who awaited my reaction. I sat there blankly for a good minute or four before I blinked slowly and thats when it came to me in waves altogether. My heart rate sped up and my breathing became heavy and I felt my lungs constricting making it hard for me to breath. I tried to remember my breathing exercises but my brain was scattered with thoughts that weren't merging into one coherent one.

I began breathing aloud, trying to allow air to travel down so I wouldn't feel so choked but it was hard. I shut my eyes tightly willing myself to not have a panic attack especially not with Louis in the room to witness the act.

I just couldn't believe all of what Louis had told me but at the same time I knew he wouldn't lie to me about something like this. There was no way he'd make something like this up. What would he have gained? Or maybe he has misunderstood what he had saw and was led to the wrong conclusion. Weapons? Had Louis really seen a room full of weapons and poisons? I racked my brain trying to fine a rational idea for why they could possibly have those things here.

Why did they have there very own hospital center? I recalled all the times Zayn growled and I remember passing off one of his animalistic growls as a ringtone but now I realize I could only uphold that lie for a while now.

"M-maybe your m-misunderstanding," I stuttered after I had calmed myself.

"I wish," Louis said at first, "but everything I've seen leads to me thinking their in a cult or a gang."

I didn't want to believe it, it was truly hard to. Zayn was intimidating, cold and ruthless and he was extremely strong and it seemed like he used violence as his answer the majority of the time. But was he really associated with something as dangerous and illegal as a gang?

"M-maybe we should a-ask—"

"Boo are you insane?!" He shrieked and I closed my mouth instantly, my teeth nibbling on my bottom lip,"do you know what people in gangs do to people who aren't supposed to know about them?"

I shook my head meekly awaiting a reply with nervousness bubbling within me.

"They get rid of them and by get rid of them I mean—" he paused his words to slice his finger across his neck gesturing a killing motion.

I shook my head defiantly because for some reason I couldn't believe Zayn would kill me nor would he hurt me. Then I backtracked thinking maybe I was too trusting but there was still a nagging feeling that he wasn't quite right but logically with all the evidence he's pulled, it made sense.

"Z-Zayn wouldn't kill me," I said.

"You don't know that," Louis argued back.

I was still heavily unsure and I was shuffling in my seat because of it.

"Boo," I look at him,"they're dangerous and it's best to stay away."

How true was that really?