Hi guys. So, I'm sad, but happy to announce that this is the last chapter.
Before you say anything, I will be starting another book, a sequel. Most likely tonight or tomorrow.
I really want you guys to vote for what the second book name will be! Please vote!
Here are the book names:
• Taken 2
• Revenge
• Alive
• Weights
• Controlled <~ My favorite. (;
All I can tell you about the sequel is that Zayn is pissed, sexually frustrated, and pissed. He's set out for a mission, and nothing will get in his way. He's stronger than ever now, anybody should be afraid.
PLEASE PLEASE, vote for which book title you would like! All you have to do is comment which title is your absolute favorite!
I will also have a huge announcement after this chapter with another short "Ending Paragraph" so be sure to stay behind and read that too!
I love you all, so much.
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Amber
"Liam." I mutter, bent down by the chair that Liam happened to have fallen asleep in. He grunts, turning his head away from me. I sigh loudly.
"Just let him sleep." Harrys raspy voice croaks by the chairs, horizontal from Louis' hospital bed.
I purse my lips and nod my head. He's right, these boys have had a, horrible day and night. My heart aches thinking about it all. I want revenge. I want Matt dead and his 'team' too. I will snap all their necks and burn them in a pile.
Breathing heavily, I clear my head. Just stop Amber, stop thinking like this. It's not good for you, nor is it helping anyone else. Getting up, I walk over to the chair next to Harry. I plop down next to him and he adjusts himself slightly.
"Do you think the doctors will notice you're not in your hospital room?" Harry forces a chuckle.
Oh shit.
"I guess I forgot about that." I let out a slight laugh and look down. "I'm not in the condition they are." I say pointing to all the boys. "So I think I'll be fine." I mutter, playing with my ripped, torn dress.
Harry purses his lips and nods. He's slouched down, neck at the back of the chair, with his hands folded and ankles crossed. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. I can't help but stare at him, so scuffed up, jawline fixed with dirt up to his forehead, sweat lines drawn in the muck of dust at his temples. His neck strained with muscles and shirt stained with sweat and dirt.
"You all right?" He peeps an eye open.
I sniff and quickly look down.
"Yeah, you're just a bit dirty." I start to play with the hem of my dress again. He caught me staring at him. How embarrassing.
"Only for you Amber." I quickly look over, and he's smirking. I've missed his cocky personality. And I have a feeling it won't be going away for awhile.
Getting up, I start to walk over to Niall. Harrys footsteps follow. Peeking past the curtain, Niall is curled up, chocolate around his mouth and a pink teddy bear strangled in his arms. Snoring slightly, he twitches.
"He's so adorable, isn't he?" Liam's loud voice makes me jump back into his arms. Closing my eyes, I breath loudly.
"I thought you were Harry." I laugh.
I peek over Liam's side, and notice that Harry is already somewhat sleeping, gelled out in the chair. He must have been tired, probably waiting for his turn to sleep. I almost feel bad for the boy.
I'll have to wake him back up, so he doesn't miss Louis waking up.
"No, not Harry." He forces a chuckle. Prying me off his chest. I pat myself down and turn to Niall. His sleepy eyes look so heavy, he looks so warm and happy. I start to smile.
"He's never looked this peaceful." Liam smiles warmly, stroking Nialls calf.
Niall pulls his leg to his bum and groans. I smile and step back, Liam does the same. "Are you, I mean, are you like, okay?" I stutter my words out.
"I'm fine." He smiles, rubbing my arm. I hear a beeping start to speed up, and my eyes widen. Walking fast over to Louis, I see his tired eyes open, staring at Harry. His heart sped up, watching Harry sleep. I smile warmly and walk over to him. Excitement raids my body.
"Hi." I touch his shoulder. He winces a bit at the touch, but smoothly falls into comfort.
"Hi." He smiles. This is the first smile I've ever really seen him 'not force'. It's warm, and beautiful.
"Okay so." I clear my throat. "Harry wanted to be here when you woke up, but as you can see," I point to Harry. "he's asleep. So, can you pretend to be sleeping and you know- kinda just, wake up." I smile big.
Louis stares at me a bit, with a gleam in his eye. "Sure." He smiles. Louis would do anything to make Harry happy, I know that for sure. Only because I see it in Zayn and Liam too.
"Okay good good good." I jump. I force my finger to my mouth, making a 'shush' sound.
Walking over to Harry, I pat his shoulder.
"Harry." I whisper. He grunts and slaps my hand away. "It's Louis." He awakens fast, as if being dead for 3000 years. I quickly look at Louis and a smile appears slightly, yet his eyes still closed. I stop a smile and watch as Harry runs to Louis, tripping over everything that is in his way, his eyes fixed on Louis' face.
Louis fakes a groan, rolling over. "Harry?" He croaks. Damn, this guy deserves an oscar.
"Hi Louis." Harry chirp happily. "How was your slumber?" He examines every inch of Louis, smiling widely, face bright.
"Liam and I are going to go check on Zayn." I whisper in Harrys ear. Harry nods carelessly and continues his conversation with Louis.
Grabbing Liam's hand, I drag him out into the hall, shutting the hospital door behind me slowly and quietly.
"What are you doing?" Liam follows stubbornly behind me.
"We are going back to go check on Zayn." I smile.
"Is he okay did he-"
"He moved his finger Liam. He's okay." I interrupt and smile brightly, almost jogging to Zayns room. Liam's lips pull up into a tight smile.
Finally we make it to the door. I look at the tablet next to the door. The doctor signed out already, meaning he left Zayn for Liam and I. Pushing the door open, I hear the horrendous beeping of the horrible machine. The breathing mask is still covering Zayns nose and mouth. The IV is still in. I look back at Liam, and he has a frown on his face.
"It's okay Liam." I pat his back. "Go talk to him."
"But he's-"
"Just do it!" I shove him forcefully into the side of Zayns hospital bed. Liam rubs his arm nervously, sitting in the chair next to Zayn.
"H-hi Zayn." He smiles, setting his hand on Zayns. "L-look I um-" Liam looks back at me and I hold my position, crossing my arms. Letting him know that he's not getting out of this. He grunts and looks back at Zayn. "I'm sorry this happened, I mean, I wish I could've done something I just- we were surprise attacked and it's not your fault. We will get the revenge that we want, I promise you. I'll rip up Matt limb from limb if that's what it takes to make you happy, at least I can try before Amber does." He chuckles nervously.
At that time the heart monitor skipped a beat. I inch forward, dropping my arms to my sides. The heart monitor starts to speed up now and Liam stands up quickly, making the chair fly back.
"Amber-"
"Sh!" I grab Liam's wrist.
With every step I take I can feel my anxiety rise. My heart is pumping and my mind is racing. It's too soon, the doctor said he wouldn't wake up for awhile this is way too soon. My hands become sweaty and I take more and more slow, agonizing steps forward. Liam's breath becomes heavy and I hold mine. With a sudden whisper, I make an urge.
"Zayn?"
Zayns eyes flare open, full of anger.
