Michael
I knew Zayn was crazy, but not this crazy.
"Zayn, please put the gun down and we can talk about this." I said calmly.
"No, you wanted to choose him over me! I'm suppose to be carrying those babies and you're suppose to marry me."
"Zayn.." I started, before taking a deep breath. "Zayn, we haven't been together for two years. I moved on, why didn't you do the same?"
"Because I fucking love you, don't you get it?! I don't wanna move on, because all I want is you!" He said, tears in his eyes. "So it's either you break up with him right now, or I'll shoot him right in the middle of his forehead." He said, slowly pointing the gun at Luke.
"Zayn, stop this, you're going too far-"
"I don't care, I fucking love you! And if it has to be this way, then it will!"
I looked in the corner of my eye and saw Ashton, peeking his head out of the door. When Zayn wasn't looking, I did the hand gesture to Ashton to call the police. Ashton quickly nodded and shut the door quietly.
I looked back at Zayn, who was now sitting next to Luke, twirling pieces of his hair.
"Such a pretty little blonde." Zayn said to Luke. I look over at Luke and he looked like he was ready to bust out in tears at any minute.
"Remember when I dyed the strip of blonde in my hair for you, Michael? All because you told me you were more into blondes than brunettes?" He said, twirling more of Luke's hair, then pulled it, causing Luke to hiss in pain. "I fucking hated that blonde strip, it made me look even more like a flamboyant gay." He said, before shoving his head away.
"Zayn, leave him out of this, he has nothing to do with this."
"He was talking all of that shit on the phone, so yes, he's involved now." He said, playing with the gun.
At this point, I didn't know what to do, other than pray to god that the police get here as fast as possible.
"I've always wondered what our babies would look like." Zayn said, drawing circles with the gun on Luke's baby bump. "I imagined them to look like me, but with your bright green eyes and your smile." He said, looking up at Luke. "You're one lucky bitch, blondie, but you won't be lucky for long." He said, before getting up and pointing the gun at Luke.
"Zayn, no! Please stop this, please!" I begged, tears in my eyes now. "Please just stop, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you!"
"Break up with him, right now!" He shouted. "Do it or you can say goodbye to all three of them!"
"Fine, we're breaking up! We're done! Now can you stop this?!" I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
He looked at me, then at Luke, then me again, and then Luke again. He still had the gun pointed at Luke, but backed up a bit.
"Pack up your shit and get out." Zayn said in an eerily calm voice. "You have five minutes, starting now." He added. Luke got up and ran to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Suddenly, Zayn went from this ball of rage, to this ball of sunshine in just seconds.
"Now we can be together forever, baby." He said, putting the gun down and walking towards me to hug me.
"I've waited two years for this, now I can be the one to carry your babies and soon become your husband." He said.
The whole time, I was mentally throwing up, because I don't want Zayn, I want Luke.
"I'll be the best husband ever. I'll cook, clean, take care of our babies, give you sex every single night, whatever you want, baby."
Ugh, just the way he said 'baby' made me cringe and wanna throw up.
Two minutes later, all that's heard is a bang on the door.
"Open up, its the police!" I heard, sighing in relief. But that worry just came back, when I saw Zayn grab the gun again.
"He called the police on me?! He's dead!" He said, before making a run for it down the hallway.
Before I could even think, I tackled Zayn to the floor, trying to grab the gun from him. I managed to get on top of him and straddle him. Both of us were now playing tug of war with the gun.
"Get off of me! He has to die!" Zayn screamed.
"No one needs to die, Zayn! We could've talked about this, now the police are involved!" I said, getting a grip on the barrel of the gun.
"He needs to die in order for us to be together! He doesn't even know what love is yet!"
"Well I do, and it sure as hell is not with you!" I screamed, the anger in me finally starting to come out of me.
Before I knew it, I'm the one on the floor, with Zayn on top of me and the gun at pointing at my head.
"I'm gonna give you three seconds to take that back." He started.
"One.."
His finger was on the trigger.
"Two.."
His finger is squeezing he trigger.
"Three!"
BANG!
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Wow, this was insane.
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-Apryle ❤