"You guys are like the breakfast club of organized crime," I commented, rolling my eyes and tugging at my restraints.
There was a flash of anger and irritation on Liam's face. I knew he was probably deciding in his head which way to kill me. "What t...
The look on Harry's face was one of confusion. Zayn and I maintained worried eye contact while I stayed in my seat. We all remained in silence until finally, my ringtone went quiet. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, standing up. The pain in my ankle was almost unbearable now that it was the morning after my injury. I almost slipped in the shower trying to keep my weight off it. I'm not usually one to go to the doctor, but I was worried that something was actually wrong with it.
"I need to call him back," I said, trying to ignore the throbbing.
"I don't know about that-" Zayn started to say.
"No, she's right, she was going to do it earlier with Louis. If she just drops off the face of the earth, she could end up as a missing person. We need her to be as unrecognizable as possible," Harry explained. Zayn just nodded his head, retreating back into the room but still holding the door open.
We walked in, or rather, Harry walked and I limped. I hated looking weak but it hurt so fucking bad.
"You're limping," I heard Zayn say. When I looked at him, his eyebrows were furrowed.
I sighed before explaining. "Yeah, uh... After you jumped off the balcony yesterday, I did it too."
"That's badass. And sexy," I heard Louis say from the bed. We both ignored him.
"Why would you do that?"
"I thought maybe I could catch up to you and convince you not to run," I shrugged. It felt foolish admitting it out loud.
"But why," he asked, frowning now. "I told you to stay in my cell." I could feel Harry's eyes watching us closely.
"You should've known I would never stay back and hide, Zayn." I said softly. This was my first time to use his first name not out of anger. "That was not the first prison riot I've ever been apart of, I know what happens to most inmates after them. They get hurt, or they get caught and end up with an even longer sentence." I looked deep into his eyes as I spoke my next words so he would know that I meant them. "I never wanted that for you."
He looked shocked at my sincerity. "I guess I'm the village idiot though, because now look at us," I said, gesturing my hands around the room. "You fucking kidnapped me." I meant it more as a joke, but he looked ashamed and almost... hurt? "Don't look at me like that. I'm allowed to make jokes about it to cope."
The corner of his mouth went up in the tiniest of smiles, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You should call Azoff," he said quietly. I nodded and turned toward the desk where Harry had sat my phone down after Louis gave it to him. I placed the carton of cigarettes down, along with Harry's lighter and individual pack I had just opened outside.
I walked over to the bed where Louis was laying down on his stomach, feet kicked up in the air as he swung them back and forth. I noticed he had his own lighter that he was playing with. He would light it and then run his fingers through the flame slowly, but still quick enough that it wouldn't burn him.
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