Styles Boys

Twist

 Zayn's POV

 Yesterday we made a plan.
A plan to take down Simon and The Wanted.
We came up with a plan B just in case though. 

 But today, everyone is just trying to train themselves and work on their powers in Louis' huge basement. 

I don't really have to improve my powers though because they're not defensive. So while Louis was trying to get Niall to control his emotions for a longer amount of time, and Marcel was lifting larger things with his telekinesis, I was trying to learn hand-to-hand combat with Liam. 

It's a horrible idea because Liam is huge and literally has super strength and I'm tiny and not strong. 

 My back slammed on the ground for the fourth time. "Come on Zayn! You have to get this right!" Liam yelled. I sat up and glared at him. He rolled his eyes and turned around in frustration. I stood up, completely pissed. 

 I ran at him and pushed him to the ground. He landed on his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder at me. He was scowling at me, a face he's never made at me. 

He slowly rose from the ground, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Liam." 

He grabbed me by the back of my hair and yanked me into and rough kiss. I squeaked at the force. His action definitely surprised me. He kept my body pressed against his until I relaxed into his touch. We didn't move, happy with how we were. 

 Liam pulled away and mumbled, "Your technique sucks, babe. I'm just trying to help. If you aren't able to keep me down, then you'll have no chance with them. You might think that training hurts, but trust me, they won't hesitate to actually hurt you. To kill you."

 I nodded slowly and stared at the ground, "I know, Liam. And I'm sorry but I'm not like you! I'm not a fighter and I can't do this! I'm trying, for you! I love you so much, but... right now, I think I just want to be alone. Sorry." I headed upstairs to the main house and sat on the couch in the living room. 

 After only ten minutes, Louis entered the living room. He came over to me and sat really close. "Hey Zayn! How are you doing?" I raise an eyebrow at his strange enthusiastic voice. 

 "Um, well I guess fine. But Liam is a little upset, I kind of suck at fighting..." He pouts and somehow moves closer than he already was. 

 "That's not good Zayn... I think you just need a real man in your life," He lifts my chin with his finger to make eye contact. "You need someone who will care for you and tell you it's okay not to fight. Someone as pretty as you shouldn't have to fight..." He leaned forward, ignoring my wide eyes and fast breathing. He softly pushes his lips onto mine. 

 I start freaking out as he pushes his tongue between my lips. I lean back quickly, almost laying down. "What the hell, Louis? What is wrong with you? What about Marcel? Or Harry and Edward?" I slap his face as hard as I can. He rubs his cheek and smirks down at me. 

 He crawls onto my lap and slams my back down to the cushion. "They don't have to know. Neither does Liam. Just you and me." He quickly dives down onto my lips and forces my mouth open. His tongue moving all over my own. And his hands all over my torso.

 I break my head away but he starts kissing my neck instead. My breaths are quick and shallow, almost pants as he yanks my jeans to my knees. I try once again to push at his chest to get him away, but nothing works. He lifts my shirt off of my head and throws it to the ground. His hips starts rubbing against mine. I mumble a moan as he clutches my ass harshly. 

 I haven't even done this with Liam yet so I don't want to lose it to Louis! He's just a friend, I've known him for years. He's always been flirty but that's just because he likes joking and teasing. Right now he's acting so strange and unlike himself.

 Right as he went back to my mouth, Liam, Marcel, and Harry walked in. They all stood in the doorway, in shock. Louis seemed to have noticed too, as he turned his head and sat up. "Hello lads."
Was he trying to seem casual? 

 "What the hell Louis!" Liam shouted before moving his eyes to me.
Wait does he think this was consensual?
It wasn't!
Louis wouldn't get off of me! 

Marcel's eyes went from Louis to me, telling me he knew what I was thinking. He started glaring at Louis, who was still calm and sitting on top of me. 

Liam continued, "Zayn, what the fuck is wrong with you? You literally just told me you loved me! Did that love really change that fast?" 

 Marcel quickly jumped in to defend me, "Wait! Zayn didn't have anything to do with this! It was all Louis. He forced himself onto Zayn and was willing to go against Zayn's wishes. I read both of their minds!" 

Louis started frowning slightly and looked somewhat confused when Marcel said he read our minds.
He knows their powers right?
I know he does!
What the hell is going on?

 Finally Louis got up and smirked at all of us before pushing past all of them and walking out the door, into the hallway. Liam glanced at me before turning around to catch up with Louis.
When he finds him, he's probably going to kill him...