Compelled | h.s. AU

eleven

Harry Styles

Silence

The seven letter word meaning complete absence of sound.

I used to love silence. Growing up people would always scream at me and constantly control my whole lifeplan. I begged for silence so I could have an escape from the deathly clock of life.

Now I hate the silence.

It's so loud, a continuous train of thoughts spinning through my mind at a hundred miles per hour. Every bad thing that's happened in my life drowns my entire existence, no matter how silent the world is..my head is pounding. The noise makes me go insane.

Now here we are in silence.

I am flickering my eyes over to everyone in the living room whilst sliding my phone on the wooden coffee table. Everyone is waiting for someone else to start the conversation we've been dreading.

What is Zayn hiding? And why is it such a big fucking deal?

Well, actually I do know the secret. But, no one else will found out..what's the trouble in fibbing?

"I don't have all night, someone fucking talk!" Liam breaks the prolonging silence and kicks his feet up on the coffee table.

I place both hands behind my head while also propping my feet on the filled cellphone table. My back was balanced against the rolled arm sofa; everything in this house is so old. You'd think we time-traveled to the victorian era.

"Fuck off Liam" Louis whispered under his breath which Liam didn't take too fond because his middle finger was raised high.

I just sit back and observe

Did I just quote Nicki Minaj?

Whoever this Pernicious cockshit person is, Ill kill them. First I want to know why they are so obsessed with us. Then, they're dead and who knows..maybe i'll even record it.

Leading to Victoria being my partner to solve who's behind the computer facade is physically killing me. I cant be around her. I hate her. I hate her long brown hair. I hate her bright blue eyes that whenever you look into them, you see sapphire. I hate her tattoos. I hate how she thinks she's all that. I hate how she try's to control everything. I hate her smile that she rarely shows. I hate her laugh. I hate her light green nail polish. I hate her rosy cheeks. I just hate everything about her.

I want her dead. She wants me dead.

Yet we're both in the same room.

The tension of who will kill who first is mentally killing me already.

"Zayn, you know you can trust us. We've been best friends since high school and it feels way longer than that due to the shit we managed to get into everyday. So please..we won't judge nor make fun of you" Victoria tries to soften up the mood by being sentimental which makes me want to throw up.

Niall pats Zayns leg two times before turning his vision toward his side profile.

I feel Zayns brown eyes interlock with mine. He looked almost nervous but was hiding the raw emotion with a straight face.

"Victoria..." He began to trail off. Perfect fucking perfect. I know he hates lying but I convinced him, and it will protect his friends from death. No one can found out what we did.

"This might be awkward since everyone is staring but we're a group so it's best if everyone hears" Zayn takes a long deep breath whilst leaning his elbows on his jean covered knees and sealing intense eye contact with Victoria.