'Till forever h.s.

In too deep (20)

I knew myself before I knew anyone
~~Alleyways By The Neighborhood~~~

A/N Don't trust anyone

Louis' POV

"I know but I can't leave, or else they're gonna find out." I murmur into my phone, pacing the office in stress.

This past week has already been shit with the whole shooting stunt and trying to track those fuckers down. I know who they are and why they're there but they just disappeared again like fucking ghosts.

And now to make it all even better, I get this amazing phone call requesting my presence in a place I haven't been to in months. It's not that I don't wanna see them but my presence alone puts everyone at risk, especially at a time like this.

"Louis please! you know you're the only one that can solve this-" Her nimble voice shakes with tears through the speakers. I can't deal with this, it's been going on for months now and every time it's the same.

"I can't alright!" I raise my voice without meaning to, flustered with the sadness in her tone. "Ever since it happened she's been like this and I can't fucking change it!"

They just don't get it. If I go, I'm putting them all at risk and it still won't change anything. She is the way she is and I can't help her, as much as I want to. The only thing I can do is my job, so they don't fucking starve.

I paced around the office in spiral of madness, hair still a mess from sleeping and my head spinning given I just woke up in urgency a few minutes ago. My shirtless body covered in sweat as I stood in loss of what to do. I always have an escape plan for everyone but my mind fails a lot when it comes to personal situations.

"Lou," I hear a small sob come from the other side of the line, breaking the little heart I had left. "She's in too deep now."

Those five familiar words haunt my entire existence as memories start flooding from the back of my mind.

In too deep.

Fuck I can't put my emotions in this, be rational Louis. It's for the best.

We can never be stupid enough to let emotions get in the way in this line of work, they cloud your judgment and make you stupid. Love makes you stupid.

"We've all been there. Look at me, I turned out just fine-"

A sudden noise of the office door opening makes me snap my head in its direction, seeing as Zayn waltz in. He seems to not see me right away, which leaves me confused on why he'd be down here.

The minute our vision meet, his eyes widen but he's quick to smooth it over with a question. "Oh hi, have you seen Davina?"

He wore baggy track pants and a simple white crop top, allowing me to see the tattoos in his arms. He's got a lot of them but probably not as much as me.

Infuriation boils my veins as I strut towards him, still holding the phone in my ear. "What the fuck are you doing here!" I shout in rage, burning my eyes into his own.

Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse. Now I don't know how much he's heard, and will probably go blabber about it to the boys and Davina.

"Louis?" The small voice calls from my phone given I still hadn't answered and was shouting at a random.

Zayn on the other hand, doesn't seem the slightest bit phased by my angry tone, keeping his expression calm while his eyes flickered back and forth between mine. "Sorry mate, I was just looking for Davina and thought-"

"Well she's not here so get the fuck out!"

I know for a fact he's lying. I'm not sure what's going on between these two but they barely talk to each other. And Zayn seems to be acting like a complete asshole.

He thankfully conveys and walks towards the door, opening it up and stepping out into the hallway. I sigh in relief but obviously too early because just as I thought I'd have some alone time, more noises start coming from the hallway.

"Zayn?" The female voice echoes through the door, I could tell they were still close to the office, way closer than they should.

Breathe Louis, deep breaths.

"Fucking great," I mumble under my breath and walk towards the door, opening it up abruptly and startling Davina.

"He's definitely hiding something-" Zayn is cut off by the wood hitting the wall. He doesn't even have time to process what's happening before I launch forward and pin him against the wall, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

"The next time I tell you to leave, I won't be doing it with words!"

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Short chapter but who do we think Louis was talking to??

Also what do y'all think Zayn was doing there?