I enjoy the silence. Its so loud in my life now...
THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, VOLIENCE , BLOOD AND SUICIDE TALK. AND SEXUAL ASSAULT TALKS
Who knew going to the store would make you disappear forever?
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Louis Tomlinson
I need to get the situation under control. I can't have anyone find out who told me. I need to go find him.
I told Niall I would look for the masked killer, But I know who would have done it because I had to be part of the plan. I quickly distance myself from the rest of the group so I can ring them. This is total fucking bullshit, we made a deal years ago that I dint want to be a part of his plan anymore when Harry told me his story.
But here I fucking am, been suspicious to try and put a stop to him. I glance quickly around the corridor to make sure I haven't been followed by anyone before I call him.
'Hello, Louis.'
"Zayn! What the fuck are you doin?!" I whisper shout down the phone at him, I cannot blow my cover.
'Just watching MMA, what about you tommo?' I can fucking hear the smugness in his voice.
"Fucking having to deal with Harry breathing down my neck because of your stupid men coming for an innocent person." I snap at him before checking around me again.
A chuckle comes from the other end of the line, making me look at it funny. I certainly haven't said anything funny, so why is this little knobhead laughing?
'Louis. Oh you are so stupid, aren't you? That little innocent woman you're talking about has other intentions with this tour. Plans that nobody is going to like. So if anything im doing you all a favour. Especially, her big boy pants brother.'
"Bullshit. Just fucking stop, we already have enough shit on our plates. We don't need you neither. Just give up, you're never going to get Ben or Harry."
I know I've hit a trigger because he has always had the plan to get Harry and Ben together and kill them. But, he just can never do it because I've always given Harry the heads up, never been bothered about Ben.
'You won't be saying that when I've put a bullet through both of their skulls in front of you. Watch your fuckin back you little twat.'
The line drops dead, I look about the corridor. I jump mentally when I see Harry staring at me, a furious look on his face. He stands opposite me, his feet spread apart while his arms are behind his back. "Who you talking to Louis?" He questions in a surprisingly calm tone.
I point to the phone in my hand. "Just makin' some calls." I know Harry knows that im chatting shit because he begins to walk towards me. Im no pussy, Im not scared of him and im not going anywhere.
He doesn't stop walking until he's at arm's length to me. "That was awkward," I mumble to him, that was the weirdest minute of my life. Harry snatches my phone from my hands before going onto my caller list, obviously to see Zayn as the last person to be called.
