Project 7

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It was the next morning and I was sitting in her room as Claire was taken into surgery. The doctors were quick to send the nurses in to get her and bring her in to the surgery room, within what felt like the blink of an eye I was leaving my precious Claire in the hands of ol' fart Mr. Myers' and his project 7.

Little did I know that the next two and a half hours would be the worst hours of my life. I stood outside the waiting room doors, pacing back and forth as what were my fingernails had now turned into the nubs of my fingers. My eyes stayed glued to the small rectangular windows on either side of the bone white wooden doors. I knew I was getting weird looks and side glances from a few families. I heard one boy whisper "mommy, what's wrong with that man? Why is he doing that?" though I ignored him.

My tummy felt as though someone had tied it in a knot, one of those ones where it was almost impossible to undo. My mind was spinning with endless possibilities of what my dear Claire could be going through right now; torture? Mind games? Was the project just an excuse to do something bad to her? I would never know. All of a sudden I felt light headed. The room began to spin and everything was going fuzzy, the last thing I could clearly notice was a nurse running over to me.

~ 10 mins later ~

"Wha- what happened?!" I gasped, suddenly awake, lurching out of the hospital chair I was previously seated in. the nurse whose name I later figured out to be 'Alice' struggled to keep me seated. "Where- where is she?" I screamed, thrashing about.

"Who- sir. Who is where?" she asked, trying to calm me down.

"Claire! My Claire, where is she?" I shook, tears brimming the corners of my eyes. 'Way to go Louis, looking really manly at the moment!' my conscious added.

"Claire?" the nurse questioned quietly, "what's her last name?"

"Malik" I lowly panted at a loss of energy, "please help me! Where is she?" I asked again.

"Project 7" she stated, "she's still in surgery. Not long left sir" she quietly assured me.

"Thank you but her names Claire, not Project 7" I quietly hissed.

"Right. No problem, s- sorry sir" the nurse stood up quickly and scurried off. I slowly ran a hand through my hair and swept it to the side, wiping my teary eyes and sighing to myself. 'Always so emotional Louis, why can't you ever be a proper man...' Stupid conscious.

...

As I sat there, with a shitty plastic cup filled with shitty hospital water in hand, my knee bounced. The girl of my dreams, the girl I was supposed to call mine, was in there. Having those doctors drill into her skull, planting whatever this stupid 'project 7' thing is into her brain. I can't believe myself. I can't believe I didn't stop Zayn from signing that form, allowing them to operate and test on my precious Claire. How stupid can I be? Obviously not stupid enough...

Soon enough, nurse Alice returned to the seat beside me. "Sir. Pro- Claire" she coughed and corrected herself, "is out of her surgery now. The procedure has worked well, though we recommend you take things slow as we are not sure on the impact it has had on her memory yet" she slowly informs me. I only nod.

"Am I able to see her, is she out?" I ask and nurse Alice nods.

"Sure. Yes you are, I can take you there now if you're ready" she says with a small smile.

"Thank you!" I mumble again and before long we are heading towards her room, the knot in my tummy pulling tighter as we near her door.

"Here we are..." nurse Alice smiles, opening up the door for me and I enter without hesitation.

...

Oh. No, no, no, no, n- no, no, no! I shook my head, collapsing onto the chair before her hospital bed.

My Claire, the girl of my dreams, the love of my life looked awful. The doctors had done nothing to her complexion. Letting small, yet reasonable, amounts of blood seep through the bandage that was wrapped around her head. What had they done to my baby? Did they not care at all? Obviously not...

I sourced a clean slide of cloth from a nearby basin in her room, dampening it and applying a small amount of pressure to the seeping blood. My actions causing her to jolt awake, her gaze instantly finding mine. Then everything went blank for a minute. I forgot where I was, I forgot what I was doing and all the old memories of Claire and I came flooding back into my memory.

~ *memory (flashback)* ~

It was my fifteenth birthday party and I had only a few of my close friends over for a party. These consisted of Thomas, Sam, George, Zayn, yeah- crazy right? And Claire. We were sitting in the lounge playing a game of truth or dare, all was well until I dared Claire to have five minutes in heaven with Sam in the closet. Claire simply shrugged and agreed to the dare.

As they got into the closet, we locked it from the outside, stepped back, and set the timer. Within the first few minutes loud kissing was herd and everything was fine, though I wouldn't dare look at Zayn because I could already feel his eyes looking straight through me, like daggers in my back. He was very protective over Claire. As we neared the five minute mark, what started out as giggles and loud laughing turned into screams. We all laughed along until a loud scream of "Zayn! Help!" rang through the room, that's when we knew something wasn't right.

Zayn's eyes pierced straight through me as he raced to the closet doors and unlocked them, quickly plucking his sister from Sam's arms while escaping to the sofa and whispering calming words into her ear. It wasn't long before Zayn was on top of Sam, on the floor, punching and kicking him without the slightest bit of sorrow for the kid. It wasn't pretty. In fact, how could anybody almost beating another to death look good? It doesn't...

"Zayn. Mate. You've got to stop!" I yelled, catching his fist mid-air. He suddenly turned to face me. His eyes no longer a deep brown, but black. Blacker than the night sky.

"Stop?" he laughed, "STOP, YOU REALLY THINK IM GOING TO STOP HITTING THIS BASTARD AFTER WHAT HE TRIED TO DO TO MY SISTER?" He spat, the venom clear in his voice. "THINK AGAIN TOMMO, CAUSE YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING FOR YA IF YOU THINK IM NOT GONNA PUNCH THIS BASTARD OUT!" He growled, shoving my head into the side of the closet, making me yelp in pain and fall to the floor.

"Zayn- please..." her small voice cuts through us all. Stopping us all in our tracks. "Spare him," she sighs. Frowning down at him harshly, "he's not worth the trouble."

...

Her small, fragile, voice breaks me from my memory.

"Who- who are you...?"

and my heart aches.

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Hiya all,

So... so much shit has gone down lately with Zayn leaving, Louis slaying naughty boy (YASS!!), school and whatever but I'm back.

Aaannnnndddddd.............

With an update! Yayy!!!

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Ps. Writers block lately so sorry if this sucks :P

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