Animals [z.m. || a.u.]

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A/N: I heard someone tell me this book is on 6k...

WAIT WHAT?!

OMF!!!

LET ME HAVE A MOMENT.. YOU GUYS CAN CONTINUE READING BY THAT TIME.

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Louis Tomlinson watched his partner close the door of his room, humming a tune to himself. Louis' eyebrows involuntarily found their way into his forhead as he was amused to see his friend humming. He had not heard Zayn sing - or hum - for a quiet long time. He'd just heard him curse and curse and sometimes cry in anger, but never had he been singing.

But Louis didn't really want to pry into this topic. Quiet on the contrary, he wanted Zayn to busy himself into something. So as soon as the door of Zayn's room closed Louis exhaled the breath only God knew from when he was holding on to. Quickly getting to his feet Louis tiptoed to Zayn's room. Touching the door softly, he was ensured Zayn had locked it. It was much like a ritual, wherein Zayn would lock himself up in his room - sometimes once in a week sometimes on a daily basis - and Louis would just be left alone by himself to ponder what Zayn secretively did behind the closed doors.

Louis shook his head to come out of the trance he was in.

You gotta get to the basement, somehow, Louis.

And so he went down with half of his mind pondering as usual over the topic of what beheld behind the doors of Zayn's room and the other half of his mind panicking over the possibility of him getting caught and the consequences that followed. As he walked down the staircase, they creaked as if against Louis' notion of getting to the basement. If Louis were to be honest, he wasn't himself sure of this idea of going to the basement. But for some reason, Louis' mind told him otherwise, as though to say now that he had come so far there was no turning back.

Walking down the tiny aisle Louis could feel the dampness of the air making it difficult for him to breathe. The thick atmosphere almost played a vital role to get Louis' palms clammy. Needless to say Louis did not know what to expect behind the door. He couldn't even picture a lean figure of a girl lying on the floor with who knew how many bonds to keep her from moving. Right before the dead end was a metal door which Louis almost knew was the door to the room where the mistaken sufferer of his gunshot was. As he grasped the handle of the door a gasp of shock left his mouth for the handle was frigid enough to be compared successfully with an ice rod. If that was the condition of the handle Louis' heart couldn't help but leap to his throat in angst as his brain fed him with pictures of a lifeless girl all because of his actions.

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Harry had pressed the button for the doorbell twice now as the instability of his mind flew clearly from the incessant tapping of his right foot against the floor. As much as he'd want to barge in through the door, he knew Andrew won't really approve of a broken door. Seconds later a breathless Alicia opened the door narrow enough just for her face to be in view.

"I'm sorry Mr. Styles." she gasped to catch her breath. As she calmed down in the doorway, her eyes which held expectance searched behind Harry's lanky figure for a frail and skiny girl with her dark brown hair. Alicia expected to see an overslept-of-hangover-ish Claire hiding timidly behind Harry's height but all she got was an interrogating look from Harry.