The Truth Untold [Louis & Zayn Fanfic]

Chapter 45

We rushed to the spot as fast as we could, although the crowd was a big hurdle. My eyes were moving around in hope to find Zayn. I need to clarify and prove my mind.

"Why did you stop?" Aurora pulled my hand to walk with her but my eyes found Zayn walking upstairs hesitantly

"I need to go," I let go of my hand from Aurora's while my gaze still focused on Zayn.

I ran as fast as I could to the stairs to follow Zayn. As I climbed the stairs I found myself alone as all the students had rushed down. So, where the hell is Zayn going? Where did he disappear? I looked all over the first floor but failed to find him when a gentle breeze hit me. I tried to figure out where it was coming from. I followed the path of the breeze and was standing in front of a tall gate on the first floor's balcony. I walked in hoping to find Zayn and found him sitting on the thick balustrade of the balcony. His cold, dead eyes were focused in the night sky while the breeze played with his hair. It was cold. I had forgotten to wear anything full in a hurry. I might start shivering any minute. I wanted to call him out but he seemed lost. But where? I wish I could travel there with him. I should go to him and talk. It's important. As I stepped closer to him I felt something rushed on my feet. I squeaked.

"What the fuck?" Zayn screamed.

What the hell was that?

When I looked up at him I found him standing by the balustrade with confusion clear on his face but with a concerned look.

"I think it was a mouse that stepped on my feet. I'm sorry." This is not how I expected it to be. I tried to adjust my hair which the breeze tried to carry away. Rubbing my hands and arms I walked further to Zayn. It's cold.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as I approached him.

Before I could open my mouth to answer. He took off his overcoat and put it on me. Chills ran down my whole body giving me goosebumps.

Focusing on the goosebumps on my arms, he said "I think you are cold. This might help."

This guy,  standing right here in front of me has the ability to be the most problematic character in my life but still my heart would choose him because it's fond of problems. That's how it's always been.

I'm here to talk.

Thank you, my brain.

"Can we talk?"

"About what?" He countered back.

How am I gonna say?

I lowered my gaze to the ground. I was trying to gather the confidence to talk to him about the things I doubt. As I was about to speak to him my glare shot at the white cloth around his right arm. I didn't notice that till now. The red spot in the middle means the blood is flowing.

"What happened?" Sounding more concerned than ever, I questioned him.

"Nothing serious. What do you "

"Nothing serious?" I moved closer to him to examine the injured area which was rapidly turning red.

"Blood is flowing out of this and you say it's nothing serious. Are you serious?" I shouted at him looking directly into his brown eyes.

"Can you just do whatever the hell you were here for?" His eyes were still on me.

"No, this is more important. You are coming to the dressing room with me." I demanded.

"I'm not." He gently let go of his arms from my hand. "You can leave."

"No, I won't leave." I wore the overcoat properly and held him tightly to take him to the dressing room with me. This guy can't be serious. "You are coming with me."

He tried his best to free his hands from mine but luckily the dressing room wasn't too far from the spot we were on so I managed to hold his hand.

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" I called out three times but didn't get any response in return. I think everyone is downstairs. The cloth on his arms was almost red because of the blood. I need to do something as soon as possible.

"Now let me go." He said aggressively.

"Shut up and go sit down on that bed." I pointed out at the first bed in the row.

"You think of yourself as a nurse?" He smirked at me and looked away quickly.

He's so stubborn. I grabbed the dressing box kept on the reception and pulled him to the bed.

"Now sit down here like a good boy." I placed the dressing table on the bed.

"I don't fucking need your help." His eyebrows drew in as he looked into my eyes which were burning with anger.

"Can you please just shut up and understand the depth of the situation." My words worked as water to his burning eyes. "You are bleeding like hell. It's important. Please understand Zayn." He was still looking at me but his eyes were soft now. "Please sit down." I requested which he surprisingly agreed to.

"Thank you." I quickly opened the dressing box.

I should not let Zayn know that I've never done this thing before or he would run away. I'll follow the steps which I had read in my grade second book which surprisingly I remember because I've seen the nurses doing it multiple times.

"Give me a second." I washed my hands thoroughly in the wash basin and soaked it with the towel hung beside. I could feel the glare of Zayn on me while I was putting on a non sterile glove.

"Have you done this before?" He asked me when I started opening his old dressing soaked in blood.

"Honestly, no." I giggled at my own answer at which he smirked too. Kind of with disbelief.

“How did this happen?” I asked him when my eyes fell on a deep cut through which blood was flowing.

He didn't answer.

I looked up at him. “I'm asking you, Zayn.”

He gazed back at me.His eyes were filled with pang while his jaws were gradually clenching “It does not matter. “ He tried to say in a calming voice.

I can sense something was bothering him inside.

“It does matter.” I commenced dressing his wound.

He looked up at me with a gaze I'm not familiar with. His eyebrows had drawn in together with his eyes seemed completely lifeless and merciless. This is appalling.

“What happened?” I asked the moment I was finished with my dressing.

“You know what it will be better if you mind your own fucking business.”His voice raised at me making me shiver.

“I was just concerned.” I feebly tried to keep my point.

He stood up, his horrific gaze focused on me. “YOU DON'T FUCKING HAVE TO. IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.”

He appeared like a monster to me, so I stepped back when I remembered that he was a monster who's been killing the students and maybe it's my turn now.

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QOTD: Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”- – The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.