The Boys They Faked To Be

TBTFTB- Chapter 21

TBTFTB- Chapter 21

LAYLA'S POV

"I'm not doing it." Zayn said, crossing his arms.

"You'll have to force me in it." He complained for the 1000th time.

"ZAYN! STOP BEING SUCH AN ASS AND LISTEN TO LAYLA!" Niall shouted from down the hall.

I turned back to Zayn, the tuxedo still in my hands.

"Please Zaynnnnnnn..." I begged him.

"Alright. Only if you promise me one thing!"

I ran a hand through my hair. "What is that?"

"I get to take you on a date tonight." He smirked, knowing he would get his way.

"Fine. Now put this on." I shucked the tuxedo at his chest.

He swiftly caught it in his arms. He set it on the bed and took off his shirt casually in front of me.

"ZAYN!" I squealed, covering my eyes with my hands.

"It's not like you haven't seen me without a shirt on before." I could practically see him smirk.

Suddenly his strong hands pried my hands from my eyes. I squeezed them shut, refusing to stare at his abs.

"Layla, I have it on now." He chuckled.

I sighed in relief and opened my eyes. There, in front of me, was a half naked boy.

"ZAYN, YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR!"

Zayn laughed, his eyes crinkling. I went to shove him, only to have him spin me around so I landed on the bed with him on top of me. He nuzzled his nose into my neck, making me giggle. What a retard.

"Zayn we don't have time for this right now!" I giggled as his perfect black quiff brushed my nose, tickling it.

"We have all the time in the world babe."

"Zayn."

Zayn looked up into my eyes. Gosh, he's so breathtaking. I let out a whoosh of air from my lungs.

"You know we have to get ready. It's only right that we go."

It was Liam's funeral today (A/N: remember they think he's dead) and in half an hour, we would see a casket. I was ready, wearing a black dress with my straight blonde hair covering my shoulders.

"I miss Liam." Zayn's eyes were glossed with emotion. Poor boy.

"It's going to be okay."

I caressed Zayn's face, giving him a weak smile.

Zayn returned the smile and kissed me deeply. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. Gosh, this boy does things to me.

We separated and Zayn put on his tux. Holy crap if I thought he looked good in a regular tux, I had another thing coming. He smirked at me.

"Like what you see?"

"Maybe." I stuck my tongue out at him.

He leaned over, his arm extending to grab my waist. I quickly bolted from the room before he could do so.

"Heyyyy!" He shouted like a sad puppy.

"It's time to go Zayn!" Louis shouted beside me.

Louis, Harry, and Niall all wore tuxedos. Were they all trying to kill me?

'Remember your mine' Zayn growled in my head before entering the living room.

'Maybe' I thought back to him.

All the boys and I turned our heads as a deep growl erupted from Zayns throat. He quickly strode over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, placing our sides together.

"Alright well let's go."

The funeral was in the middle of the woods. Scary, I know. Lots of people came actually. Well I wouldn't call them people... More like vampires. They stared at me and Zayn as we walked together, hand in hand, to the front row with Louis, Harry, and Niall.

The funeral was sad or heartbreaking, which ever you prefer. We all moved to the side, where small snacks and sad food were placed. People chatted and patted the boys on the back, repeating the same words over and over,

"Sorry for your loss."

I chatted up a tall brunette lady, who must have been 40.

"How did you know Liam?" She asked.

"He was Zayns good friend, and I'm Zayns...er...-"

"Girlfriend. She's my girlfriend." I elbowed Zayn in the ribs.

Was I his girlfriend? Maybe, maybe not? I don't even know anymore.

Zayn detached from me to go talk to some elder. I walked to the side, not wanting company. Was Liams death my fault? Maybe it was though. If I hadn't wandered into those woods and then got Zayn mad and....

"Hello." A deep voice said in front of me.

The voice made me shudder. I looked up to see a VERY tall man, with a stubble like Zayns, and curls like Harry, except this guys curls were black. He had a dangerous look to him, like he could kill everyone in this place.

"H-hello. Who are you?" Wow that came out rude.

"The name is Sam."

LIAMS POV

"Where's Sam?" I growled at Finn.

I needed answers to my many questions about 'a killer'.

Finn fiddled with his fingers, ignoring me.

"I SAID WHERE'S SAM?!" I yelled in his face.

Finn stood up, so we were nose to nose. He was a little taller then me.

"At your funeral."

•oh snap oh snap oh snap• I wrote this chapter in a car

Song of the chapter: If I Die Young by The Band Perry