The Hanging Tree (Zianourry)

Chapter Eight

There he was, the one I was trying to avoid. His brown eyes gazed over me, looking me up and down with pure suspicion. I backed away, ready to run but he grabbed me. Curses, all I wanted to do was shower in peace and now here he was with only a towel wrapped around his waist and tattoos up and down his flesh. "Louis?" He said my name like he was asking a question. Like he was trying to make sure he had it right, though he said it with all of the confidence in the world.

I nodded and he smiled, walking forward towards me. Each step he took I mirrored with a retreat until my back was up against a shower stall. He walked inside after me, yanking the curtain closed behind us. "You're not as careful as you think." He said with a devilish smile. He grabbed my jaw in his hand as he pushed me back further, though it was impossible, making sure I was trapped between him and the wall. "Do you know how annoying it is that you and that unbelievably hot ass of yours is going around this school and I don't get to enjoy it?" He asked, leaning in more. His lips wrapped around my ear, his teeth grazing over the skin as he gnawed at it. A moan broke free from my mouth and he instantly covered it with his free hand. "I knew you were a moaner." He said, backing away with a sly smile on his face. "I'd love to hear more of that sound Louis." 

"Ummm,"

"Zayn. I'll find you later." He whispered. He let his tongue roll out and he licked up my chin to my ear. "Wait five minutes." He whispered seductively before walking out of the stall. I stood there, not really sure how to analyze the situation. I knew for a fact that Zayn just all but said he wanted to fuck me. I knew for a fact that I would probably let him. I also knew for a fact that thinking like that would cause me to make mistakes. 

I followed Zayn's instructions and left five minutes later, choosing to skip out on the shower and go about my day until I was out by the tree with the others, telling them about my morning adventure.

"You're telling me the tan hottie put his mouth on you!" Niall growled, scraping up dirt in his balled fists. He was clenching his teeth in anger as the malice seeped through his pores.

"Well even you have to admit that he's kinda really absolutely hot." Harry said, twirling a cherry blossom in his hand. He carried the pale pink flower with the utmost care as if one wrong move would destroy the little flower. He looked at me and winked and I had to wonder if that's how Harry saw me. If I was that little cherry blossom that he cared so deeply for. 

"It doesn't matter how hot he is, Louis is mines." Niall grumbled.

"I think he's mines?" Harry said, the wind blowing his loose curls around.

"Umm, I think I'm my owns." I threw out there. They looked at me with sly smiles on their faces. Neither was sure what to say but I knew that both was highly territorial of me. I laid down on Niall who looked fondly at me, rubbing my hair with his free hand. He loved the fact that he could play with me anytime he wanted to. He made a large show of proving to Niall that he can have me anytime he wanted to. I always liked the way that he scratched my hair and it made me feel at home. It was something that Lottie always did, scratching my hair with her fingers whenever we watched horror movies. Niall did the exact same thing.

Harry on the other hand was more like a guardian or something. He was the more watchful one who always came to us with news of the latest victim. He was like our daily newspaper and he was always so dashing with the things he told us. He was comforting like my mum, though I loved him in another way. He made everything seem less scary than it actually was, his green eyes. He always rested on me though, like I was the one holding him together, which I was perfectly okay with.

"I'm pretty sure you were almost raped." Harry said, chewing on his thumb. "Do you want me to fight him?"

"You're going to fight?" Niall said astonished. "I think he will probably chop you in half slinky."

"Did you just call him a slinky?" I asked Niall. He nodded, smiling proudly at his nickname as he looked away at the sky. 

"What to do now?" Our slinky asked.

"Make sure that Zayn doesn't rape my Louis!" Niall said defensively.

"He's still mines." Harry said.

"I still never been owned." I told them both.

"I will kick your ass slinky!" Niall said.

"Will you two just shut up and fuck already? You have more sexual tension between you than, well I'm not sure, but there's a lot!" I yelled.

"Eww, fuck him? I wouldn't even kiss that hairy chinchilla!" Harry said. I groaned inwardly at the two bickering boys, grabbing a fistful of their hair and pulling them face to face with each other. 

"Kiss and make-up children." I said, pushing their heads together.

"Fine." Niall groaned. He leaned inward and Harry's eyes closed as the two lips fell into place. Both boys immediately started to moan as they wrapped their arms around each other to pull each other closer. I knew that's how they were. The feelings between them in so pungent the testosterone is fueling the air. I was just waiting for the sexual tension as they snogged each other.

"You two are so cute." I said, biting my knuckles. Okay cute wasn't the word. The way that they were trying to fuck each other threw their clothes was actually such a turn-on.

Harry broke away and grabbed my shirt, pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips molded together as he pulled me down to the ground. He broke away and Niall was next, his kiss rougher than the Harry's, but only because he was turned on. We grinded our bodies against each other as Harry grinded against my backside. Yet we were civil enough to get up and not actually have sex on the ground.

"You guys are totally gonna get boned by me soon!" Niall said, making me cough on my own saliva.

"So this is the famous Irish Charm." Harry said, laughing at the blonde guy as we awkwardly walked back to campus, all of us trying to conceal our raging boners.

**A/N: You love it? Zouis feels are gonna be sexy as fuck!!**