Sam
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"I can walk on my own."
"Shut up, woman."
"Let me down!"
"Hold you tighter? Sure."
"Horan, let me down."
"I can't hear you."
"You piece of fucking s-"
"Grace, your wound has to heal." Liam cut me off as Niall who was still carrying me, enter the living room. Niall put me down on the couch and lifted my injured leg, resting it on the table.
"But I will eat on my own, got that?" My eyes were fixed on Louis who had a bowl of soup in his hands. He made his way to me and sat down next to me, a puppy look on his face.
"But I love feeding you." He pouted and raised the spoon which was filled with soup.
"My hands work perfectly!" I protested but took the spoon in my mouth, Louis smiling widely.
"Don't complain about this. We're treating you like a princess." Niall said with a smile as he left the living room.
"More like a baby." I corrected him as I crossed my arms. Out of Sudden, the look on Louis' face changed. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right after.
"Louis?"
"Here, take the bowl and eat. I need fresh air." Before I could ask what was bothering him, he was out of the door. Did I say something wrong? My eyes went to Liam who followed Louis to the garden without saying a word.
"What the fuck.." I whispered to myself as I finished the soup. I was left alone in the living room and I could finally think without being disturbed.
It had been two days since Harry told me about Louis and Chris. Two days since he told me that I wasn't alone. I didn't ask him what he meant by that. I had so many question on my mind but no words had left my mouth that night.
Did he also had to kill his family? If yes, who did he have to kill? Parents? Sister? Brother? How old were his siblings? Did he even have siblings? Or a family? I wanted to know more about Harry but I didn't dare to ask. I didn't want to push him with all my questions but at the same time, I did tell him about my family so technically, he could tell me about his, right?
However, even if I wanted to ask him I had to wait until late night. He and Zayn always went out until late, killing some of these, searching for petrol, searching for food and guns. Once they came home, they were exhausted and hungry so they ate, took a shower and then headed to bed. I couldn't find the time to ask him about his past but I didn't mind. That's what I had been telling myself for the past two days. I don't mind.
I heard the gate open which meant that Zayn and Harry were back. I put the bowl on the table and waited for the two boys to come in and complain about something.
"Why the fuck would that be a good idea?" I heard Zayn growl as he entered the living room, the other boys following him.
"Because if Chris' men come back and attack us, we would be ready to defend ourselves." Harry explained and made his way to the couch, sitting down next to me.
"They won't come back. You scared the shit out of them."
"It won't harm us if we keep watch." Harry insisted.
"We have better things to do then-"
"I'll do it." I interrupted Zayn because Harry was right. It was safer if someone kept watch and since all the boys were busy except me, I could do it.
