Freak

Aaaand phase one commences. . . .

Hellooooooo, guess who hasn't had any sleep for 26 1/2 hours!

I'm gonna diiieeeee. . . . .

Not really.

Anyway, I've decided to get this story on track, so yeah. 

No promises that this chapter will make any sense. . . .I'm exhausted.

*sigh*

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Louis' POV *le gasp*

THUMPthumpthumpthumpthump

I hate hangovers.  They are right up there with mornings and moldy cheese.

THUMPthumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMP

Aggghhhhhhhh, kill me now. . . .

CRASH BANG CLATTER BASH SHING SMASH FERSHWANG BADING BAUW

"AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" THUMP THUMP THUMP BAM  "STUPID FUCKING CABINET WITH THE FUCKING - AAUUUUUGH!!!!!!"  BAM!!!!!

"Niall, shhhhh, Louis' still asleep. . ."

"THE HELL HE IS, SON OF A CUNT -" CRASH

"Jesus Niall, just because the entire contents of the pot cabinet fell on you does not mean -"

Ah, the peaceful sounds of breakfast at our place.  I had had enough. 

I forced myself from my lovely warm bed to confront the wild Indians.  As I stood, my head swam, and I almost fell over.  I righted myself at the last second.  Ha, not today, gravity!

Dragging myself down the hallway, I tried to identify the voices still caterwauling from the kitchen.

"I'LL PUNCH THE CUNTING POT IF I FUCKING - OOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!"  Niall. . . .eesh.

"Holy crabs, chill.  I promise the cabinet did NOT throw them at you on purpose. . ." Liam.

"Can everyone just shut the fuck up so Lou can sleep?  He was toasted last night, this morning's gonna be one hell of a hangover."  Harry. . . .

But where was Zayn?

Who knows.

Who CARES. 

I staggered into the kitchen, ignoring the sudden silence that greeted my arrival.

"Good MORNING sunshine!"  Niall chirped.

I snarled at him.  "Shut the fuck up."  Nobody else said anything as I made my way slowly to the teapot.

It.  Was.  Empty.

I turned and glared at the three frozen lads.  "Harry. . . .Liam. . . .NIALL. . . . where is my tea?" I said softly.

They gulped, adam's apples bobbing.  No one said a word, 

I was opening my mouth to go diva on their asses, when Zayn breezed in with a couple of grocery bags and a thermos.  "Ah, Lou, your tea," he said, passing the thermos to me, "And Niall, your groceries. . . .be nice and share. . . ."

Now it was my turn to stare open mouthed.  Since when had ZAYN gone shopping?  He caught me gaping, and lifted an eyebrow.  "Wha. . . where have you. . .?"  Liam sputtered.  Zayn simply grinned mysteriously and turned to leave again.

"No, hold up."  Harry said suddenly.  "What's that in your hair, Zayn?"

Zayn reached up, frowning, and a coffee brown feather came away in his hand.

A really fucking big feather.

For a second, I thought I saw fear in his eyes as he glanced at us, but then it was gone.  Maybe I imagined it.  "Must have been a seagull," he said, looking at Harry.  Their gazes locked.

Whatever passed between them made Zayn grin and Haz gasp.  He stood there gaping like a dead goldfish as Zayn spun on his heel and disappeared out the door.

The coffee brown feather floated to the ground.  I picked it up.  It was about as long as my forearm, smooth, clean. . . .it smelled good.

WTF?  Birds DO NOT smell good.  They smell like bacteria. . . .and dead fish. . . . .

I looked at Harry.  He was still shellshocked.  I caught his eyes, and, just like yesterday when I hurt my foot, they were that shimmering, iridescent gold-green.  Slit-pupil.

Like a cat's eyes.

Our gazes locked, me holding a feather that defied nature, and him coiled and charged, ready to go off like a cannon.

No body moved for one minute.  Two.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?"  Niall's explosive comment scared the shit outa me.  Harry jumped about four feet up in the air, banged his head on the ceiling, and came down cursing, his eyes normal again.

"I agree with Niall. . .what is going on that we don't know about?"  Liam asked.

I kept my mouth closed.  I was not ready to share my theories just yet.

"Nothing's going on," Harry said softly, dropping his gaze.

Liam, Niall, and I glanced at each other.  We weren't stupid; we knew that that was bullshit.

But for now, we had to just let it stand.

Now that Zayn was apparently involved in the Harry mystery, it could be. . .anything.

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Aright, I am actually really proud of this chapter!  Somehow I always do my best work when tired.  Yes, it is extremely short, but hey; it's got some real stuff in it.

Any thoughts as to how Zayn ties into all this crap?  Comment, and whoever gets it right first gets a dedication, and I'll read your stories.

All of them.

I read really fast.

I don't think it's too hard, I dropped a TON of hints, but hey; it might just be because I'm writing this!

Have fun!

:)

Me

P.S. Janelle lovie, you really need to consider that co-authorship!