Lost (Ziam)

Chapter 15

Hey this chapter is dedicated to @PercyArtDirectioner because of her awesome comments!! They made my day and inspired me to write. Also because I used her name in this!! WOOHOO!!

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-Liam-

I woke up panting. All I remember was going to Zayn's house and him listening to my heart beat. Everything beyond that was fuzzy. I sat up and looked at my surroundings. Trees, fallen branches, and bushes lined the perimeter around me. I gave a weird look around me and stood up. Why am I in the middle of a forest?

I walked down the line of trees throuhg the strange forest. Something didn't feel right. As I walked through the forest, I tried remembering what had happened before all of this. How I got here from being in Zayn house? How nothing in this forest looked famliar? These thoughts kept reoccuring in my head. I sighed a little before I heard a voice behind me.

"Cameron!" a feminine voice said. I turned aorund to find a girl coming in my direction.

"Hey, love." I said. Wait what?! I said that. I didin't even think of saying that. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a set of lips on mine. My eyes closed and I started kissing her back. I wanted to pull away but I couldn't. Anything that I was trying to do I was uncapable of. When our lips broke apart, her hand caught mine and we walked down the lane together.

"Where are we going today Cameron?"

"London, Bonnie. We're going to London."

"Why?"

"Some family lives there. I have a feeling that they could hide us for a few days. Maybe weeks." What? Hiding? Hiding from who?

"I'm tired of running, Cam?"

"Me too, love. But we're being followed and I want to keep Art safe." Right then, a little girl came bouncing out of a bush and ran to Bonnie.

"Mummy. I thought you left me." Art said, crying.

"I would never leave you, my child." Bonnie said. She bent down and picked Art up in her hands. She held her in her arms, swaying her back and forth.

"We better get moving." Cameron said.

They all started walking down the forest. Well, we started walking. I didn't know what was going on but whoever these people were seemed important. And this Cameron guy seemed like he was connected to me, somehow. Other than the fact that I am stuck in his body, feeling and seeing everything he is.

We walked all the way to London and by now we were all sweaty and tired. Art was sleeping in Cameron's arms. Art was a beautiful little girl. She was around the age of 7 with long light brown hair. She had dark brown eyes and she had a light to tan skin color. She had a scar on her right arm and a small cut on her ankle. She stood about 3'1" without her shoes.

We all came to a stop when Cameron pointed. He was pointing at a very small house. It was all brown with a small door in thr front. There were windows on every side of the house except the roof. It kind of looked like Zayn's ohuse. Cameron walked us all to the door and knocked. The door opened to find a tall man and a short woman.

"Hello, Cecelia." Cameron said.

"Cameron? I was expecting you tomorrow. Come in." Cecelia said and they did. "Please excuse what's left of the mess."

"No, its fine. It's better than where we were sleeping." Bonnie said.

"And where was that?" the tall man said.