Help, I'm Innocent. ~A Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson Fanfic~

Chapter Twelve: I Need A Getaway Car

Jessica's P.O.V

I was trembling in Louis' arms. Shaking, teary-eyed, and terrified me. We walked back to the house and Louis followed me wherever I went. I went to my room and he followed. I faced him and rolled my eyes. "Can I get some privacy?!" I insisted "Jessica, there is no way I'm leaving you alone." He spoke softly.  I sighed. "Can I go to the bathroom? I really need to pee." I asked him, trying to get myself together. He chuckled and nodded. "Thank you." I whispered. I entered my bathroom and quickly locked the door. I looked at myself in the mirror.

"How could you?" I ask myself. "You're being selfish. You're wanted and the boys are in danger because of you." I retorted. I looked at the person in the mirror. I am thoroughly disgusted with myself. A tear rolled down my cheek. I love these boys so much, they've done so much...But it's time.

Time for change.

Time for goodbye.

Time to get my longboard.

I wonder where I left it? 

I slightly opened the door and peeked out through the little crack.

Louis was still there. Sitting on the bed, staring into space. I sighed and fully opened the door. I wiped the access tears away and struggled to find strength to tell him. I walked up to the bed and he brought his attention to me. "Oh..Hi." He said quietly. "Hi." I responded as I sat on the bed next to him.

"Louis?" I choked.

"Yes, love?" He responded.

"I..I.." I stuttered. He waited for a response. I took a deep-breath and moved my eyes towards the window. I couldn't bare to see his sorrowful face.

"I need to go." I whispered as I looked at the floor. I looked at him and he just stared at me, confused and shocked. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it. "Why?" He asked me. "Because that lunatic wants me. Not you, me. I witnessed a murder and if I stay here your life is on the line along with mine." I explained. "No Jessica, please." He begged. "No Louis, I'm going. This is my fault and I have to leave." I stated. "But I love you." He whispered. I breathed a shakey breath and looked away from his ocean-like eyes that were brimming with tears. I bit my lip and a tear slowly fell. 

"Please don't go." He sobbed quietly.

"I have to." I responded weakly.

"But what about the concert?" He asked me. "You can figure it out. I won't be your little problem anymore." I responded. I got up but Louis grabbed my hand. I jerked away and we locked eyes. His eyes were as vibrant as a blue-jays feather. His eyes silently screamed out to me, it's as if they held every emotion in his body. "Please don't go. I love you. Please don't leave me." They screamed and begged. A tear slowly fell from the ocean I was lost in and I wiped it off his soft cheek with my thumb. "Everything will be alright." I whispered. He looked at his feet and shook his head.

"No it won't." He whispered. I kissed his forehead and headed to the window. I opened it and put one of my legs out. I looked at Louis one last time. His teary-eyed figure stood there, blankly. We made no movements until his hand was brought up near his head. He sent me a small wave and I sent one back. "Till next time." I whispered before I climbed out the window.

There won't be a 'next time'.

This is it.

I walked the dark streets and waited for him. Or anyone really. I just needed to get away from them.

"Hello?" I called out into the dark sky. "I'm here, come and get me." I acknowledged the world. 

Nothing.

I shrugged and kept walking. I didn't bring my longboard, I just figured he'd shoot me and get it over with.

My stomach hit the cold, uneven pavement and a moan escaped my lips. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." A masculine voice apologized.

I know that voice.

"It's alright." I responded, even though I had no idea who this guy was. I slowly got up, I winced when pressure was put on my palm. I looked at the mystery guy.

He wasn't the lunatic who tried to kill me.

He was my brother.

James.

"Jessica?" He asked "James?" I asked back. He laughed and gave me a hug. "What are you doing on the streets?" He asked me. He cut me off before I could answer "They didn't kick you out, did they?!" He shouted. I giggled "No, I ran away." I responded. "Why? Whatever the reason is I'll kill it!" He belted. I sighed "No, remember the guy who robbed us and killed..." I was about to finish the sentence. Jonathan. My Parents. My FIFA trainer and my loving pancake-makers. My trusty piggy-back-ride giver and my calculators. My family.

"Yes, I remember him." James bluntly spoke. "He's after me." I whispered. "And you need to go, right now. He's watching my every move and he's going to kill me with any chance he gets." I explained. "No, I'm not leaving." He demanded. "Please James, you have to." I begged. "Not a chance." He responded with a smirk. I pushed him "Go!" I commanded as my voice cracked and I started pushing him and slapping his chest. "Go! Just go! Please!" I cried. "Jessica, Jessica!" He belted as he wrapped his arms around me. 

"I'm never leaving you. You're safe with me." He whispered. I sniffled and nodded. 

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"You can stay in my room, I'll sleep on the couch." He told me as we drove up to his apartment. "No way, if anyone is sleeping on the couch it's gonna be me." I told him. He nodded "If you insist."

I walked in and sat down on the couch awkwardly. I have nothing. No longboard, no clothes, no toothbrush.

No hope.

Nothing.

"Wanna watch some Spongebob?" James asked me. A small smile struggled to get to my face. "Alright." I whispered.

I have something.

I have my brother.

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