Left Alone To Cry.

Chapter 30: Our convenient secret

WARNING: Bad language.

LOUIS' POV

I jump out of sleep, my heart is racing in my chest and my forehead is all sweaty. I immediately feel sickness in my chest and the headache makes me grab my head with both hands.

I always hated hangovers. But I guess I have to pay for the number of drinks I ordered last night.

I look out the window and it's sunny. What? Already in the morning? Wait, what am I even doing home? How the hell did I get back here? I have no memories of coming back home from the bar yesterday! How did I even...

I feel someone observing me. This feeling is so unpleasant, it sends shivers down my spine. I turn my head to the side of the bed to find Zayn, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, watching me with a childish smile. 

"Zayn..." I whisper, trying to chase away the sick feeling in my chest. "What are you doing here? Were you watching me sleep?"

"It was Niall."

"What?"

I know Zayn lost a lot of IQ points and fell back into his 5 years old self's state of mind because the pain literally destroyed every single parts of his soul, but... why would he mention Niall? He's the one who made him go back to that state of mind!

"It was Niall." Zayn repeats with his childish voice.

"But what do you mean it was Niall?" I ask, the sickness climbing up my throat. 

"Who brought you back."

I consider Zayn for a moment. Wow, he's gone way more nuts than I thought he had... This is so sad to see. Please, God, have mercy! He doesn't deserve this nonsense!

I give Zayn a sad look and get up the bed. I make him stand back up and pat his shoulder.

"Come on, Zayn. Let's go eat breakfast."

Zayn nods gleefully and he follows me to the kitchen. I lean over the sink, feeling the vomit coming for a second. For Fuck's sake, I hate hangovers! But I can't stay in bed and be lazy and recover... I have to take care of Zayn.

Only thinking about food makes me want to throw up. I only put Zayn two bread slices in the toaster because if I do eggs and bacon, Zayn would probably eat them with a dressing of vomit. 

When the toasts are ready, I only put butter on them and give Zayn the plate. I pour myself a drink of water, thinking it would maybe help me stop that sickening feeling in my chest.

I drag my feet to the couch and he sits next to Zayn. Sipping on my drink of water, I watch these weird cartoons again. My head is spinning right round and I'm so dizzy. 

God, I feel bad.

I still don't understand why Zayn said it was Niall... Why would he say that so randomly, without any reasons? Even if he's retarded, everything you tell has a reason why you're telling it...