Twisted Friendship

Chapter 19

So I sat back. And told Josh my story.

I told him about Louis all those years back, forcing me to be his friend. The mountain of trouble they brought along and dragged me into. About Niall and sneaking away at night and Mark getting me while I got the funnies and finally Louis being shot. About me and the boys falling apart.

"Well, sounds like it certainly hasn't been the easiest ride for you." Josh murmured, looking at me carefully.

I avoided his eyes, tugging at a lock of my hair. It felt so good to talk and just not stop. To be able to tell someone everything. A weight seemed to have lifted off my chest, and I felt lighter then air.

"But I love them so much." I whispered, smoothing back Harry's curls from where he still say sleeping "But at the same time, they're my worst enemies."

Silence fell upon the room, interrupted only by Harry murmuring quietly in his sleep.

"That's sounds like a very twisted friendship." Josh said finally, running a hand through his light brown hair.

"Very twisted." I agreed softly.

Josh tapped his drumsticks lightly along the bed rail, "Twisted can sometimes be good."

"Oh yeah? When's that?" I asked, standing up and stretching my arms out over my head. Glancing at the wall clock, I realized I had been talking to him for a couple hours.

"If a maze was a straight line, would it be any fun?" he pulled a cookie from his half eaten lunch tray next to him, "No, it needs to be twisted. Or else that would be too easy, there would be no point. Nothing to work towards."

Snapping the chocolate chip cookie in half, he tossed the larger chunk towards me. I caught it and took a small bite.

"You're very wise for a random kid in a hospital." I muttered after swallowing.

Josh looked at me for a moment, "You need to leave."

"What?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Leave! Go outside!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards the open window "Take a break from sitting here and worrying, and take a moment to enjoy life and get away from your twisted friendship and twisted life."

"I'm twisted aren't I?"

Josh smiled, "No, just confused. I'd suggest you go to the park. Lay in the grass, enjoy life."

I glanced reluctantly at Louis, his fringe dusting along the top of his long lashes. The truth is, I was afraid to leave. He could wake up and I wouldnt be there. Something could happen, he could get hurt while I ran off enjoying myself. The pain of let him slip through my fingers again cut through my already broken heart.

"I'll watch him. Don't worry." Josh whispered ressuringly, as if reading my mind.

I squeezed Louis's hand in mine , "But how do I leave? Zayn wouldn't let me get out the door."

"Im on the second floor." Josh pointed towards the window, faint rays of sunlight shone through the curtain and spotted the tile.

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Stretching out in the grass, I turned my face up to the warm days of sun shining down on me. It felt so nice, tickling and warming my bare skin. My shoes were piled next to me, arms tucked behind my head as I lay in the park field.

Closing my eyes, I let out a deep sigh of contentment. For the first time in a while, I felt relaxed. Not exactly happy. But there was something warm bubbling up inside me, pushing at all that darkness trapped around my heart.

It was a thrill, more of a rush to be out here. Easily I had slid out the window and climbed down the window sills. Josh had promised he'd cover for me incase anyone asked.

Curling my toes, I wiggled slightly in the long grass beneath me. I could get used to this.

"Found you." a voice hissed in my ear. A shadow fell across my face, and I immediatly grew cold with dread. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, too afraid to open them.

Slender fingers wrapped around my upper arm, "Think you could just run away? Get up."

I cracked an eye open, jolting at the sight of Zayn hovering above me. His face was set in a mask of anger and mild frustration. You could tell he wasn't in the mood to deal with any of this.

"No." I shot back, trying to sound braver then I actually was. On the inside I was shaking like a leaf, scrambling to find a place to run and hide.

Zayn blinked, "What did you just say."

I attempted to peel his fingers off of me, "I said no. I'm trying to enjoy the sun and get away from my twisted life."

"Huh?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm twisted." I sighed, closing my eyes again.

My arm was almost yanked from my socket as Zayn jerked me to my feet. His hands trapped my wrist, reaching down to scoop up my shoes before tugging me towards his car parked a little ways away.

"I'm not in the mood for your antics right now Katie." Zayn growled, pulling my behind him like a child. The sun suddenly didn't feel as warm as it did moments ago.

I dug my heels into the ground, squirming in his tight grip "Why do you always feel so obliged to take care of me? I'm fine on my own!"

Zayn stopped so suddenly, I crashed into him. His shoulders were hunched and back muscles taunt as he threw down my shoes. Whirling around, he stepped towards me angrily. I took a step back.

"That's just it!" he thundered, towering over me "You think you're fine on your own Katie! But you don't see just how pretty and innocent you are, people can easily manipulate you! You think everyone is nice, but people will take advantage of you!"

With every step he took towards me, I stepped away until I felt my back hit the rough bark of a nearby tree. His body instantly was pinned against mine.

"The world is a bad place." he whispered, leaning down close to me "And you're too sweet to be out there alone. Something could happen. I don't want you getting hurt."

Our faces were so close together, I could make out every eyelash and the little freckle on his nose. Looking into his eyes you could parts of him had broken off and were floating around, how he was tired and just as upset as me.

His warm breathe fanned over my face, feeling the soft thump of his heart beating alongside mine. And it happened.

Suddenly his lips came crashing down, onto mine and pinning my head back onto the tree. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. Soft lips pressed against mine hurriedly, putting so much pressure on my mouth my head began to spin. I put my hands up on his chest, attempting to push him off.

Maybe it was because he were tired. Depressed and exhausted and just looking for a little affection, human contact and love that might fill our dreary existance. Maybe it was the fact he had just spilled his heart out to me, tension rising with every second.

His slender fingers trailed down my waist, stopping at the edge of my shirt. I felt his hand creep up under the fabric, brushing along the bare skin of my stomach.

"Zayn." I gasped, pulling away breathlessly.

He continued to kiss me along my jaw and up to my ear, "Hmmm?" he hummed, nuzzling me.

"What....what are you doing?" I stammered, attempting to squirm away from him.