(AN)
So, since I couldn't decide I decided to make it a three-way Znouis, so, yeah, hope you like it.
Warning: Mentions of rape at the beginning (Start of Rape)
#NerdSwag
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(>^.^)>Louis' P.O.V.<(^.^<)
I sigh as I make my way home for the night. I was at work since three this afternoon, and just going home now around one thirty... In the morning. I hate working at Quality Pork, but it pays the bills every month. ((I totally just used my dads' hours of working time, lolz, and where he works)) Liam, my best mate, had a date with his boyfriend, Harry, so he took my car before I got to go to work, so now I'm stuck walking. But you know, it's not creepy at all here. Note the sarcasm. Suddenly, I'm thrown against the building I was by-passing, and groan in pain. Not fucking cool man. "Your going to do as I fucking say, got it?" A gruff voice says in my ear, the man. I nod shakily. "Turn around." He demands, I quickly turn around, and /feel/ him eyeing me up and down, "You got a nice ass," He pauses, "And I'm going to demolish it." He growls, I don't even want to think about what he means, I know it's just /going/ to happen. And no one can stop it. As he starts touching me, and I /think/ there might be another pair of hands, I whimper.
"No, your going to leave him alone Harry, and Liam." ((No, not the same Harry and Liam)) A voice from behind us says, the hands are suddenly gone.
I turn around, and see four people, the two closer ones the rapists. "What makes you say that?" One of them questions the other two, I look at them, and my eyes widen, Niall and Louis, the two wonderful Angels from the /story/ books... Are /real?/
"If you do rape that boy right there, your going straight to hell, I can make /sure/ of it." Zayn, the darker haired one, says. The two men that were going to rape me, look at each other, and laugh. "If you don't believe us.. We can prove it to you.." Zayn trails off, the men in front of me, look at each other again, and then to the two Angels' and nod. Zayn and Louis look at each other, and smirk. They shrug off their jackets, and take their shirts off. I drool at the sight of the two hottest men, I've ever seen, topless. Then my attention gets grabbed by the blinding light they gave off, before Wings appear on their backs. I smile softly, that should make them leave me alone, hopefully they will. And then rot in hell. I smirk at the thought of the two rotting away in hell. The two in front of me look at each other, again, before taking off, I didn't notice I was crying, until Zayn wiped my cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's okay now. You're safe from the evilness tonight." He coos, I silently thank him, by hugging him and Niall.
"Thank *hiccup* you."
*(*(TWO WEEKS LATER)*)*
(>^.^)> Louis' P.O.V. <(^.^<)
It's been two weeks since that night, and I miss the two Angels. Very much. I haven't seen them since that day, but today might, /might/ be different, I have to walk home again, and this time, I am avoiding that spot, where Niall and Zayn saved me. I don't know why I am, but I am. As I walk the longer way home, I feel someone following me. Dammit. Not again. Please, not again. I just ignore it, and keep walking home. Which was probably my first mistake. "Oi! You!" I hear the familiar voice of one of my rapists say. I tense up, please no. I turn around slowly, not before noticing shadows moving in the, well, shadows. I freeze up when I'm fully turned. "Hey, he's the same boy from that one night!" The one to the left exclaims smirking, "Your Angels aren't here to save you tonight. Your ours." He smiles a wolfish grin, I grimace, and cower away as he reaches a hand up to my face.
"Such a pretty face," He says lowly, "Some one with such a pretty face shouldn't be out here at this time alone. We can /take care of you./" The way he says it, makes my skin crawl. I'm shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, and I'm petrified. I wish the two Angels would show up and save me, but I doubt it. But hey? I think I can act my way out of this. By acting like I want it. I frown in disgust in my head at the God-awful plan. Oh well, if I act like I want it, maybe they won't want me.
