Twisted Friendship

Chapter 25

"I didn't know you could dance Zayn." a voice chuckles from nearby. The two of us jolt from our trance, pulling away from each other and stopping our feet from the wild dancing.

Zayn blinks, his eyes settling on the intruder. "Oh," he groans, "Hi Liam."

"Well that wasn't very enthusiastic." Liam replies cockily, flashing me a quick smile. He's leaning against the counter with his strong arms crossed over his chest.

"So you guys are dancing?" Liam asks slowly, brushing his shaggy hair from his eyes. His gaze seems cold and a little upset for some reason.

Zayn shuffles his sneakers slightly, "Yeah. So what? Katie wanted to dance."

Liam pushes himself off the counter and approaches the mess of glass we left laying on the floor, sifting through the shards carefully to pick up the large rock that caused the damage.

"So," he hisses while throwing the rock from hand to hand, "Someone throws something through your window, there is glass all over the floor, and you decide to dance with Katie. She's barefoot."

Zayns eyes flicker down at me, grabbing me by the arm suddenly and swinging me up onto his back with ease. My legs wrap around his waist and arms loop around his neck. His hands curl under my thighs to keep me in place.

"Now she's not on the ground." Zayn scoffs, muscles tensing as he glares .

Liam puffs out his cheeks, letting out a slow sigh "Well you aren't taking very good care of her, are you? I'm surprised you stayed in the flat after this happened. It was so easy to pick the lock to get in. It's not safe here. Maybe I should watch her instead."

I feel Zayns fingers tighten on my legs, and I instinctly lock my arms tighter around him. As much as Zayn could terrify me, I felt truley safe with him. Louis was always the one I stayed with. But with his absence....

"I want to see Louis." I declare. They both ignore me. But suddenly all I wanted to be was at his side, and these two certainly wouldn't let me go on my own.

"You aren't taking her with you, I wont let you." Zayn snaps, "I can watch her."

"Not very well." Liam huffs.

Zayn's eyes harden, "There is no way in hell that I'm letting you take her away from me. It's not happening."

They both stand still, yards apart and glaring angrily at each other with burning eyes, almost daring each other to make the first move. I feel Zayn's hands tighten around me.

"I want to go see Louis please!" I exclaim louder this time.

They both fall quiet, the silence filled with the soft radio music we had on still. "Okay." Liam finally says, taking out his car keys and jangling them together.

"Not now." Zayn argues, "She needs to sleep."

I rest my chin on his shoulder, "Please? I'll sleep later."

He sighs and mutters something unintelligible. Liam smirks. "Go get dressed." he commands, "Zayn, go get her ready."

I stick my tounge out at him, "I can take care of myself. I can get dressed and eat and shower on my own."

"I can help with the shower." Liam jokes. Zayn frowns, eyes darkening as he holds me tighter, almost afraid to let go.

-------------------Later at the hospital-------------------

"Hey Louis." I whisper, taking his lifeless hand. I sit down in the plastic chair beside his bed, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me as I take in my sleeping friend.

His hospital room is empty at the moment. The other boys have coaxed Harry out of the room in an attempt to get some food into him. The only way I can describe him as is looking totally and utterly broken. A type of broken that you can't fix because it's not just their outside that's cracked, but the inside also.

Louis looks skinny and pale under the hospital lights, his hair longer and spread out on the pillow. I watch the faintest rise and fall of his chest.

"I haven't talked to you in a while." I say quietly, giving his hand a squeeze. I know I sound crazy talking to him, but I just have to.

"You've been asleep for a while." I comment idly. A nurse walks by the door and shoots me a worried look.

"Zayns watching me for now. I'm staying at his flat, he kidnapped me from my mom."

Louis doesn't reply, keeps his eyes closed and thin lipped mouth shut.

"I shouldn't of let you get shot. I shouldn't have let them grab me that morning."

But I did and that's a mistake I can't take by. I lace my fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his palm and calluses in his fingers. He looks so delicate. With that feathery hair and angular jaw line and short body that always made him stand on tiptoe in pictures.

Then I feel it. And I know I'm not crazy because I watch it happen right before my eyes. His fingers curl over the slightest bit, and they move. They moved, he moved, part of him moved when it shouldn't of because when you're in a coma you can't move but he moved. He moved.

"Louis?" I whisper, my heart picking up at an unhealthy pace. I fly to my feet so fast my chair bangs against the wall. "LOUIS?" I shout. Squeezing his hand and shaking his shoulder.

And hope is filling up every part of me, bursting with this hope that if he moved he can wake up. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as I lean in close to him.

"Louis." I say. But it's more of a question, a plea.

"You promises to always be there."

And he stays frozen, the machines around him blinking and the quiet sounds of papers rustling in the background.

I let go of him and turn away in frustration, tears burning my eyes. All that excitement comes crashing down with a painful hit. I probably imagined it. "I really am going crazy." I choke.

I sink to the floor, drawing my knees up to my chest and burying my head in my hands. This is unfair, so unfair and screw the world for doing this to me. Screw everything.

But then something makes me stop cold. Makes me freeze up as time slows down, the tick-tick-ticking of the clock echoing through my head. Because I know this. I know this very well.

"Hmm?" someone mumbles faintly from behind me.