"We're allies, for now. But no funny buissness." Zayn mutters, crossing his muscular arms across his chest. His brown eyes flicker around the room and land on mine.
"Okay I got it-" Niall begins to say, before being cut off abruptly by Zayn. Zayns hand closes around the front of Niall's tshirt, jerking him forward.
"I mean it." Zayn hisses warningly. With a shove he releases the blonde boy suddenly and turns away.
I sigh and attempt to shield my face from the torrent spray of water coming from the ceiling hospital sprinklers. "Can we just leave?" I ask, watching Liam unfold a wheelchair for Louis.
"I'm fine!" Louis huffs, waving him off "I don't need a crappy wheelchair."
He slides out of bed, looking unsteady on his feet. Within seconds his knees have crumpled and he tips backwards, landing with a splash on the tile.
"Louis!" I exclaim, running over and hooking my arm under him. Harry does the same, helping me lift him up and put him in the wheelchair.
Harry's curls have matted down to his forehead, "You just got out of a coma mate. Can't be walking yet."
"But what am I gonna do in a fight?" Louis snaps, blinking rapidly as though to keep from falling alseep "Wheelchair people to death?"
Meanwhile Zayn's gone over to the window, and is peering outside where people have begun gathering in the street. I come up up and stand behind him.
"What's going on?" I ask, pressing against his arm. I watch his face carefully, brown eyes scanning the scene, body muscles tense and ready for battle.
"Damn it!" Zayn growls, spinning around and clamping a hand roughly against my mouth. My shriek of protest gets cut off immediatly. His arm wraps around my waist and tugs me away from the window and against his chest. Jerking away from the window, he backs up against the wall, fingers cold on my skin as we duck out of sight.
"They're out there in the crowd. Waiting for us to evacuate." Zayn sighs. His hand doesn't move from where it's pressed to my mouth. He seems oblivious to the position I'm in.
"We can use a back exit." Harry suggests, wheeling Louis towards the door. Zayn nods and grabs my wrist, tugging me behind him.
"Wait." Niall says, blue eyes crinkled in a mild mix of disgust and confusion "You can't just jerk her around like that."
Zayns fingers tighten around my small arm. "What?"
Niall comes over tentatively, taking my hand gently and attempting to shake Zayns hand off. "Don't you think you're a little rough with Katie? You just jerk her around like she's a rag doll. You gotta be gentle, she's a small girl."
Soft hands lace with mine, pulling me out of Zayns death grip. Red spots stay from where his hand was previously.
Zayn's eyes darken, shoulders tensing as he stares at us. I shift uncomfortably in Niall's hand, unsure what to do. "How dare you-"
"Nows not the time Zayn." Liam huffs, pushing Louis out the door and sloshing through the hallway. The wheelchair bumps into a table that tipped over.
"At least let me have some dignity by driving me around right." Louis pleads. And as Zayn glares at Niall and Niall stares right back, the brown against blue and fury against calm, I know this is just going to be more trouble.
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"Take a right up here." Niall explains, sitting shotgun in Liam's car as he gives him directions to his house.
After sneaking out the back entrance of the hospital, we all piled into the car, Louis passed out in the back seat with Harry, and me next to Zayn.
Zayn runs a finger down my arm, examine the goosebumps on my exposed skin. "You're freezing." he murmurs, pushing my wet hair from my cheek.
I flinch under his touch, "Yeah well, I'm kind of soaked through from the water."
And what a sight we would be if we got pulled over. 5 boys and one girl soaking wet with an unconscious hospital escapee wearing only a hospital gown who just woke up from coma.
"You might catch a cold." Zayn sighs, eyebrows furrowed with worry. He reaches under the seat for a moment, extracting a dry sweatshirt. "Here. It's Liam's. Put it on."
But instead of handing it to me, his fingers close around the hem of my tshirt and begin to tug it up, going halfway to my stomach before I smack his hand away.
"Zayn!" I shriek, pushing my shirt back down.
He looks confused, "What? What's wrong?"
"You don't just take someone's shirt off!" I exclaim, throwing the sweatshirt in his face.
"But I was just trying to help." Zayn mutters, unsure what the problem is.
Niall twists around in the front seat, "Mate. Don't you know how to treat a girl?"
He shrugs, fiddling with the sleeve of the sweatshirt, bunching the fabric up. "I'm worried about her." he says bashfully, dropping the dark demeanor.
His brown eyes peek up at me through long lashes, "Sorry, I don't really do the relationship thing. I don't know how it works."
"Well you don't have to totally control them." I say, rubbing my hands up my arms.
His teeth come down and bite his lower lip, "But I want to protect you. I want to take care of you."
Zayn says it with such honesty, a confused look on his face as he stares at the sweatshirt in his hand. In his mind he just wants to help me, making sure I'm not cold or hurt or scared because if I'm with them I'm safe. And safe is all they want.
He used to always have girls around him. They like his darkness, the bad boy aura he gives off. But then he came to me and stumbled around because I didn't just want to hook up and I wasn't like the rest.
"Zayn." I say, because I can't think of anything else.
"Let me help you." he says, "Just let me protect you."
"It's not your job to protect me." I argue, biting down on my nails nervously.
He gently tugs my hand from my mouth, "But I want it to be."
"Here we are." Niall exclaims as we pulls into a driveway. Zayn tugs the sweatshirt over my head, rolling up the sleevs as they flop past my wrists. He grabs the strings and yanks me closer to him, breathe smelling like coffee and toothpaste and cigarette smoke.
"Whether you want it or not, I'm taking care of you."
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Twisted Friendship
Fanfic"Growing up, I was always told to surround myself with good people, yet here I am with you." ------------ (warning this was my first ever fanfic and it is very predictable and cliche and bad and doesn't display my current writing ability. Liter...
