"THERE IS THE BODY OF OUR ENEMY LAYING IN THE HALLWAY!" Liam shouts, grabbing Louis by the shirt collar and yanking him backwards. "Now is not the time to cuddle!"
I was released from the warmth of his hug. "Aww." Louis groaned, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout. "But don't worry, I'll make sure I catch up with her later."
He cast me a mischievous smirk from behind Liam's shoulder and winked. A blush immediatly lit up my cheeks, drawing my gaze to stare at the chipped polish on my toes.
"Why is there a body in my hallway." Niall asked slowly, blue eyes scrunching in disbelief. He looked at us pleadingly.
"It's blocking the hallway." Louis points out.
"You make it sound like he's dead." Harry exclaimed, "It's an unconsious body."
Niall frowned. "That doesn't make it any better."
Zayn picked up the baseball bat from the ground, swinging it idly in his hands. "What are we suppossed to do with him?"
"I dare you to touch him." I whisper, backing up to hide behind Louis.
"Oh hell no."
Crouching down on his heels, Zayn carefully poked the bat out and nudged Adam's sleeping form. Adam flinched, making us all scream and jump back a few feet.
"Holy shit!" Harry shrieked, grabbing the bat and throwing it at Adam on the floor. It missed by a mile, and instead went sailing into the wall, crushing a large hole in the plaster and sending paint chips and wall chunks scattering. Dust settled across the floor.
The room went quiet. "Why am I letting you guys stay here?" Niall groans.
I can feel myself trembling as I hide behind Louis, fisting the fabric of his t-shirt. Burying my head into his back, I breathe in his warmth and fresh shower smell and attempt to calm my racing heart.
"Katie?" His voice vibrates down my spine. "Whats wrong?"
Soft hands curl over mine, gently untangling my hands from the shirt. I merely tighten my grip.
"There is a man's body on the floor." I whisper, voice muffled as I press my cheek against him. The heat from his skin can be felt through his shirt.
"Well you're the one who hit him." Harry retorts. There's the sound of someone being smacked. "But at least he's alive." he finishes weakly.
Zayn let's out a hollow sigh. I peek around Louis, watching as Zayn runs a hand through his rumpled hair. He furrows his brow in thought, tounge poking out subconsciously between his lips.
"So people are coming after us." he says slowly. Without warning, he sits down on the ground, cross legged amid the rubble from the wall. Plaster crunches beneath him.
"We need a plan!" Liam declares, wiping paint chips from his hair.
Zayn holds his hand up. "No. Guys, I know you've been trying to avoid this, but it has to happen."
The vibe in the room suddenly suddenly shifts, becoming eerily quiet as a I feel a sense of unsettling stir.
"What?" I ask, emerging from behind Louis. His arm reaches around and loops around my waist.
"But why?" Fingers tighten on my skin. "Are you sure we can't just avoid them?"
Louis's voice is dripping with pleading, with desperation. A warning bell goes off in my mind. Something's not right, clear the dust from your mind, because something's wrong.
"Tell me what's going on." I say forcefully, voice trembling as I attempt to sound brave. "Please."
Nobody answers for a minute. A clock ticks from somewhere in the house, a reminder that time is still moving and we aren't perpetually frozen with this question hanging in the air.
Niall seems to be in the same position as me. "Um, sorry but I'm new to this whole group. And I have no idea what's going on."
Zayn picks up a large chunk of wall, "We gotta leave town."
"Run away?" I exclaim, staring at him curiously.
"Yeah," he says this slowly, clearly hesitant to continue. "I know it seems cowardly, but this is just the beginning. There will be way more, and we are clearly off our game."
"And?" I say, nudging him to continue.
He looks up, brown eyes meeting blue. "But you're not coming with us."
It takes a moment for those words to register. I backpedal, mind whirring to come up with a definition to those words.
I stare at him for a moment. "What?"
Zayn closes his fist around the chunk of wall in his palm, smashing it to dust that floats to the floor. "It's too dangerous." he mutters,"People are looking for you. We just need to bring you home, then you'll be safe."
"I can protect her!" Louis huffs, stepping forward. "She'll be fine, we can bring her with us-"
"You're still weak from coma!" Zayn interrupts. His eyes darken warningly. "I don't want to do this anymore then you do."
"We just want you safe." Liam whispers.
The words are still jumbled in my head. "You're leaving me behind?" I repeat.
Zayn nods slowly,"We thought that by keeping you with us, that it would protect you. Then you'd always be around and we can always have an eye on you. But instead it dragged you into all the crap in our lives, and now you're in danger. It's our fault." He sighs again, "If it wasn't for us, you'd be living a safe, normal life, with normal friends."
Harry moved to stand in front of me. "But I don't want her to go."
Leave? They were honestly going to just leave town, and expect me to stay here and go on with life and do normal things like school and work and just go back home everyday acting as though none of this never happened?
They would be gone. There would no us, there would be me, by myself. Katie a.k.a normal girl whose four best friends are off hiding without her.
I think the main reason I always tried to get away from them was because I knew they would always come after me. I would be chased, tracked, and it felt nice they loved me so much.
"But you can't." I stammer, backing up against Louis's chest. His heart was thumping rapidly.
Zayn stares at me with a broken gaze."Why not?"
"Maybe I don't want to be normal." I whisper, "Maybe I'd rather be with you guys."
"I don't care what you want. Your safety comes first."
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Twisted Friendship
Fanfiction"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...
