Time Bomb ⇨ larry a.u ✔

09

"Forest. Have you got any eyes and ears on Ashton?" Styles asked Forest through the mic quietly once he moved the last body against the wall.

"He's alright, that's for sure." Styles smiled. "But some of the prisoners have him. On the 5th floor where you guys need to get out. Zayn is also with them."

Styles felt a blast of joy. Zayn was alive. So was Ashton.

"How do we get there?"

"Well the whole 4th floor is clear. So right by the cafeteria is another elevator. Be careful because there's two prisoners guarding the doors. They're armed." Forest said.

"Thanks." Styles grabbed the gun from Louis and put a silencer on it along with his own gun.

"What's going on?" Louis asked.

"Well, your friend is alive. And so is mine. Level five. Two men by the elevator doors." Styles pushed the gun back to Louis.

"Ashton is alive?" Louis whispered and looked at the wall, then started smiling like a five year old.

"Yes now let's go."

Styles jogged to the elevator and pressed level five. The doors opened and him and Louis walked in. The doors closed.

"Who is your friend?" Louis leaned against the wall and looked over at Styles who had a finger on his trigger.

"Zayn."

"That's not what I meant, Styles." Louis gave him a flat look.

"There's some things you don't know about me and I would rather it be that way." Styles snapped but softend his tone. "Sorry. I just feel like I am the reason why he's here."

Louis only nodded, leaving it at that. Things that happened in the past are already gone so why would Styles not just say it? Louis wonders how bad it was.

The elevator stopped moving and Styles pointed his gun at the door. Louis copied. The doors opened and the two men were shot down.

"Go down the hallway and go into that room. It's safe there because they're coming towards your direction." Forest warned Styles.

"Come on," Styles said quickly and ran out of the tight room and down to that room. Styles quietly shut the door because he saw the men coming.

"Ashton is with them. So is our friend. They're heading down the boilers room for more survivors."

"Louis, I want you to hide in that closet and don't come out." Styles ordered.

"But-"

"Just do it!" Styles hissed. Louis nodded and hid in the closet.

Styles closed his eyes and took in a deep, quick breath, then opened the door. He pointed his gun at one man who had passed. He saw Zayn but focused. He pulled the trigger and the men fell dead.

Quickly he slipped back into the room and leaned against the wall breathing heavy. Beads of sweat ran down his face.

"Dan, what the fuck?! Who shot him? Zayn go check the rooms!"

Styles could head his heavy footsteps walk and walk. The door knob jiggled. The door opened and Styles pressed his hand against Zayn's mouth and slammed his against the wall. Zayn's eyes were wide and his breathing picked up.

"Zayn, its me. Styles." Zayn glared at him and hugged him. Styles moved his hand from his mouth and hugged him back.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Zayn whispered.

"I was gonna be sent here. They caught me. But instead, I'm here to save the the presidents son and his best friend."

Zayn snorted. "You're doing a bad job."

"Dude Louis is in the closet. I know you have Ashton. I need you to help me get Ashton."

"I will die." Zayn muttered.

"Just distract them and kill them. There's an escape pod somewhere on this floor." Styles explained.

"I'll try."

"Thanks buddy. Wait, what did you do with the case?"

"The train station. Once it cleared I put in the bathroom lockers. The lock is your birthday."

"That was easier than what I thought, thank god." Styles sighed in relief. "Okay, take this and go distract them."

"I already have one, keep it. You'll need it." Zayn pushed the gun back to Styles who smiled at his best friend.

"I am really glad I found you, Zayn." They hugged again and Zayn was off.

Zayn jogged back in up to the group and looked down at the pool of blood around Dan's head. He was a real jackass so Zayn didn't give two shits about him dying.

"What took you so long?" The leader, Troy, asked.

"Um, thought I heard something but it was a rat. I have no idea what happened. Poor Dan." Zayn wasn't really sorry.

"We shoukd keep moving and get Ashton locked up." Troy said and everyone agreed.

Ashton had a rope in his mouth which then tied around his head and his hands were tied up tightly behind his back. Zayn watched him. He didn't plan on hurting Ashton even before he found Styles. The man next to Zayn, Nicholas, hit a gun against Ashton's back, causing him to wince, telling him to start walking. Zayn cringed and walked, pulling out his pistol.

After inhaling a few times, Zayn shot down Nicholas, the two men in front. "Ashton fucking run back!" Zayn yelled.

Ashton was utterly confused but ran. He ran and ran. Until he was pulled into the room with Styles and Louis.

Zayn's gun pointed at Troy. He had his hands up and stared at Zayn.

"What are you doing?" Troy asked calmly.

"I'm tired of standing with you." Zayn sneered.

"Then you will fall with me." Troy smiled, pulling out his gun and shooting Zayn in the chest twice.

Zayn didn't make any noise but blood dropped from his mouth. He fell down to his knees and stared at Troy.

"Well, just you." Troy laughed.

"No, you too." Zayn spoke quietly, blood spitting out slightly.

Zayn shot Troy in both feet then fell down to his side, only have minutes left of survival.

Styles heard the screaming the the four gunshots. His heart started racing and he quickly cut the rope to Ashton's hands before running out to the hallway.

And when Styles saw his best friend lying on the floor with two bullets in his chest and blood dripping from his mouth, he screamed and shot the man kneeling before Zayn as many times as he could with no regrets.

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