Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

Want Me To Prove It?

CHAPTER 13:

LOUIS' POV

Today was just another typical day. The typical ol' day where an assassin is rooming with me, wrecking my stuff, and where my life is in danger and I don't know if I'm gonna be alive tomorrow. Wait, nobody knows if they'll be alive tomorrow. Except time travellers.

Oh well.

Liam had came over today as well, just like he had been for the past couple of days. Hm, he must really miss his best friend. Or maybe, he's just here for the free food. But Liam was currently making breakfast for three in my kitchen, so who the hell was I to complain?

"Thanks again Liam," I grinned at the brown haired lad, who smiled cutely in response.

"No problem. I know you and Zayn eat burnt toast everyday, so hey, I'm actually doing a good deed."

"Hey!" Zayn and I protested simultaneously, but neither one of us added anything further, cos we knew Liam spoke the cold, hard truth.

The boys told me that yesterday, they had a talk with Bryson on the phone. They all think that Tanner, the psycho is planning his next move carefully, and he's not attacking, so as to slacken our defenses. I don't know if I should be relieved that I've two teenagers protecting me, or if I should be scared shitless.

"Sorry Lou, you can cook. Alright?" Liam asked me, setting down a glass of apple juice and jokingly pecking my cheek. I laughed, playfully pushing him away.

We were both startled by the sound of a door slamming shut, and turned around to find Zayn's kitchen stool empty.

"Well, someone's a bit jealous," Liam smirked.

I looked at him, a hand covering my mouth. "Oh? So do you and Zayn have a thing?"

Liam looked at me blankly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. "No, you dolt! Zayn is jealous that I'm all friendly with you, and he isn't."

I placed my hands on my hips. "Seriously, Liam? Why the hell would Zayn be jealous of you?"

"Cos I think he fancies you," Liam whisper-told me.

My eyes widened comically. "Really? How do you know?"

"Cos he told me so."

"He did?!"

Liam coughed awkwardly. "No, of course he didn't. I know him Louis, and I know how to analyze his behaviour."

"B-but, how can Zayn fancy me? Is he even into guys? And he hates me!"

"Does he, now? I'm not stupid, Louis. I knew something happened that day in Zayn's room."

I blushed, looking away. "Yeah, something happened alright, and you interrupted it," I mumbled under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing," I grinned sweetly.

"You do have feelings for Zayn, right?"

"N-no, of course not!" I squeaked.

"And to answer your other question, yes, Zayn Parker is gay, and he fancies you. But he's too chicken shit to realize it," Liam spoke. "So, I've a plan for that."

"O-oh?"

"Mhmm," Liam stepped closer to me, and my eyes widened. "W-what, Liam?"

"We're going to make Zayn jealous," Liam whispered in my ear, and I shivered at his proximity.

"O-okay?"

"Louis, do you know that you're gay?"

"W-what? No, I'm not!" I protested.