Survivors (One Direction/Zombie)

Chapter 11

Nialls POV


I run my hand through my way too long hair. I think it needs a proper cut.

I admire the clean bathroom and search for a pair of scissors. Usually, I wouldn't dare touch my hair, or Lou would kill me. But..Lou isn't here.

She hadn't come with us to the UK, she was supposed to meet us here a week after we landed. I just hope she's doing okay.

I sigh in frustration, where are those bloody scissors?

I shut the cabinets and go out into the hall. Maybe someone else has something to cut my hair with.

My sock covered feet didn't make a sound as I padded through the hall. It was late afternoon, and I guess everyone had their own thing to do.

It's been pretty dull around here, since the lads and I didn't know how to fight. Sure, I can throw a punch, but what good does that do if the Grayie just bites your fist off?

"Why are you wandering around like a lost puppy?" I hear a voice behind me chuckle.

I spin around and I'm met with icy blue eyes.

"You don't happen to have some scissors?" I ask Winnie, continuing to walk down the hall.

She jogs a bit to catch up, wearing a frown on her slightly dirty face.

"Why do you need scissors?" She asked suspiciously.

I shrug, not answering. I've been wary of her and Viv ever since they took Liam to the hospital. They might've took us in, but that doesn't mean I completely trust them.

She placed one hand on my chest and stopped me from moving forward.

I glance over at her and see that her frown hasn't left her face, her eyes narrowing.

"Why do you need scissors?" She asked again but this time, in a more demanding tone.

"Why is it any of your business?" I reply casually, folding my arms in front on my chest.

Her eyes flickered and her pink lips were in a thin line.

"Look, I know things are bad and seems hopeless, but believe me 'checking out' isn't the answer-"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" I yelp, my eyes widening.

She freezes her eyes widen as well.

"I just wanted to cut my hair." I breathe.

She pauses, then nods slowly, her blond hair bobbing.

"O-oh, oh um, yeah, d-downstairs bathroom." Winnie stuttered awkwardly rubbing her arms.

I smile lightly and nod, making a beeline for the stairs.

I get to the bottom step when I hear her call my name.

"What was that?"

"I said, do you need help cutting it?" She repeated, slowing her descent down the stairs.

I pondered the question, deciding that I did want to look somewhat presentable.

"Sure."

Winnie grinned, her eyes twinkling excitedly and she bounced down the last step.

"Why are you so happy?" I chuckled as she tugged on my wrist towards the bathroom.

"It's been ages since I've done a 'makeover'. I was quite good at it." She responded smugly. I just shook my head at her cute giggle and allowed myself to be dragged away.







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Zayn's POV


I walked aimlessly around the house, searching for Carrie.

I'm not sure why, but I guess I'm not afraid of her much anymore.

She was sweet honestly, even if she was a bit jumbled in the head. And I enjoyed her random conversations and backwards thinking.

She did actually make sense, you just had to look at it the right way.

I check the downstairs bathroom, only to be greeted with Niall inspecting himself in the mirror and Winnie beaming proudly behind him.

I noticed his hair was different. It was shorter on the sides and back, and longer on top and tousled to the side. His blonde locks were gone, and he was completely brunette.

It looked different, but in a good way.

"Whaddya think mate?" He asked, grinning broadly as he patted his hair.

"Gotta say, it suits you well. Did you do that?" I ask Winnie.

"Yep."

I nod in approval and leave them to it.

They seemed to be getting closer, and I smile slyly to myself.

"Carrie?" I called out, my voice bouncing off the walls and echoing back to me.

"Zayn?"

"Where are you?" I ask in confusion. I could hear her clearly but she was no where in sight.

"Up here." She giggled.

I look above me and my jaw drops in shock.

On the ceiling was a twisting tangled web of ropes, blankets and comforters. Carries head poked off the side and she had a crazy grin on her face.

"Come up!" She called down to me.

I raise my eyebrows,

"How?"

She said nothing and disappeared back in the nest.

Suddenly a rope made of torn bed sheets drops down, brushing the floor beside me.

"Climb you pumpkin!"

The room fills with her giggles and I shake off any remaining shock, only to be filled with amazement. I chuckled with her and tugged lightly on the top.

Seemed secure enough, and if she can do it...

I surprisingly start to climb, forgetting any doubts and make my way up.

Thank god I was fit, otherwise this would be awful.

I finally reach the top and roll on the net, still holding tightly underneath me.

I look up and my jaw drops once more.

Will this girl never surprise me?

The net was about ten by ten feet, all hooked into the wall with industrial nails and screws.

Pillows of different shapes, sizes and colors are scattered as well as beautiful patterned and plain comforters and sheets.

Carrie sat in the middle of it all, a light blue blanket on her shoulders and a soft smile.

Christmas lights are taped to the ceiling and an extension cord runs down from the net.

"W-what?" I stutter, looking in awe.

"It's my secret place. I made it myself." She explains, admiring the makeshift room herself.

"Carrie, this is beyond incredible! Does anyone know about this?" I ask quietly, lightly flicking a Christmas light.

She shook her head and shrugged. Her short brown dreads were out of their usual ponytail and hung loosely, framing her face.

"Nope, and you mustn't tell." She held a finger to her lips, making sure I got the message.

I chuckled and nodded, laying back myself in the soft blankets.

And I looked up at the hand made stars.


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