Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

Mess Up His Stupid Mission.

CHAPTER 18:

ZAYN'S POV

I'm such a fucking idiot. After I'd so stupidly given in and kissed Louis, I had laid in bed all night, sleepless, just thinking about what it had felt like. And also, thinking about what a mistake I had made.

And yes, that's why I said sorry to Louis. Poor guy doesn't deserve this. A fucking killing machine with a stone for a heart messing with his emotions. He needs someone who'll actually own up to liking him.

I know I'm confusing him so damn much, but I just can't get my mind straight. He's making me feel things that are too out of my control. A bit hard for me to handle.

I'd promised myself that I'd stay away from Louis, to not give in to my emotions, but Hell, my jealousy and worry had gotten the best of me last night. And Louis just looked so fucking kissable, the way his hair was all messy, his blue grey eyes wide with surprise, and those glasses... damn it! Stop thinking about him like that!

I growled and buried my head under the pillow, willing myself to get at least a little bit of shut eye.

But the frantic ringing of Louis' doorbell shattered all those plans, and I cursed, sliding out of bed and trudging over to the door, to see who was raping the bell at 8 fucking AM in the morning.

I opened the door and was tackled by a blond haired boy, but of course my assassin instincts kicked in, and in a millisecond, I had him pinned against the wall, hands on his throat.

"Zayn. Let. Me. Go!" Niall choked out. I glared at him, and slowly released my grip.

Niall breathed out, rubbing his neck. Then he looked up at me, his eyes red. "Zayn-"

"Nialler? What's wrong?" Louis came out of his room, rubbing his eyes, looking sleepy and so fucking adorable and- Stop. It.

Niall ran over to Louis, grabbing fistfuls of his t-shirt. "Louis, I-I Marcel, he's missing!"

Louis' eyes widened in alarm, and he pulled a slightly hysterical Niall with him over to the couch. "Shh, Ni. Calm down. Why do you think Marcel's missing? He must've gone somewhere and forgot to tell you?"

"No! Marcel always tells me when he leaves this early to go somewhere. A-and he never leaves his glasses!"

"Have you tried calling him?" I asked him, rolling my eyes. Niall shot me a death glare. "He left his fucking phone at home! This is not like him!" Niall moaned, sinking his head into his hands.

"Alright, you have to calm down first, Niall," Louis spoke softly, rubbing his back. "Zayn, I think you should call Liam," Louis murmured, not meeting my eyes.

"Yeah, okay," I muttered and pulled out my phone, speed dialing Liam.

"Ya think I should call the cops?" Niall asked timidly.

"Let's just wait before we do something rash, okay?" Louis soothed.

A while later, Liam arrived, but went back outside to talk to one of the agents standing guard outside. Minutes later, the bell rung, and I got up to let Liam back in as Louis was busy keeping Niall sane. I pulled the door open, then blinked in surprise. "MARCEL?"

Niall scrambled to the door at the sound of Marcel's name, but then seeing him, sighed annoyingly and trudged back to the couch. I frowned at the guy- who apparently wasn't Marcel- standing at the door, and he winked at me. Freaking winked at me.

And then he slipped past me, inside the apartment. "Ah, Louis! There you are!" he crowed, grinning. He had a deep accent. Louis shot him a smile, but anyone could tell it was a bit fake. Seriously, who the fuck is this guy, and why does he look like a hotter, cockier version of Marcel?