Assassin After My Heart [Zouis]

This Is How I Die.

CHAPTER 21:

LOUIS' POV

"How should we wake him?"

"Should I kiss him?"

Smack!

"Idiot! No, I've a better idea. Let's douse him in holy water."

"Why? He's not a fucking demon! You've been watching way too much Supernatural, man."

I blinked my eyes open, my senses slowly starting to function one by one. And apparently my hearing was the first one to work.

I couldn't see anything for a few seconds, but then I blinked once, then twice, and it looked like I was in a room of sorts. And a pretty fancy room, at that.

Well, at least my hands weren't cuffed anymore. I tried to move my body, and started wiggling. And... then I fell to the ground with a thud. Looks like I was laid on a couch or something. My mind slowly started to clear, and... holy hell! I was kidnapped my Tanner!

"Ah! Four eyes is finally awake!" I heard a voice above me, and I wearily lifted my head up from the fuzzy carpet to see a blonde guy- probably around my age- smirking down at me. Beside him was another guy who looked a bit Asian.

"Who're you? And where am I?" I mumbled, then squeezed my eyes shut as the left side of my head throbbed. Guess I didn't fall unconscious before, I was knocked unconscious. Again.

"I'm Calum," the Asian-looking dude chirped.

"And I'm Luke," the blonde guy added.

"And we brought you here, and you've been out cold the whole night. Apparently, you're Dad's special guest," Luke snorted, air-quoting. "So, he has asked us to place you in this room."

"Mr. Tanner's gonna be with you shortly, Calum informed me.

"So, good luck," Luke added, smirking devilishly. I gulped. I'm guessing Luke is Tanner's son. And he looks evil. Probably like his dad.

"So, bye!" And the two weird lads were gone, leaving me to my own terrified thoughts.

Alright, okay. Calm down Louis. Calm down. I looked around the room- my prison- to distract myself from hyperventilating. The room was the exact opposite of a prison cell though; it was super nice, much like a hotel room. But something tells me that I was certainly not in a hotel.

Alright, okay. Tanner's going to appear in front of me any second. Also known as one of the scariest dudes I have ever come across. And he will have a chat with me, which will turn out good or bad, I have no freaking idea.

I leaned my back against the red velvet couch, bringing my knees to my chest. My mind drifted to Zayn, Liam and the FBI agency. Were they working on rescuing me? Does the President know that I've been kidnapped? Should I have listened to Zayn and hadn't ended up falling into Tanner's trap?

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a metal door being opened, (the room I was kept in had a metal door. Yep, prison.) and I gasped as a smirking guy stepped in. His whole demeanor screamed evil, and he casually sauntered over to me, taking a seat on the couch directly opposite to where I sat frozen, his calculating grey eyes on me.

"So, nice to finally meet you Louis Tomlinson, face to face," the guy that I guess was Tanner spoke, his tone polite but his voice was chilly.

I couldn't speak, just stared at him wide-eyed. Tanner rolled his eyes. "Great. So you're going to be like that? Fine. I'm going to lay my cards out on the table, and after I'm done with that, I will require an answer. Got that?"