Innocent Rebellion (Ziall/Larry)

Chapter 14

So guys I make notes while I write and sometimes forget to erase them Ha.. But anyways... Here is chapta 14 one more then the epilogue.. I think?.. And then off to a new Ziall story ;) which is up by the way and I will finally finish BM I think ima rewrite it again though ;-; sorry xx

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Chapter 14

-Louis-

"What?" I yelled angrily at Liam. He flinched and stepped back slowly.

"I said-" I cut him off. I could feel my blood boiling.

"I know what you said. Harry is hurt and it's all your fault. And here I was accusing Zayn. Gosh now I have to apologize." I mumbled the last two sentences.

"I'm sorry Lou. I felt lonely."

"That doesn't give you the fucking right to burn the fucking school down!"

"Zayn did it and you didn't yell at him!"

"Zayn is a FUCK UP AND YOU ARE NOT I DON'T EXPECT THIS FROM YOU!"

"Thanks." I heard someone say from behind me. I turned to see Zayn helping the paramedics get Niall on the truck.

"No.. Wait...Zayn.. I didnt mean it."

"No.. No it's fine." He said close to tears. I mean he was already in tears -because of his current situation with Niall- but I ment more tears.

"Zayn." I said trying to grab his arm. He yanked it from my grip.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm sick and tired of you pretending that you like me. I'm sorry you hate me, I'm sorry your parents wanted another child and chose me! I'm sorry." He said hopping into the back of the ambulance truck.

"Zayn!" I yelled, sad. I didnt mean it. I swear I didn't. The doors closed and they were off I was ready to go running after it but then I heard Harry's whimpers and I looked over at him. "Baby." I gasped. "I'm here. I'm sorry." I kissed his cheek and got in the back of the ambulance and helped them get Harry in. They closed the door and we were off. Leaving Liam standing there. "Are you okay?" I asked holding his hand. He looks like he can breathe now maybe they gave him an inhaler or something.

"My face hurts." He whimpered. It should, it even looks painful to look at.

"They're gonna help you, and your gonna feel better okay?" I said reassuring him, I felt as if I was babying him, so I let go of his hand and sat there in silence as the paramedics did their job. He kept whimpering but I didn't do anything but sit there.

"Lou." He whimpered.

"What is it Harold." I said using his real name, instead of Harry -not that Harry was a fake name? [im sorry I confused /myself/ haha] He then screamed and I panicked. "W-what are you doing to him?!"

"Where cleaning the wound with some alcohol. It's nothing /to/ serious, nothing a white bandage couldn't heal." He said as if Harry's wound were nothing but a tiny scratch.

"Do you want me to hold your hand?" I asked timidly. Harry wiggled a finger up and down, so I took that as a yes and grabbed his hand. Everytime they would pour some on him he would let out a squeal and tighten his grip on my hand. "Do you want to bite on something?" I asked.

"Y-yea."

"Okay. Erm..." I looked around looking for anything to let him bite on. I didnt see anything so I took off my shirt. I rolled it up and stuffed it in his mouth. He was starring up at me with lustful eyes but when they poured a little more alcohol on, he bit down and clawed down my bare chest, leaving scratch marks that burned like hell. I mean I know he's a scratcher but lets just say he's never left them on my front side.