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What the actual fuck?
Greece?!
That's where he went?!
My head is spinning. Just when I thought that the tension in the air couldn't get any thicker, Zayn has to reveal that he was there. He was there, too. With Zayn.
I take a few steps back while my hand frantically moves back and forth in order to find my coat. Growling, because my very blind search is obviously taking too long, I whip my body around and snatch my coat and scarf. My red hot fire of unmeasurable anger extinguishes only slightly. Only slightly. Because the angel hopefully resting just looks so peaceful on my bed. I feel the stone cold obsidian in my eyes slowly ripple and reduce back to the original muddy hue of my irises. My heart starts to beat erratically and my knees tremble and wobble until I can barely stand. God, he is just so beautiful. So pretty. Just his presence alone is almost enough to completely wash away the remaining sizzles of wrath.
Almost.
Because I suddenly remember that Zayn is in the same room as me. And the fire is suddenly rekindled. And that's when I remember what I have to do. Where I have to go.
I quickly turn around and snatch the black-knit scarf and slightly rough coat from wherever I threw them during my one-sided brawl with the panther shapeshifter's face. My feet stomp and carry me towards the bedroom door. Louis and Harry, completely shocked with my sudden change of emotions, don't have enough time to even think of the idea to move out of my way. Two low growls of annoyance ring from both my right and left as I allow my shoulder to bulldoze my way through the vampire and werewolf. I don't even make it halfway to the wide open doorframe before I hear the itching irritation and hot frustration pouring out of the signature airy scratchiness from the storm cloud eyed vampire.
"And where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asks angrily.
His tone of voice doesn't even faze me at this point. I halt at an alarmingly slow pace. The floorboards underneath my feet squeak and whine under the agonizingly heavy pressure of my body turning on the balls of my feet. I don't even have to lift my emotionless eyes to feel the tingling from the scrutiny of Louis's brooding stormy irises and the confusion spilling from Harry's laser emerald eyes. My eyes shift from them to the silently panting amber-eyed hostage and suddenly a smirk tugs at the corners of my lips.
"Out," I answer while pulling my arms through the sleeves of my coat. "And make sure that Zayn doesn't get out of the ropes."
The panther weakly lifts his bloodied and bruised face at the sound of his name. With the remaining strength in his body, I see Zayn look directly at me with his golden honey eyes through his dark eyelashes. And something in the pit of my stomach churns uncomfortably. Because I see the flicker of a flame that I don't want to see. Determination.
"Y-y-you h-ha-hate me. And th-th-that's fine," Zayn breathes out shakily. He inhales and immediately starts to cough from the exertion of the breath. I smirk at the pain twisting his expression. What a pussy.
"But that doesn't change the fact that I don't regret a single damn thing I did. Because I did nothing wrong. And once you find out these answers, maybe you'll push your fucking pride aside and see that I'm right."
The smirk immediately leaves my lips and pulls down into a deep frown. Tension slips and hooks its sharp claws into the air. I can most definitely feel the tension grab hold of Louis and Harry's flickering expressions of doubt and confusion. I quickly shake my head and force myself to take steps - regardless of how shaky - towards the door. I can't stay here. There's someone I need to have a serious talk to.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
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