•Zayn's POV•
"Blast his fucking head off!" Louis shouted in my ear as I pulled the trigger of the pistol.
The silver bullet shot across the room, hitting the human decoy's fake skull right on target.
"You need to be faster. No mercy." Louis spoke, gliding a hand through his hair. "And hit him in the heart next time."
"You told me to blast his head." I seethed, already annoyed that he had kept me up all night in the shooting range.
"I was testing you. And you failed." He answered, a smirk teasing on his mouth.
"Whatever." I muttered and handed the gun to Harry who was standing to the left of me.
He took the pistol in his right hand, aimed it at one of the decoys, and shot it multiple times. Making me wince at the loud noise piercing my eardrums.
After the shots had been fired, I looked over at the target. It had been completely torn to shreds by the bullets.
"See how Harry does it? He doesn't leave anything behind. No. Mercy." Louis said as Harry sat the gun on the table in front of us.
"That's right. But I don't use a silly gun for what I do." Harry flashed a sinister smile my way before trudging off and back upstairs.
I sighed and scratched the back of my neck, yawning loudly before checking the time on my phone.
"It's nearly five thirty in the fucking morning." I muttered in frustration. "Why am I still here?"
"I'm not even tired." Louis smiled.
"I wonder why." I rolled my eyes before heading over to the bar at the back of the shooting range.
I yanked a beer out of the fridge before popping it open at the edge of the counter and taking a heavy swig, calming the annoyance that was building up inside of me.
"Hey lad, don't be stressed about Chloe. She's fine. Xavier is just fucking with you." Lou tried to comfort as he took a seat on one of the leather stools.
"I know, I know." I waved it off. Silence clouded the basement as I chugged down most of the beer as Louis sat awkwardly, messing with his phone.
"Liam's watching her tonight?" He spoke up.
"Yeah," I sat the bottle on the counter before wiping my mouth. "he should be over there right now."
Louis nodded slowly before looking up at me with a devious smile.
"What?" I questioned.
"Will Chloe mind if there's strippers at the party?" He asked slyly with a smirk.
"If I'm not around the sluts, then no. I don't think she'll give a shit." I shrugged casually before sliding a hand through my hair.
"I'll try to calm Veronica down if she gets too waisted. I don't want her prancing around naked on the kitchen counters like last week.."
"Don't even remind me." I pinched the bridge of my nose, remembering that horrid moment.
"I thought it was pretty hot." Louis winked and I literally had to gulp back dinner.
"Of course you would, you're her boyfriend for fucks sake!" I sighed before throwing the empty beer bottle into the bin.
Louis bursted into fits of laughter as I tried to get those mental images out of my head. He wasn't helping at all. Fuck.
"Louis please, don't ever bring that up again." I moaned in annoyance as he began to laugh harder, clutching onto his stomach for air.
"Fine, fine!" He put his hands up as we began to exit the basement.
