Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 27 - Repudiating the Inevitable

                 Preposterous. Richard was dead.

                Actually…he wasn’t.

                He just- disappeared.

                But he was probably dead.

                The latter was so much easier to believe because as I furiously tried to control myself, there was only one pair of sharp eyes staring straight into my soul. 

                The pair of eyes that belonged to Louis.

Chapter 27 - Repudiating the Inevitable

"Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment." - John 7:24

                “Ice…oi Ice…Icy Icy Icy Icy Ice!”

                “WHAT?”

                Well that shut him up.

                I blinked out of my frozen daze, dazing into Louis’ ocean blue eyes. Or ice blue eyes. Ice cold blue eyes.

                I shook my head.

                “Sorry Niall, what?”

                “Uh, you kinda zoned out after ‘Rha’.”

                “Did I? Or was I just pausing for effect?”

                He raised his eyebrows. “On the second syllable of the word?”

                I shrugged. “It’s my thing.”

                I seriously had to get my head out of this Richard thing. He’s gone, and gone for good. Louis had nothing to do with it. I was probably just imagining stuff. I knew I wasn’t, but I didn’t have time to think about it now. I had to focus on my assignment.

                But what was it the voice in my head said? Check out about banishment? Why would I?

                It was just trying to drag me down. That meant we were close to getting the Crystals.

                Oh shoot two days left.

                Anyway.

                “Okay.” I shook my head quickly, as if doing that would shake out all unrelated thoughts.

                But…why would Rick care about Zayn finding the Renegades’ emblem on the arrow?

                Shoot, was Rick-

                Think later. Translate now.

                I shook my head again to clear the thoughts.

                “The second Crystal, the Rhasylum- Okay I am legit pissed with this book.”

                “What’s wrong now?” Harry asked.

“The ink is freakin reforming itself again.” It was. Like it was moving. Again. But as they waltzed around and reformed themselves, my eyebrows budged towards the centre as the ink turned red, blood red. I had a gut-dropping feeling about this. And as the words finally settled down to their new shapes, the negativity I felt was confirmed. I scanned over the words as my head spun, spun to the point of the world blurring to the point I was almost unconscious.