Nightmare

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of a door being slammed shut.

"He what?! I'm on my way!" I heard my brother's voice shout. I quickly scrambled out of my bed, put on a dressing gown and ran downstairs.

I walked into the living room to see Zayn picking up his motorbike helmet from where I left it the night before. He walked over to me and tried to get past.

"What's wrong?" I asked not letting him out of the living room.

"Yasmine get out of the way." He trying to push me slightly but I didn't budge.

"Not until you tell me why I was woken at," I glanced to the clock on the wall, "half seven on a Saturday morning."

"You really want to know?" Zayn asked. I nodded.

"Well because of your actions last night Louis got into a fight with Liam. This resulted in Harry wanting his revenge. The revenge will probably be taking place about," he looked at his wrist which had no watch on it, "now." He then barged past me and made his way out of the house.

I stood in the hall and listened to Zayn's roaring bike back out of the driveway.

I sighed and made my way back up stairs. I got into my bed but couldn't fall asleep because one-it was light outside and two - too many thoughts were taking up my mind.

Why would Louis beat up Liam because I kissed him? Louis doesn't even know me. Unless Liam said something. What I don't know. But he probably said something.

Then I began to wonder what Harry's revenge would be. Why would you even revenge that? But I suppose those boys are crazy.

I gave up on trying to sleep after about an hour and got dressed. I put on my usual black skinny jeans and a nirvana T-shirt that used to be Zayn's. I then made my way downstairs and made some breakfast for myself.

I sat down with bacon and two slices of toast. I dug straight in and was enjoying it until the house phone began to ring.

I grunted but made my way to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Yasmine?" Zayn's voice sounded panicky.

"Yes? What's wrong?" I asked beginning to panic myself.

"I need your help."

"Why? What's happened?"

"Please Yasmine."

"What? Zayn tell me what's wrong."

"Louis. It's Louis he's- it's okay mate- he's just been - no Louis stay with me - he's just been stabbed." Zayn went from talking to me to who I presume was Louis.

"Call an ambulance!" I half shouted.

"I can't. Please Yasmine. Please just come out here. You know what to do right? Oh my god. He's going unconscious. Louis! Stay with me!"

"Where are you guys?" I asked.

"You know the scary warehouse we would pass as kids?" I remembered that place very well.

"Yes."

"The alley next to it. But Yasmine before you go wear the leather jacket I got you for your birthday last year. Oh and bring stuff for Louis." The phone then went dead. I did as Zayn told me. I put on the stupid jacket and brought the first aid kit.

I quickly drove to the warehouse. When I pulled outside four big range rovers were parked there and two motorbikes. One belonging to my brother.

I got out of my car and ran to the side of the building to see my brother shirtless since his top was on Louis wound. Louis was also topless so both shirts must of been covering the wound.

"Yasmine! Quick! He's- his heart beat!" Zayn's words came out fast and didn't make much sense. I just ran over and crouched next to Louis.

He was still awake but his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

"You need to call an ambulance! Now!" I shouted to Zayn.

"I can't! Them. The police. We will get caught!" Zayn protested. As he did I had slipped on plastic gloves and brought cloth out of my bag to put on the wound instead of the T-shirts. I took off my leather jacket and threw them next to where the boys' were.

"Zayn if you don't he will die! I can't save him. I can't. I'm not good enough yet!" I pressed the cloth down on the wound and Louis yelped in pain. "Do it!"

"You saved Michael!"

"Yes but he wasn't stabbed as bad as this. Zayn Louis is almost unconscious. He is dying!" Tears escaped my eyes and Louis' bloody hand grabbed my wrist weakly. "Zayn!"

He flinched but brought out his phone and dialled 999.

"Can you keep him awake for five minutes?" Zayn asked crouching down next to me.

"I can try." I muttered. I poured some alcohol over the wound so that it wouldn't get infected. Zayn hung up his phone and looked at his friend.

"You're going to be okay." Zayn whimpered. "Yasmine will help you." Louis grip tightened around my wrist slightly as if he was making sure I was still there. A few moans left Louis mouth as the pain was obviously getting worse.

After a minute of Zayn and I reassuring Louis that he would be okay a siren was heard then I could see the ambulance drive down the street.

Everything happened so quickly and before I knew it I was left alone in the alley with bloody gloves on and blood over my top.

I ripped off the gloves and got out some hand sanitizer that was in the first aid pack. I got the blood off my wrists then picked up the leather jacket I thrown off when I came and put it on.

I made my way out of the alley and my heart started beating incredibly fast when I seen the two familiar faces that caused all this in the first place.