Lunatic

Chapter 38.

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Chapter 38.

Will drove onto someone's driveway after we drove a long way. Passing tons of tall trees and around a mountain. I asked him where we were. He told me to ask Zayn, so I did.

"A friend of mine," Zayn said and waited for his friend to walk out. I looked up at the brown two story house. On each corner of the roof, it had two cameras. That got me suspicious.

A man around his twenty's walked out with no shirt on. He had tattoos on his left arm. A bass fish on his lower arm. His hair was long and swept back. Sloppy though. He had some facial hair but he was attractive. Like really attractive.

Zayn got out of the van and gave him a manly hug. They spoke for a moment. I asked Will if he knew who that was. Will nodded. "That's Louis," Louis. Louis was who Will was talking about earlier when we were inside of my room to get my drawings and letters. That's Louis. He seemed just like Zayn.

"He's not really friendly. Only if you have some similarities with him, which I don't with him." Will warned me. Well I don't have tattoos and I don't have a personality where someone has to have common interests. I know this won't go well.

I got out. Not wanting to be like a fragile little kitten in hiding. I wanted to meet this Louis kid that Will was telling me about. I walked up to the to mean looking men and stood by the man I was ultra close to.

"And Louis. Gigi," Zayn didn't say my full name. I was grateful because I was ashamed of my abnormal weird name that I had marked on me forever. Why couldn't my parents give me a normal name? Like Laurena's. Because they wanted you to feel embarrassed. Here I am, embarrassed as hell. Zayn said Gigi so what was I worrying for?

Louis stared at me, then his eyes traveled down then up. He smiled and wow his smile was gorgeous. His hand reached out for me to shake which I gladly did. "Neat. I'm Louis," British as a Russian Roulette. Were all of Zayn's friends British? I thought to myself that soon my Hispanic accent will go away and I will have an Australian accent like Will's. Or British like Zayn and his good looking friend here in front of me.

"I think Eleanor will love her." Louis said to Zayn and pointed to the front wooden door. Zayn nodded and smiled. Pulling me by my waist closer to his side.

"Indeed. The leprechaun will also," Leprechaun?

"Well I hope this isn't all to bad for you Gigi. I have a better home in the UK." Louis HAD to be rich. Houses in the United Kingdom cost more money than dead man's life bargain.

"No, no. It's a beautiful home of yours. It's perfect for Hunter." I said and intwined Zayn and I's fingers together.

"You have a son?" I giggled at his question and shook my head no. "Brother?"

"No. He's the little boy I told you about," Zayn said and nodded for me to go get him. So I did. I came back with the adorable, petite, sleeping boy in my arms.

"Oh, he's asleep. Well take him inside and lay him down inside of any bedroom." Louis said and I looked at Zayn. Should I or not? Zayn nodded and I walked inside. The stairs were carpet, black carpet. I trudged up them and laid Hunter down on a big cozy bed inside of the third bedroom to right side of the hall. He stretched and put his thumb inside of his mouth. That's when I knew he was comfortable. One more hour and he would be awake. I left him there and closed the bedroom door.

Will was taking the grocery bags and putting them on top of the kitchen counter. He was taking trips to. I said I would help him and he told me no. To just go back to Zayn. So I did.

Zayn noticed I was coming his way, his arm went around my waist as his hand covered one cheek of my bum. I looked up at him. Not mean but not all lovey dovey happy. I got his hand away from that spot and was eavesdropped on Louis and Zayn's conversation.