Three of Them (Zourry)

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Wow it's already the fortieth chapter

Zayn's pov

I almost killed Louis.

That was my fault. Killing some cops or some incompetent dealers were one thing. But killing Lou?

Shit. I almost died from the thought that he died.

I'd rather not live at all than live in a world without him. He was half of me, the better half. Without him I'd be a drug lord who killed people. A horrid person. A criminal, wanted by the FBI.

Louis was the only good thing about me. And it was ironic because he was not me. I couldn't lose him. I just couldn't.

My mind couldn't stop playing the scene.

I was thrusting the dildo in and out of his spread legs. And Louis just started shaking. His body was vibrating slowly. I thought that was normal. I heard muffled sounds from his mouth. And I thought that was normal too.

Maybe it was, but when Louis started to shook more violently, literally he was trashing around, and I think if it wasn't muffled by the fake penis, he'd be screaming on top of his lungs.

That's when I thought it was too much, way too much, maybe.

"Fuck." I swore out and pulled the dildo out of his ass, throwing it away.

But then the thrashing stopped. His body went completely still. Like a dead guy. Like when I choked someone to death. They'd trash around trying to fight back, then just lost any energy and went limp.

I panicked. I took off the blindfold, the gag, and the clamps as fast as I could. I was so scared. He looked so fucking lifeless.

"Lou, are you alright? Lou? Fuck." I took the hot limp body of my boyfriend in my arms. His skin was burning up. So hot. And not in a good way.

He didn't respond. I put a finger in front of his nose but there was no air coming out. He wasn't breathing. I felt tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Louis! Please, Louis. Damn it, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Instead of doing anything, I just held him and cried, why the fuck was I so useless? I could've given him a CPR. I could've called an ambulance.

But no. I was that useless.

Yes, I was used to situations like this, watching people almost died. And I usually knew what to do. I gave most CPRs in the organization because everyone knew I like guys.

But this was so different. It was Lou. He meant too much to me. I just couldn't stay calm and to the rational thing. I just panicked and do absolutely nothing.

But then his eyes fluttered open and he gasped for air. And I had never felt such joy and relief. Thank God he wasn't dead.

If he was, I'd probably just kill myself. He was the reason for my existence and there was no way I could live with myself knowing I killed my everything. Literally.

He was my best friend, my guidance, my lover, my family, my brother, my boyfriend, my partner in crime, my savior, my lifeline. Well, pretty much my everything.

"Louis? Shit. I thought you died. Fuck, I'm so scared, Lou, I'm so fucking sorry." I said as soon as he gained consciousness. He looked at me and seemed to be a little confused.

"Why are you crying, love?" He asked in such a sweet voice. Still very weak but his voice brought so many feelings to me. I was so relieved.