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Night Crawlers (Zouis)

I guess I enjoyed the darkness, or maybe the lack of sound. Maybe it was the smothering mysterious skepticism that made the early hours of the morning seem so appealing, and by morning i don't mean 6 o clock in the morning when the sun emerges from the tree line and embraces the new day with as much energy and determination as i put into my countless hours spent reading every novel imaginable. I mean the overpowering stillness and eeriness that is found in the atmosphere at around 3 in the morning. On nights when my mind refuses to sleep i end up outside on the stone stoop of my apartment building staring out into the unbreakable darkness that surrounds the town.

I know I am not the only person to avoid the heavy hand of sleep tonight. I can feel the other night crawlers slinking through the shadows in their dense numbers. I hear them laugh their bellowing laughs as they gather behind the deserted building less than a block from where I now sat. Now who are the night crawlers, you ask? No they are not some alien race of dark faceless creatures that have come to take over the world. They are far less dramatic. They probably consist of a bunch of rebellious teens covered in tattoos that have nothing better to do at 3 o'clock in the morning than to smoke joints and down beer. Of course this was all illegal and that I assume was the thrilling part.

And I guess in a way i was similar to them. In the sense that i had nothing better to do at three in the morning than to sit and wonder what the hell they were doing behind that beat-down and desolate building. And wonder i did. I have imagined them to be doing things only my sickly twisted mind could come up with. And finally after a few long hours of sitting on the cold stone till my butt was sore i had come to a single conclusion, and it seemed like the only reasonable option. I was going to find out just what these night crawlers did, and I wanted to do it in the most secretive way possible.

I was not normally a kid who disobeyed elders. I was a straight A student and turned in all of my homework. I put fourth my best effort in everything i do, and I often got made fun of for it. I never caused trouble for my parents and did everything i was told. And this is why I could tell that this is something they wouldn't be too fond of me doing, but I couldn't help it. I had to know, it had been eating away at me for weeks. This group had slipped through the town unnoticed night after night and i just needed to know who they were. I wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe I wanted to put a face to the gang that took away my sleep. Maybe I wanted to join them. And finally be accepted into a group. Whatever the reason i just knew i had to do this. So I ignored the wise voice in the back of my mind screaming at me that this was wrong, I went with the part of me that was starting to get chills at the excitement of doing something that had the potential to be dangerous or scary. It was like all those mystery books i read only now it was real and that made a giddy feeling finally silence the nagging voice of common sense that my mind created to throw me off of my goal.

I stood shaking the stiffness out of my arms and jumped down the steps till the soles of my shoes rested against the cracked paved sidewalk. I glanced back quickly over my shoulder to make sure all of the lights in the complex were out and there was no peeping eyes watching my disappearance into the darkness.

The city was extra dark tonight as tonight was a new moon and the weak light from the stars was the only thing that allowed limited and distorted vision, which I guess is better than nothing. My tennis shoes, thankfully, were silent against the concrete, however my breathing was heavy and slightly noisy. I sucked in a deep breath of air and slowly released it, counting silently in my head to 3. I repeated this twice before rounding the corner of the building and pressing myself into the cold wall to conceal myself in its lingering shadows.

From my perspective i could see the flickering light of a flame from their lighters. I could hear the click as the flame was ignited, and I could smell the smoke once the boy was huffing it out of his mouth. Which proved my assumption to be correct.

Suddenly a man came into view. He was dressed simply in a leather jacket thrown over a band t-shirt and skinny jeans which hugged his stick like legs. He wore a beanie over his hair. His hands were shoved deep into the pocket of his jeans. I gasped quietly. All it would take is for him to glance slightly to his right and there he would see me glued to the wall eyes wide with the expression that would lead any onlookers to believe that I was scared shitless. Which was the dead-on truth.

"Zayn!" A deep raspy voice called out, causing the jacket wearing man leaning against the brick wall, not even 15 feet from where im hiding, to glance up unamused. "You want a smoke?"

The guy named Zayn bit his lip and shook his head no. Refusing to make eye contact with the man who had spoken.

"Where's Niall?" Zayn asked trying to change the subject.

"What's up with you lately, huh?" A deep and slightly morbid third voice spoke.

Zayn didn't even acknowledge the speaker. He nonchalantly pulled a long thin object. Light bounced of of its reflective surface and my breath suddenly stuck in my throat. It was a knife. I was overcome with regret. I shouldn't have come here. I can't be here i need to leave. I turned and tried to get away but only ended up colliding with a body.

"Who the fuck are you?" The man questioned as i backed away from him. I couldn't see his face clearly only the glint of his eyes.

"Um.. I..uh..." I stuttered, backing away from him, only to have him leisurely step forward obviously with the intention to make me back into the semi-circle of boys that had suddenly noticed my presence and were waited for me to reach them.

I gulped as the light from an overhead lamppost washed over me exposing me completely to the gang. I could no longer stand looking into The mans blood-chilling cold stare so i spun around. Bad idea! My eyes stuck on the glimmering blade in Zayns hand and if looks could kill i would already be stiff and dead as a board. I started shaking.

"I'm sorry!! Don't kill me! I was just curious!"

There expressions remained the same and i gulped. I would've ran but i couldn't stop staring at the life ending knife that could take my own life in just mere seconds. My eyes welled up with tears but i tried to force them down not wanting to cry in front of these boys.

"Put your knife away before he shits himself Zayn!" Someone spoke up and I saw Zayn smile as he slid the knife under the waistband of his jeans.

I jumped as a hand clamped onto my shoulder, holding it tightly. I was pressed into the side of one of the boys and they chuckled lightly.

"Didn't mean to scare you that bad mate! We weren't actually gonna hurt you." Said a soft voice and i felt myself relax before my cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

I nodded silently and kept my head down. I was pulled into a different pair of arms. These alot gentler than the man who had a near bone crushing grip on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. That was a bad prank ." I was now confused, the mood here had completely transformed in a matter of 30 seconds. I looked up and saw a pair of soft green eyes and he was giving me a small smile. "We're not as bad as people as you probably think we are. We're just normal teens who happen to like a smoke every now and again."

I pulled away from him not completely sure if he was being honest. "Then what's with the knife?" I questioned accusingly.

The boys looked at eachother an then someone grabbed my wrist dragging me away from the rest of the group. "Zayn's a bit paranoid." The blonde haired lad whispered. "He's never used it though. He just always thinks something bad is gonna happen. He's actually really sweet though. Wouldn't hurt a single person."

"Oh"

I looke over towards Zayn who was staring intently at me. I gulped. We had a staredown for a couple more seconds before i finally gave up, looking away.

"So what's your name?" One asked as we rejoined the group.

"Louis." I answered

They nodded introducing themselves to me also. The green eyed one was named Harry. Blondie was named Niall. And the one with the buzz cut was Liam.

For someone reason i couldn't look away from Zayn and I think he noticed. He met my gaze. He smiled invitingly and I nodded happily accepting. This could get interesting.

(A/n) sorry for this! Its not really Zouis, but AHH don't kill me i tried! AND I AM TOO EXCITE TO FOCUS BECAUSE MY CONCERT IS IN 5 DAYS AND OMG IM SO EXCITED!!