Truth, Lies and Love (z.m)

Chapter 9

As I walked through the room, my eyes stopped at a mess of paper that laid on the huge, mahogany table that was beside a wall of bookshelf. With my curiosity at its peak, I was astounded when my eyes met with the amazing drawings that scattered across the table. A drawing of a small girl stood out, so I reached out and picked it up.

I was taught by my mother, back home how every picture, symbol or drawing had meaning or a story behind it. Without further examination, I figured that this had a sad story. The way the young girls eyes filled with sorrow and how the young girl stood out in her dark surrounding, was enough to see the sadness behind the picture. Dropping the picture of the young girl, I picked up a drawing of a rose, examining it with absolute care. I looked at the way the drawer drew the rose it it's very detail, outline it's curves and thrones. At the corner of the page was a line of minuscule writing. I squinted my eyes to read it, but I was stopped by a fuming, deep voice,

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!?" An angry voice booms. That accent sounded vaguely familiar.

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My body jolted up into the air with the sudden sound. I whipped my head to see Zayn standing there. His black hair was gelled to the back with a small strand of hair that lay on his forehead. He wore a simple black suit, yet managed to look like the most carefully dressed man out of all the men who attended the party. His nostrils flared from anger. Even though anger was seeping through his veins, he looked like perfection itself. I regained myself from the sudden tremor when Zayn spoke again.

"I said, what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?! Do you want me to repeat it again?" He snarled. Swallowing the large lump in my throat I mustered up all my courage before I replied. "There were these people chasing me with guns because I accidently went into a room, where this bunch people were plotting to bomb this place. This just happened a few seconds ago.

With a newly- found confidence that swept into me, I crossed my arms and waited for a panicked apology, followed by turning on his heels and running to his guards while demanding them to locate the bomb. But that didn't happen. Instead he laughed. "I have heard thousands of lies before. In fact my whole childhoo... what I am trying to say is that was the most stupid lie I have ever heard in my whole life. Sweetheart this, palace is the most secured building in all of England. If there was a bomb we would kno-"

His mockery came to a halt, as the door was once again swung wide open. A guy with light brown hair pushed to the back stood at the door wearing a slight alarmed expression on his face. His deep, brown eyes were wide open as he spoke. "Zay- Your Highness, erm... it seems like we have a slight situation," he spoke timidly, scratching the back of his head.

Zayn's mocking eyes left mine, and looked at the man that stood in front of us. "What is it, Liam?" inquired Zayn, authority lacing his voice. Liam raised his eyebrows and nodded toward me. "She's fine," Zayn replied. "I don't care. Just talk!"

"Security footage has shown a bunch of people, possibly the Reds locating a bomb towards the Eastern and Western wing of the palace. We need to find it before it goes off. According to the security footage, the bombs were seen to be activated ten minutes ago. That leaves us about," Liam looked at his watch before continuing, "twenty minutes left."

"Shit. This is bad. Get the Group 2 guards and Harry to search the Eastern Wing. I'll go with the rest to the Western wing. You come along with us as well." Zayn spoke, momentarily forgetting that I existed. As he was about to leave this room, he turned around "You stay here, I will come and get you later." Zayn spoke looking at me without any emotion.

"Zay- I mean your highness. There is one slight problem: We don't know where the bombs placed in the Western wing of the palace are located. We were only able to see the one in the Eastern wing." Liam spoke, cueing Zayn to pace back and forth due to anxiety. "What are we going to d-"