Chapter 3.

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♥♥ Sorry for taking so long to update, I’m on vacation!!!! So here’s the next chapter of Just Keep Running, and thankyou to all the babes that are reading my stories… I really really really appreciate it. Sorry this chapter is all over the place, and it stinks.  ♥♥

Zayn’s POV

I kept running, I couldn’t stop, much less did I know where to stop.

I didn’t exactly know where the interview was, so I was technically already lost.

I sat down on a curb, somewhere near the studio and broke down. I knew everything between me and the boys was going to get awkward, and that I would probably start being treated like a pansy.

I heard shouts of “Zayn! Where are you?” and just buried my head in my hands, sobbing quietly to myself.

I just couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t run from my problems no matter how hard I tried. Everytime I kept running, everything would just backfire in my face… I wish it wouldn’t, why couldn’t I be normal… straight.

 Louis’ POV

What Zayn said made my heart swell a hundred times bigger, and I couldn’t help but smile until I saw him sprint out the door.

I don’t know why I was happy that he was gay, because I’m straight, but it brightened my day up completely.

I was the first to run out the door, and see him sitting on the curb about 400 ft. away.

He looked so fragile curled up in a ball like that, it made me melt inside.

I jogged over to him, and immediately took him in my arms as he curled into my chest, shaking and sobbing violently.

He was so broken, and it hurt me, but I just figured it was my brotherly instincts because I couldn’t be gay… could I?

I was starting to question myself until Zayn started muttering something and broke me out of my trance.

 I couldn’t hear much other than “Lou-Lou… why me?”

I looked down at the younger boy curled up in my lap, and started to sing softly to him, trying to calm him down.

“Zayn there’s nothing wrong with you” I whispered before kissing his head softly before going back to singing.

After Zayn’s sobs resided, I looked at him then the  other boys, to see shock written clearly all over their faces.

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