The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson

32 - Never Thought It'd Hurt So Bad

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Heart Attack

"There. All ready to go." I smile as brightly as I can as I fix Zayn's jacket.

"Thanks, Aves! Are you gonna come watch the show?" he asks hopefully.

I shrug. "I don't know..."

"Come on! Look, I know you are upset about Lou, but Hailee, Genny, Annie and Katie are all out in the audience and four more of your best friends are on stage that are here for you!"

Three.

Three of my best friends who were there for me.

Every time I think of Liam, it does anything but make me feel better.

I exhale heavily, mentally trying to subdue the headache I feel creeping up my scalp.

"Zayn, I just want to go lay down. I have Brooklyn for the night since Caroline has to go to some dinner meeting and I really need some rest."

He looks at me, questioningly, like he is debating his next idea to convince me to go. After a moment, he looks down, shaking his head with a sudden smirk. I quirk a brow at his behavior.

"You asked for it," he chuckles.

"Wha--?!" I begin, but am cut off suddenly when Zayn walks swiftly to me to scoop me up and throw me over his shoulder with an excited grin on his face.

He starts walked out the door, despite my screams--and fists--of protest, giggling.

"ZAYN JAVADD MALIK! YOU WILL PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS SECOND!"

"You said you were tired! I'm giving you a lift!" he jokes. Even though I know he can't see me, I'm giving his back a scowl that could cripple an Olympic gold-medalist with one look.

"Sorry if I don't think staring at an upside-down view of your fat ass is relaxing!"

He just laughs, sending a wave of vibration through my body. "You know you love it!"

I grumble something along the lines of a 'whatever'. I mean, I couldn't lie. As far as butts go, his isn't bad. That doesn't mean I exactly enjoy the view, but I guess I can't complain considering other alternatives.

After about three minutes of bobbing up and down through the hallways, I'm placed down on my own two feet on the side stage. I cross my arms over my chest, squinting my eyes determinedly at the cocky brown-eyed boy before me.

"That was unnecessary."

"It was necessary because it worked! You're here!" he exclaims, proud of himself, and waiting as if I should find it commendable that he was able to successfully complete such a daunting task of carrying a buck ten girl like me. Yeah. Congratulations.

"Whatever." I continue to glare at him, stubbornly. I'm already tired and in a bad mood and the last thing I want to deal with is an energetic twat; a description that currently fits Zayn perfectly.

Our stares are interrupted when Josh cries out from the right-wing entrance of the stage. "Zayn, man, we are on in two! Get downstage!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" he cries back before returning his gaze to mine. "See you out there!"

I roll my eyes at his attempt to get me enthusiastic about the situation. When he doesn't receive the verbal response I he was waiting for, he smiles wide and swings back around to run in the opposite direction of me to the entrance of the pit they were shot up on stage from.