Rest In Peace (Doublesided sequel)

Chapter Nine- Solitary Confinement

My wrists linked together around Zayn's neck as he looked down on me with his beautiful face, and a devilish smirk as he pushed into me slowly, as I let out a slow moan of his name. I just couldn't get over it, he was just so beautiful, from his baby-soft tanned skin to his thick, dark quiff that was now stuck to his forehead. But byfar his best feature had to be his golden-brown eyes, that occasionally turned green, but were still filled with the same amount of compassion that Zayn had for almost no one, but me. He leaned over and connected our lips, hearing our thumping hearts and eachother breathing. "I love you Niall," he said and climbed off of me. "I hope you liked that, because I think that's all you'll get for a while," I abruptly sat upright, seeing him sitting on the foot of the bed, flipping through channels. "What do you mean," I asked, crawling to sit beside him, "this," he spoke stopping on the news.

'Bobby Horan has been confirmed to have somehow broken out of prison. He is no where to be seen, and if you have any information on this man please report him. He is severely dangerous and- .

Zayn clicked the television off, "when were you going to tell me about this," I fiddled with my fingers, "I didn't know he got out," I lied. "Yes you fucking did, Niall; tell the truth," he demanded, "if that's the truth, then look me in the eye and tell me." I turned to him and hugged him, he shoved me off and stood up, "no, say it," he yelled, "I knew he got out," I muttered out. He fisted his hair with tears in his eyes, "Liam told me about the bullshit deal you made," I sat with my mouth gaping opened, "and the funny part is, I don't even give a fuck that my life is in danger, I'm fucking pissed that yours is, and you don't love me enough to tell me that he is walking around these streets, preparing himself. I understand that you want to keep us safe babe, but you could have just signed you death certificate, and I don't want that. I would never want to go to your funeral, but at the same time, I can't help you anymore." I stood up, as he was gesturing to give him a hug, and walked into his warm embrace, "I'm sorry for denying you that other hug, I just, needed answers. I love you Niall, let me know if something really bad happens, other than that, have fun at school."

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I sauntered down the steps from the student parking lot, with the sky matching my mood; dismal, grey and bleak. I passed by all of the students who for some reason, still couldn't get my name out of their mouth. I found Liam and the rest of my friends standing where we all usually did so I waved, only for them to act like they never even saw it. It hurt, but I figured Liam spread the news to them; they were probably fearing for their lives too. I went to the side of a building, standing beside one of the many Coca-Cola machines scattered around the campus. "So why aren't they talking to you," I heard someone speak up, I turned to my left and was displeased by the sight, Peyton. He was out of the hospital, but in a wheelchair, most of his face in bandages, and a cast on his arm, "what do you want this time, have you not learned yet," I spoke frustratedly with tears welling up. These past two days had really taken a toll on me.

"I don't want anything, and yes, yes I have learned," he chuckled, "I'm sorry, and I just want to be done with the feud," I laughed and sniffled a bit. "I just don't want anything to do with you, Peyton, I don't like you nor do I want to. Can you please just leave me alone now," I started walking away, "Niall just listen, I've been embarrassed beyond belief by you and your boyfriend, I'm not mad though because now I see that I deserved it. No one will talk to me, no one even holds the door so I can get in and out of a building, I just wanted to say that I understand it now and this is terrible, but were here together, alone together, we can be frien-," he was cut of by the bell. "You don't understand shit, don't talk to me," I walked to my first period, alone, happy that it was without Peyton, but I would rather be doing it with maybe with a friend or a boyfriend. It was almost like whenever I first moved here, everyone hates me, no friends, and my dad torturing me. I was right back at home.