If I'm Louder... Would You See Me?

Not Much Of A Plan

I wandered around the hotel lobby with Zayn as Kellin checked us in and the rest of the boys went back the way we came, to check for any signs of Key or Bass.

"Zayn, why do these guys want me?" I mouth, Zayn admires a chocolate fountain in the centre of the lobby, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"You've probably heard this before, but you've got the sacred mark, the one from the so called prophecy." Zayn stuck a finger into the chocolate fountain and licked it off, looking around to make sure no one saw him. I sigh and look back at Kellin. The receptionist was unfortunately female, and had a hard time concentrating whilst Kellin was shirtless. It was almost comedic watching her squirm beneath his gaze.

"What's this prophecy about?" I ask, I was full of questions, and I was determined to get answers.

"It's full of shit, I don't like talking about it, you're better off asking Kellin these things." Zayn explains. I nod as Kellin's flipping a key card across his knuckles, which is extremely hard to do, even though it looked easy.

"When are the other going to be back?" Kellin asks Zayn. Zayn shrugs.

"Soon I expect, but anything could have slowed them down. Fans, food, you name it." Zayn says. Kellin bites his lip and starts towards the elevator.

"Alright, I guess we should get settled into our room then."

The room wasn't exactly gorgeous, but it was cute and classy. I liked it enough, so I wouldn't mind staying here. I stroked the quilts of the only bed in the room. Kellin already said the bed was for me and me only. Which I hardly thought was fair, but my opinion didn't have an effect on the matter.

"We're going to have to move each day, it sounds tiring, but it's what's best for you, and the other boys." Kellin says, sitting down on the bed, making it dip a little bit.

"I'm already sick of this shit. I know it hasn't been going on for long, but I can't handle it." I mouth, playing with the quilt. Kellin grabbed my hand and held it in between two of his.

"I'm sorry, you're just so close to changing, I thought we'd be able to wait a little longer but... I'm so sorry." Kellin kisses my forehead and left the room. I curled up in a ball, wrapping the quilts around me. I'm sick of everything, I'm sick of being involved in this, I'm sick of not being able to talk. Dad had tried to save up for surgery but the electricity bill and water bills always need paying first. What if I died? It would end it all. Kellin and the boys wouldn't need to protect me any more, they could get on with their famous lives. I let out a soundless sigh and run a hand through my brown hair. What if I gave myself up to the other guys, they wouldn't kill me, they even said so. Okay, it's not much of a plan, but tomorrow, I'm going to get captured.