Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

Pet Cemetery

**A/N: if you're a soft person don't read this. There's stories of deceased and killing animals!**

I stared at the little bird that landed by me, it's small grey beak pecking at the bread crumbs. I sat there with my sketchbook, drawing a picture off of my phone.

Louis, a picture of him from soccer practice. He was shirtless and entirely beautiful, sweat pouring from every pore. The smell must've been intoxicating, his hair stuck to his face. His tats were even more beautiful than my owns. The both of us were tattoo gods, the both of us would be extraordinary together.

"Someone wants a tattooed god inside of them."

"I want him to be inside me, for me to be inside him. I just want our bodies to be together, for our hearts to be together." I whispered.

"There's still a curly haired problem to deal with."

I nodded, my hand voluntarily dropping my pencil. I reached for the knife, throwing it at the bird. It went straight through, causing me to smile.

"Bullseye."

"Why do I kill animals?" I asked.

"Because you can't kill humans. Yet."

"You want to kill Harry?"

"Don't you?"

"Should I?"

"Fuck him first."

"Isn't that rape?"

"Eh, he'll be dead afterwards so who cares?"

"And the body?"

"I'll figure it out."

I pulled out a Ziploc bag from my pocket, grabbing the knife that was still engorged into the bird by the handle. I picked it up, placing it into the bag. I held the bird through the bag and pulled the knife out, making sure the blood was wiped off of the knife. I put the knife into my pocket and sealed up the bag.

I got up from the porch, looking up at Louis' window before walking off. I walked to my safe place, in the woods. There was an abandoned tree house, the grounds covered in wet soil. I looked up at the tree house, memories coming back to me.

~Flashback~

His hands were pressed against my lower back, holding me down. I was exposed to him, struggling, my parents blood now on me. A whimper escaped my lips, causing him to smile. My fingers scratching at the wooden floor.

~End of Flashback~

"You guys came from him I'm guessing." I smiled as I started to dig near the tree, my fingers scrapping over some Ziploc bags from past animals. Squirrels, more birds, some lizards and lots of reptiles, and scraps of dogs. Never cats, because who doesn't love cats. I love them and so did Louis. Fuck, I needed a cat, probably a black one. Those were the best ones , hopefully with eyes that were blue/green like Louis.

I threw the bird in the dirt with the others before covering it up. I walked away from the place, thoughts forming in my head.

"Harry's head will be there soon."

"Oh my,"

I smiled at that, the addition that was soon to join the others. Then something crossed my head. "The sketchbook." I cried, slapping my head. The one that's sitting on Louis' back porch.

**A/N: So, yeah, what's going to happen to Zayn?!**