what happens? // one direction

Chapter Sixteen.

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*Kristel's POV*

I watched as Louis' face lost all its color, his flesh turning as white as a ghost. His jaw dropped open in shock, his eyes as wide as can be, almost popping out of his head.

"What?" he whispered, barely audible. He couldn't believe what the man had just said. Louis would have to choose who is going to be tortured to death first right in front of our eyes. To make it worse, he had to choose out of his best friends. I couldn't possibly imagine how he felt. This had to be like hell to him.

"Louis, it looks like you'll be choosing who I get to spin the wheel of death for," the man said smugly, happy to see the pain and devastation clear in Lou's blue eyes.

"No...I won't do it..," he whispered, lowering his head as tears poured down his cheeks.

My heart broke at the scene of him in front of me.

Louis William Tomlinson was always the bright, cheery lad that seemed as if he didn't have a care in the world. He'd always be laughing and smiling 24/7, and even in the darkest days, he'd still be the happiest as can be.

Now, seeing him with such a broken, painful look on his face, made my heart tear into two.

I couldn't imagine how hard it must be for him to have to choose which of his friends' lives has to end. The only way to make it easier for him, to make him feel less guilty about ending a life, is if...

"Louis.." I began, tears beginning to fill in my eyes. I sighed, and took a deep breath before continuing. "..choose me."

Gasps from the others filled the room, shocked that such words would escape from my lips.

Our kidnapper then chuckled evilly, enjoying what he had caused.

"No, Kris, I won't let you! You're not just going to volunteer to end your life!" Zayn shouted at me, tears running down his cheeks endlessly.

Why was he so shaken up about me volunteering my life for my loved ones? I thought he didn't love me anymore. Nah, cross that out, I knew Zayn still loved me. He never stopped. He was just overreacting at the moment, and was angry, and spoke without thinking. Of course he wouldn't really break up with me. Still, it hurt my heart to think that he didn't trust me when I told him I loved him and only him. Was he just too stubborn to see that, or what?

"Why not, Zayn? It's not like you care. You broke up with me, remember? Because you couldn't trust me?" I remarked, lookind down at the ground, avoiding his gaze, as I knew I'd break down if I did.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I do trust you, Kris. I was just angry at the time, and I wasn't thinking. I love you more than life itself, and I want to get out of here and marry you one day and have children with you. Please, don't do this, baby, please," he begged, his golden brown orbs boring deeply into mine, full of emotion and love.

I was just about to respond, when the man cut in. "Sorry, pretty boy, but she volunteered, so she gets what she wanted."

"No, I was just-no! Please, I don't want to die!" I cried, tears flowing freely down my bruised and cut up face.

"Sorry, but you volunteered," the man grinned smugly.

I lowered my head in defeat, my tears running down my cheeks and dripping onto the cold cement floor below. "I'm so sorry, Zayn, I'm so so sorry.." I whispered.

Suddenly, Zayn shouted at the man, "I volunteer! I volunteer to take her place!"

My mouth dropped open in horror.