Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

Time Changes Things

**A/N: So I'm currently done writing this story and the Hunters Lover. I decided not to have a sequel for this but the second half will be from Louis POV**

Two months, four days, thirteen hours, twenty seven minutes, and sixteen seconds. That's how long it's been since they found Harry's remains. There were no leads on the suspected arson, though there was evidence of a robbery. Everything went exactly as planned, which was very comforting. I smiled at the group as we continued chatting.

"It's scary though." Niall whispered, looking around the room uneasily like everyone that wasn't at this table was capable of murder, like they were all suspects. The funny, ironic part was the monster he's so afraid of was right in front of him playing the role of a concerned friend.

"I know but you can't say he didn't have it coming." Liam chimed in, throwing a supportive arm around his boyfriend. I cocked my head to the side, my eyes staring in a innocent nature.

Niall gave him a confused glance, Louis' glare stronger than any look at the table. "Who has death coming for them?"

"Everyone?" I ask softly.

"Abusers." Liam says over my soft word. We all looked at Liam with shocked expressions, well Niall and I did. Louis looked at him in rage before slamming his hands on the table, getting up, and storming off.

"He abused Louis?" Niall asked quietly, as if Louis was still here listening.

"Physically and mentally." Liam said, nodding solemnly. " Louis would never let people see his scars, he covers them up with make-up."

"What the fuck!?" Niall says, angrily throwing a chip in his mouth. He chewed on it furiously, his jaw clenching together each time he bit down.

"How did we not realize?"

"And the mental abuse? What happened?" I wondered aloud.

" He always told Louis he wasn't worth shit. Louis used to be a lot more healthier looking before you met him but now he's just skin and bones." Liam said sadly.

"I just thought he was naturally thin with high cheekbones and such." I admitted, guilt running through my voice.  

"No, hat's not it. He just couldn't deal with it. So I'm actually glad that Harry's dead." Liam spat. I looked at him in surprise as he clenched the plastic fork, breaking it with a light snap. 

"Liam, stop, you're scaring me." Niall whimpered. It wasn't scaring me, just interesting that the boy who would freak out if Niall stubbed his toe on a chair could so blantly wish for someone's death. 

"I'm sorry babe, I never wanted to do that." His words poured out, the old Liam flashing back as he hugged Niall tightly. He would do anything for him. If Niall ever got hurt I wonder if he would've killed the guy himself. I could see him doing that, because Niall looks like he could use Liam's protection for the rest of his life. The same way that Louis would need my protection for the rest of his life.

"Where do you think Louis is?" I asked them.

"He hides in this abandoned shed that's out by the football field. They used to store the equipment there until they built that new section in the gym." Niall chirped up.

I looked at the two of them and they nodded, releasing me to go. I hurried out of my seat and ran outside to the football field. The sun was blaring in me, the heat excruciating as I made my way across the field to the shed that sat there, all solitary behind the goal post. I went up to it, banging on the door before letting myself in. I looked at the boy huddled in the corner, rocking silently.

"Louis, are you alright?" I ask, coming over to him. He looked up at me with a tear stricken face, his eyes were red and puffy.

"So you know my big fucking secret, oh well. Judge me!" He screamed at me. I smiled at him, going over to sit next to him, kissing his forehead.

"Do you think I'll laugh about this?" I asked him. I kissed the bridge of his nose and kept trailing kisses down his nose until I met his lips with mines. At first he was being hesitant but he slowly opened up, his mouth allowing my tongue to enter. 

The moans that escaped his lips made me smile into the kiss as he pushed me down and started kissing me over and over, his tongue sliding across my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his waist, loving the feeling of our two bodies pressed together.

"I'll protect you now." I told him.

"I don't doubt that for a second." Louis said, throwing his head back with a huge grin. Then he looked at me with a serious expression. "You're like my Dark Knight."

"Oh I am?" I asked. He gave me a hard expression as if he held a secret. "Are you alright?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and I leaned away, looking at him expectantly. He didn't say anything, just stared back at me.

"What?!" He asked me in all the innocence in the world. I brought my hand up to carress his face, loving the soft smoothness of it. He grabbed my hand and held it away from him.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked him.

He grabbed my hand, pulling it away from his face, that bright smile he does appearing. The one where he closes his eyes tightly and smile from cheek to cheek. It kinda made him look like a character from a cartoon or something like that. 

"Zayn, what makes you think I need your protection?" He asked him. 

"No, I don't think that. I'm just saying because of the whole Harry ordeal." I said softly.

"Harry fucking Styles, is that all anyone talking about?" He yelled, pushing me away from him. This was the first time I've ever seen him angry.

"Lou, calm down." I told him.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked him. 

"Babe?" He asked. "Babe, you'll do anything for me huh?" He asked.

"You know I would?"  I told him.

"Even restrain Harry Styles, rape him and set his house on fire?" 

**A/N: So this is the end of part one of everything has changed. Unless you guys think I should keep going? Dropped a really huge bomb huh, and I'm thinking part two should be from Louis' POV!***