Just Be Mines (Zouis/Niam)

Everyone Has Secrets

**A/N: So this is from Louis' POV, just want to clarify for those. Byt the way this chapter will blow your mind and I just have the ideas for this story flowing so yeah.**

Zayn stared back at me in disbelief, his mouth opened but no words pouting out. He was so cute with his little shocked expression, his brown eyes staring in disbelief. "What did you just say?" His voice broke out, cracking with uncertainty.

"You heard me Zayn." I said, sitting up right.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, trying to regain his composure. I smiled at him, leaning in to kiss him, only to have him pull away from me. "Louis-"

"Seriously we're going to play innocent now?" I asked him, annoyed about the fact that he rejected my advancement.

"I thought-"

"What?" I yelled, my temper getting the better of me. "That I didn't know about those voices in your head? That I didn't know you stalked me day or night? Hell, that you brutally murdered my ex boyfriend, which by the way you could've done without the rape, that actually hurt my feelings." I told him. 

His eyes showed all the confusion that he couldn't speak. He kept opening his mouth, no words emitting and it reminded me of a fish out of the water. How helpless and confused they are, tryting to grasp on to reality. Finally after many failed attempts Zayn got his voice back.

"Were you there?" He asked. The laugh escaped my mouth before I had control over it. I clasped my hand over it and looked at him with what I think are innocent eyes as well. Tears started to fall down as I nodded and he was hesitant at first but he wrapped his arms around me.

"Lou, what's wrong with you?" He asked. I pulled away, my crocidile tears immediately fading.

"What's wrong with me? Don't you dare ask that like you're the most normal person in the world. You're a rapist and a murderer and you have the balls to ask what's wrong with me?!" I yelled.

"You act as if you don't care...." He whispered. He stared at me, searching for something, a tell I believe. "You don't do you."

"I care that you beat me to the punch." I said, holding up my fingers an inch apart. "I was this close to killing Styles and you just had to come and fuck it up. I mean, I'm glad he's dead but he should've been my kill."

"I killed him for you." He said.

"No Zayn, you killed him for you." I said blankly. "You killed him for no reason other than to be with me. He did nothing to you besides being too protective over me, but who isn't protective? Look at Niall and Liam. Liam's like Niall's little guard dog, actually more like his death hound."

"Where were you?"

"In the closet, I planned on slitting his throat while he slept." I answered softly.

"Why didn't you come out?" He asked me.

"I never killed someone I knew." I whispered. He smiled at me and leaned in, his lips meeting mines.

"Who have you killed then?" He asked me.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I said, kissing him back.

"Yes actually I would." He said.

"I believe it's six, maybe seven." I said nonchalantly.

"How?"

"Well I was young the first time it happened." I told him. "Playing in a public pool with these other kids. It was this game called Shark. The boy was trying to get me," I said, waving my hands through the air like I was orchestrating a symphony. "He kept coming closer and closer and I really didn't want to be the shark. So I "kicked" him," I said quoting kick, "in the face. I swam away while he drowned. Everyone assumed it was an accident on his behalf since nobody saw what happened. It was quite funny."

"Do you really not have any feelings?" He asked.

I shook my head, clicking my tongue. "I never said that now did I?"

"But it's obvious. You either don't have any feelings or you have very little feelings." He whispered.

I dismissed that notion, rubbing my stomach. "I'm hungry again." I grumbled. He opened his mouth to say something but I hopped up and walked out of the little shed, heading off to the woods. I walked through this little known clearing that led to this little tree house. I heard the footsteps behind me that told me that Zayn was following me. I turned around to see the look of shame on his face.

"Don't worry, I been knew about your little pet cemetery. I followed you this one time, long ago before we were talking. It's fascinating really." I whispered.

"Louis you know so much about me, how?" He asked.

I crouched down and he came up, crouching right beside me. He looked at me, his brown eyes anxious and afraid. I think he was afraid of me telling someone of the crimes he's committed. It was cute, how someone so dangerous could become so soft and vulnerable all of a sudden. I picked up a stick and started to poke at the wet soil.

"It's always wet here, it's bizarre." I whispered.

"What's up with your evasiveness?" He asked me.

"Your family was murdered right?" I asked him. "Raped and murdered right in front of you." I said softly, turning to look into his eyes. "Then they did the same to you, minus the murder. They tried but you lived, you got away." 

"What's the point of bringing up the past?" He asked me.

I smiled and kissed his cheek, "Do you ever wonder what happened to those guys?" I whispered into his ear.

"No, I dont."

I shrugged my shoulders and got up to walk away but stopped after three steps, deciding he should know. "I was seven when it happened. Kidnapped by this guy for almost seven months. He kept me in a cage," I said with a smirk. "One meal a day, hell my beatings were more than my feedings. He took away my innocence. He called me his little rose. Imagine," I whispered, turning to face him. "Being called something so beautiful but being treated so ghastly. It was something a child should never have to go through, so I stopped going through it. I stopped feeling. I blanked on it, the whole feeling and nature of what was going on. It was the only way that I could deal with everything that occured. I mean can you explain what does a thirty something year old man want with a seven year old? It's crazy, but I lived. The sad thing is that I never got them back. My feelings are gone, well except for you. I like you, there's no doubt about it. Harry I loathed, but you sorta get used to the cruelty of others, not to mention I hate being alone. But with you there's no hatred that I feel for you, there's no feeling of being alone. It feels magnificent." I finished before walking off and leaving him there.