The Gay Prince- Nouis

Chapter Eight

Louis:

I woke up to someone playing with my hair. Not gonna lie, it feels nice. But I didn't want to face who it was.

"Morning Lou," I heard Niall's voice say.

Smiling, I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Morning."

"How are you feeling?"

I breathed in. "Better."

He smiled at me. "Good because I wanna ask you something."

I looked at him, nervous about the question.

"Louis. Will you... Be my boyfriend?" He stopped after 'you' for a second, trying to read my expression.

I thought about it. "Yes."

He smiled. "Really?"

I nod. Then realization hit me. "What time is it?"

"Uhh," he looked at his phone. "9:43."

"Shit." He just stared at me. "I have to go. I'm so sorry."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna be in deep shit and it won't be as bad if I go now."

"Oh?"

I started packing up my school stuff.

"Wait, here," he said. "My number. Text or call please?"

I nod. "Ok. Bye."

Niall grabbed my waist and pulled me close. "One more thing." He kissed me. "Bye."

I smiled and it took me everything to not stay. "Bye."

Zayn:

"Where is he?" I whisper to Mikey.

He shrugged. "He never came home last night," he whispered back.

We heard yelling and a thump so we walked out of the room. Michael and I ran to help Louis. Bad idea. We both got into trouble as well.

"Get the fuck out!!!" We help Louis and go out.

"I got him Zee," Mike tells me.

I nod. "You sure?"

"Yeah."

I hear Louis whimper, "Niall."

"We don't know where he lives."

He hands me a paper. It has an address and we go there, no matter where it leads us.

Niall:

There was a knock at my door. Opening it, I started, "Hello. How may I- What happened?"

I can't tell who it is but I don't care. There are three boys bleeding in front of me. One is really bad.

"H-help," I hear Zayn's voice say.

"Zayn?" I help the trio in.

He is panting. "He's hurt."

The red haired boy looks at me. Michael? "He's barely breathing."

"Who?" I got more panicked. "Louis?"

They nod. Both boys seem less worried about themselves. I grab Louis. He whimpers quietly.

"Louis?"

He clings to me as I carry him into the bathroom. His face is bleeding really bad so I grab a washcloth to get it off. Grabbing the First Aid kit, I clean his face.

Louis pulls away. "N-no," he says.

"Louis please. You need to get cleaned."

He shook his head, and winced in pain. I tried cleaning his face and he pulled his head away. "H-hurts," he whispered.