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twenty-two

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L A U R A

"Okay maybe you were right," Niall states once I finished explaining everything that's been happening and everything I know about Zayn.

"What are you talking about?" I ask him confused, what was I right about?

"You were right when you said you thought I wouldn't believe you." He pauses before raising an eyebrow, "Aliens? You really expect me to believe that Zayn is an alien and you're the offspring of one?" 

I sigh, expecting this reaction from him, I give a slow nod. "I know, I'm still processing what's been happening and what Zayn had told me-" Niall cuts me off.

"Why would you believe anything that asshole says? How many times has he lied to you, from some of things you've explained to me about Zayn, it seems as though he's trying to keep you in the dark and away from the truth. Apparently he had you brainwashed and you memory erased; so why would you even for a second trust and believe a single word he said to you?" Niall rants to me and I slowly nod my head, knowing what he said was true.

To be honest, at first I didn't believe Zayn at all but when I caused Zayn to hit that wall after Niall had passed out, it changed. I'm actually starting to believe what Zayn had said because how could you explain something as odd as that and besides who would go so far as to create another world just for the heck of it? Why would Zayn make all this up just for me?

Trust me when I say that just because I believe the guy doesn't change the fact that I despise him.

"I know it's difficult to believe, it's just, something in me is telling me what Zayn had said is all honesty. But this doesn't me I hate him any less, Niall." I reply grabbing his hand, "Look what he's done to us, to you. You have no right to be here," I say sincerely; everything I had said was true, Niall's a good guy and doesn't deserve to be here.

"I should say the same for you. From what I see, you are just as innocent as I am. Even if what Zayn told you is true, that doesn't change the fact that he abducted you and I. So don't say that you are going to get me out. We are going to get us out of this place." Niall says not taking his gaze away from mine.

I can't help but smile and nod, "Okay."

"Isn't this just fucking precious?" I hear a voice say as Niall and I both turn to the door, seeing Zayn standing in the doorway with his hands balled into fists.

I feel myself gulp nervously.

"Zayn? What are you doing here?" I ask quietly.

Zayn smirks walking slowly towards the both of us as we sat on the bed.

"I'm here to grab Niall to take him to his own room." Zayn states emotionless.

"What?" Niall and I both say in unison, what the hell was he talking about? He was going to take Niall way from me, seperating us?

"You can't! I said I wanted to share a room with him!" I exclaim angrily, clearly upset that he was doing the opposite of what I wanted.

I'm not saying I'm a control freak but who knows what'll happen to Niall if Zayn takes him away.

"This is my warehouse and I can do whatever the fuck I want in it and with the people inside it!" He yells at me and I take in his neck veins popping out, he's serious. "Maybe if you and Niall would stop thinking up an escape plan I would let you two stay in a room together!" He shouts and I wince.

I knew it.

I knew Liam was listening in on Niall and I!

He's such a liar!

I cannot trust a god damn person in this place!

I didn't even realize it but my hands were balled into fists just as Zayn's were.

"Now come on, Horan." Zayn says cooly, motioning for Niall to follow him.

Niall slowly started to get up but I put my arm in front of him, stopping him from moving.

"Niall is not going anywhere." I state glaring at Zayn.

"The hell he's not," Zayn starts coming closer to us, "Laura you're beautiful and I love you but I need you to just sit there and let me take this imbecile somewhere far away from you." He says only a foot away from the Niall and I.

"Don't tell me what to do, Zayn, I think we both know what I'm capable of doing when I'm angry, and I don't know if you noticed but I'm getting a little irritated at the moment." I threaten, making Zayn grimace.

"Love, what you did barely bruised me, trust me when I say that I'm not scared of you."

"Why would I trust someone who'd lie to me so many times?" I ask him.

I watched as Zayn slowly exhaled, "How many times do I need to apologize? I said I was sorry why can't you accept that I've made a few mistakes?" He asks becoming sincere.

"A few mistakes? Zayn, you've had the two most important people in my life brainwashed the entire time I've been alive, and you even did the same to me, why can't you accept the fact that I can never forgive you?" I retaliate.

Zayn slumps and looks down at the dirty floor, "Look I get you're angry with me, but I'm still taking Niall to another room no matter what you say. I need you both to understand the fact that there is no escaping this place, until I say so." He replies grabbing Niall's arm and dragging him out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him, leaving me alone on the small mattress in the room my eyes flooded with a fresh set of tears.

I didn't feel angry at Zayn anymore.

I felt awful.

And not the kind of awful where I'm the bad person.

I'm talking about the kind of awful where I feel dead inside, like there's no hope for me.

I know Zayn said I'd be able to leave this place eventually but right now I couldn't want anything more than to be home with my mom and dad, along with Niall and knowing the fact that he was safe aswell.

I don't even care if my dad really isn't my dad, I couldn't love him any less. I mean I even feel awful for him, not knowing he's been brainwashed along with my mother too.

The awful feeling I'm feeling is like I can cry for hours.

I hadn't even noticed that I was actually crying at the moment either.

I wiped the tears that were probably stain my cheeks soon enough.

I lay back on the mattress staring up at the pale ceiling above, turning to my side and continuing to cry thinking of Niall, hoping he was okay.

I think of my parents, hoping they were okay.

I think of myself, hoping I was okay.

But I knew the answer to that:

I'm not.

And I won't be okay until I'm out of this goddamn place.

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