𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➳ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

Chapter 22 Pt 2.

The boys looked to each other then to Dylan. Louis looked pissed off while William just looked sad. Louis began to take a step toward Dylan when William pulled him back.

Dylan then came to my side, putting his arm around my shoulders. I tensed up, scared of the human next to me.

"Hey guys, nice to meet you" Dylan put his hand out for the boys to shake. They only looked at it then back to me.

Louis came closer to us. He looked at Dylan with anger, but when he looked at me, he almost looked sad.

"I think you need to leave man" Louis said, but in a deep voice.

Dylan looked taken back. He looked to me before bringing me closer in a somewhat side hug kind of way. "Uh no, zami invited me to this thing." He looked at me, raising his eyebrows. Giving me a smirk that I know all too well.

I looked over to the boys who gave me confused faces. When I didn't answer Dylan, he squeezed my shoulder, causing me to slightly wince. Louis must've noticed because he walked a step closer to me, hand out in front of him.

"Yeah" I looked up. "I uh bumped into him at the store and invited him." Dylan grinned at the response and looked back to the two boys still looking at us confused.

"So whatcha say, let's leave zami alone to cook us men some dinner while we watch a movie."

Before I could look back at the two, Dylan nudged me into the kitchen. I heard him turn onto the tv and relax onto the couch. I could still see the two standing in the middle of the dining room. I didnt have the courage to look up at them. I'm just glad they don't know who he is or what he did.

I was stirring the pasta sauce then turning to the cutting board that had cut up strawberries on the side when I heard someone call my name from the other room. I walked towards them.

"What's up?" I asked the three. Dylan sat comfortably while the two boys sat on opposite ends looking strangely uncomfortable. Louis again looking mad.

"Get us three a drink" Dylan waved his hand at me, his eyes not bothering to leave the tv.

Louis got up. "I'll get it." Dylan finally decided to look away. "No, zami could get it, right zami?" He glared at me as he finished the sentence.

"No I got it dude." Louis then walked into the kitchen, me following after him.

He grabbed glasses out of the cupboard as I continued cutting the strawberries.

"Who is he?" I heard Louis whisper. I looked up, he was filling the glasses up with soda. Opening the freezer to grab some ice cubes. "Excuse me?" I questioned him.

He finally turned to me. "Who is he Azami?" Louis said with a deep tone, scaring me.

"He's just a friend from the school I went to before I left" lying through my teeth. I went to the sauce pan, stirring it. I noticed Louis get closer to me. I tensed up.

"He's the Dylan from the box right? The one you said that didn't belong to you, but it actually does."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I ignored his gaze.

"Except you do." With that he walked away.

I let out a sigh. Tears brimming my eyes once more. I clutched the edge of the table. Trying to calm my racing heart.

Once the food was done, and I set up the table by myself, since Dylan told the boys that I'm a "big girl" I called them into the room. I was getting their drinks when Dylan decided to sit at the head of the table, which was my seat.