Daisies [louis-centric]

7

Just as he thought, Zayn was collected by an entourage of security, a lot of girls most likely going home with bruises because they had to be forcefully removed from the alphas body.

The feeling of hands on his person made him want to vomit compulsively.

Let him rephrase that.

The feeling of unwanted hands and unfamiliar hands on his body made him want to convulsively throw up.

A long, burning hot shower is what he was in desperate need of, wanting the feeling of unknown hands off of his body and down the drain of the tiny tour busses bath.

"We've got the bus on it's way to a remote location" was Paul's answer when Zayn asked where they were going.

"Niall managed to make it out alive, the golf cart can't say the same though" the older man chuckled, Zayn letting the corner of his lip lift in a semi smile.

"Liam phoned and said that Louis has calmed down since they've been on the road and away from all the noise, poor boy" Paul shook his head. He felt like a father to the boys, especially on tour so it pains him when one of them isn't completely happy and Louis was definitely far from being completely happy.

Zayn just hummed, watching as the open roads became closed in with thick, dense trees and the clear skies opened up to allow the sky to cry with rain.

He remembers a time when he was young and would watch the drops of rain fall down the window, pretending they were racing each other to the bottom.

Now, they were just drops of rain cascading down the windows and making the roads slick.

Ever since the band got together and management has kept them on a tight leash, a lot of things have changed in Zayns eyes.

Things that he used to see as colorful and full of life now seem dull and lifeless.

He sees the changes in the other boys as well, every single one of them seeming more and more lifeless every passing day that management tells them who they are supposed to be.

Harry you have to be the womanizer, go to that party that __ is hosting.

Liam you need to work out more, make your muscles look bigger.

Niall, seem happier. You can't be the happy one if you aren't smiling.

Zayn, get another tattoo. Change your hair again.

Louis, be bubbly. Pull pranks but don't be annoying. Be funny without causing people to want to pull out their hair.

Those were actual words that had been spoken to them in the three years they'd been together.

That was not what Zayn had signed up for.

He wanted to be his own person, not managements personal doll to play with.

He watched the rain fall harder, two particular drops catching his eye.

They were gathered at the top of the window, one a bit bigger than the other and Zayn didn't want to be cliché but he compared them to him and Louis.

He was smaller for an alpha but was definitely bigger than tiny, little Louis.

His eyes fell downcast when the smaller one slid down the window first, leaving the bigger one by itself to hold on to the top of the window.

Zayn hated analogies.

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Sorry this was such a short chapter but I wanted to delve a little more into Zayn because I love him in this book