On the Run

That night, as they sat in a small house of one of Harry’s girls, Zayn couldn’t help but smile. They had made it, they were in Mexico and they were free. And as he saw Rory sitting beside him, her knee pressing against his, he couldn’t wait to celebrate properly. The girl was speaking to Harry, her raven hair pulled into a side braid as she smiled at the green eyed boy from under her lashes. Zayn couldn’t help but chuckle. No wonder the girl had been so happy to hide nine wanted fugitives, she wanted Harry’s cock, and it was obvious that she wanted it quite desperately.

Finally she walked over to the rest of the group, Harry on her heels as she smiled. “Welcome everyone.” She said, her voice thick with her accent. “I don’t have much, but what’s mine is yours.”

“Thank you.” Louis said, smiling. She nodded at him before looking over everyone else.

“We have converted the shed into a hiding place. There are only four rooms though.” She said.

“Alright, then we’ll split up.” Louis said quickly. “Me, Rory, and Caroline, Niall and Zayn, Liam and Harry, Gianna and Ann.”

“I’m not listening to you two shag all night.” Rory teased. “I’ll room with Gianna and Ann.”

“No, you’ll room with me and Caroline.” Louis snapped, his voice indicating it was the end of the conversation. Rory looked like she was going to argue, but then Zayn saw it click. Both he and Rory knew that, should Enzo come knocking in the middle of the night, Louis wanted to make sure Rory wouldn’t be killed when he found Gianna. Louis was willing to possibly sacrifice Ann, but not his own sister.

Zayn saw Ann and Liam figure it out too, and Liam shot up. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He growled, getting in Louis’ face. “We can room with whoever we want and I’m rooming with Ann.”

“What, so you two can fuck again?” Louis snapped. “I’m trying to keep us all safe.”

“Well you know what? You’re not the boss of me. I’m sick of running what we need to do is kill Enzo-”

“You will do no such thing.” Gianna growled. It looked like there was about to be blood, and Zayn quickly stood.

“Look, everyone just stay calm.” He pleaded. “Louis can room with Caroline, Liam you can be with Ann, Niall with Gianna, and Harry and I can room with Rory.”

“There is no fucking way in Hell-” Louis started, but Zayn held up his hand.

“I’ll keep her safe Lou, you know I will.”

“No.”

“Harry’s going to be in there-”

“Oh so you lot can have a three way?”

“Louis.” Caroline said calmly, setting a hand on his shoulder and instantly calming him. Zayn smiled, knowing that he was the same way with Rory. He could dose the brunette’s rage with nothing more than a ghosting of his fingertips against her skin, and it appeared Louis had the same weakness. Caroline then leaned over, whispering something into Louis’ ear and causing his eyes to go wide.

“Are you serious?” He muttered. She smiled, nodding. “You’ve never let me do that before.” She shrugged and Louis turned back to Zayn. “I so much as hear a whisper that you’ve done something.” He warned, his gaze moving to Harry. “Either of you.” Harry nodded as the girl smiled, leading them out of the house to a large tool shed and opening the door.

Sure enough there sat a narrow hallway and four doors. Everyone took their bags and made their way inside, and Harry let out a low whistle as he saw nothing more than a twin sized mattress on the floor and several blankets and pillows. As he turned to Rory, smiling, Zayn wanted to punch him in the face. “I hope you like snuggling love.” He cooed. Rory simply chuckled, rolling her eyes as she set down her suitcase.

“I don’t think your little girlfriend would like that.” She said coolly. “What were you two whispering about by the way?” He bounced his eyebrows at her, smirking wickedly.

“She wanted me to stop by her room after you lot were asleep.” He chuckled.

“Well save yourself the trouble.” Zayn said. “We won’t tell.” Harry gave him an odd look, and as he looked between Zayn and Rory it was obvious the curly haired boy had figured it out.

“He’s going to kill you.” Harry said, nodding to the wall which Louis and Caroline were on the other side of. Zayn smiled, pulling Rory over and wrapping his arm around the small girl.

“Worth it.” He whispered. Harry smirked, giving them a small wave goodbye before making his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as the barrier between the two lovers and the rest of the world had been shut Zayn pulled Rory into his arms, crashing their lips together. She quickly picked up on the lip lock, wrapping her arms around his neck and running them through his hair. He grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his stomach as he carried her over to the mattress and flopped down on his back, Rory’s hips still grinding against his. He quickly reached up, pulling her shirt off over her head and attacking her neck with kisses.

She tried to get his shirt off, but was having a difficult time since he was propped up on his elbows. He swiftly flipped them over, bucking his hips into hers and smirking as she bit back a groan. He tossed off his shirt and made short work of Rory’s bra and jeans. She ran her fingers down his chest, tracing each and every scar and making him shudder when she stopped at the one she’d fixed up their very first night together. She slowly leaned up; pressing her lips to the silky skin and making Zayn hold back an animalistic growl. He felt her lips pull into a smile as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans, keeping her lips on his scar as she teasingly undid the zipper.

“Rory.” He choked out. That was all she needed as she ripped the denim down and Zayn kicked it to the floor, quickly positioning himself between her slim legs and locking his lips with hers. But just as he was about to pull down her panties he heard a gasp from Rory.

He spun around as she covered herself with her arms and Zayn felt his heart stop as Louis stood in the doorway, his eyes black as he glared at Zayn. Rory quickly snapped on her bra and stood, wrapping a blanket around herself as she stood between the two men. “Louis don’t.” She pleaded. “I love him.” Zayn swallowed nervously, knowing what was coming for him as Louis gave him the same look he gave a target, someone who was going to die. As Louis stepped towards Zayn Rory grabbed his arm, desperate to keep the two men apart, but he shoved her aside.

Zayn shot up, his own eyes becoming icy. “Leave her be Louis.” He growled.

“I gave you one rule Malik.” Louis hissed. “And you broke it.”

“Louis…” Rory choked out, tears rolling down her face. “Don’t hurt him.” Louis turned back to Rory, as if he’d just realized she was there.

“Oh I’m not going to hurt him.” Louis said, turning back to Zayn. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

And then he lunged.