My Faults

Louis' P.O.V.

"Oh come on mate, you can't use that against her," Zayn reasoned with me. I scoffed as I entered the kitchen. Always sticking for her. Just like old days. I headed towards the fridge without saying anything. "Louis, you're her brother. I never expected that coming from you," he added quietly.

I turned around to him and held up the jar of apple and carrot juice. "Do you want some?" I managed to say through gritted teeth. Zayn sighed heavily then nodded. I poured out two glasses of the juice and slid one over to him across the marbled kitchen counter. I felt Zayn's eyes on me as I sipped on the juice.

"Look," I started. "Her whole.. I dunno what it is, but these 'delusions'," I bunny-eared, "are just getting too far. She's what? 19? Yeah, she should be over these.. whatever they are." Zayn gave me a stern look but I put my hands up in defence and quickly added, "I didn't mean to snap at her and I really do regret saying it because it makes me no different to those punks out there who hurt Kitty but.. I'm just tired."

Zayn nodded understandingly then patted my back. "I understand where you're coming from but don't you see the look her eyes? She's so sca-" My eyes widened as our conversation cut off with Valerie's screams. We both shot each other the 'look' and ran towards the opened trapdoor. I literally wanted to turn into Superman in this moment.

"Why..." Zayn panted out while we ran, "in freakin' fuck..." he continued, "is the trapdoor on the other side..." he gasped out, "of this fucking house?!"

I shook my head but obviously Zayn wasn't looking as he sped up a little. Dashing into the corridor, the trapdoor came into sight. Valerie continued screaming out profanities, her voice carrying closer to us. Zayn almost jumped in but decided against it, sliding quickly, down the ladder. I followed right after to rush to Valerie, only to find Zayn frozen, staring at her shaking a doll. A blasted doll in her hands. My little flicker of anger soon vanished once I looked at Valerie's face. She had tears streaming down as she yelled at the doll, screaming once again soon after. She began throwing the doll at the wall, rushing towards it and throwing it again and again at the floor.

"DIE YOU STUPID DOLL! BREAK INTO LITTLE PIECES!" she screamed out.

Alarmed even further, I grabbed her by the shoulders from behind, Zayn ready at her front. She let out one final scream as her whole body shook, hyperventilating before passing out. I let out a shaky breath, saying, "Zayn... " His gaze, fixated on Valerie with tears in his eyes, turned towards me. He said quietly, "This isn't her playing around, Louis. Believe us."

I shut my eyes tight, my lips pursed. Zayn took Valerie out of my arms and slung her carefully over his shoulder. We headed towards the ladder, Zayn going first and I, last, to ensure safety. What in actual fudge is going on?

I paused, watching Zayn head up carefully and finally, hopefully, towards her bedroom. A sudden chill ran down my spine. Just a draft. Just a draft of wind from the broken window. I glanced back at the window. I should fix that. My face turning sour. My snapped towards the doll on the floor. I walked towards it, picking it up. My eyes widened slightly as I inspected her. She's not even... I tapped her face, hearing the glass. A china doll... but... I climbed up the ladder quickly with the doll in hand.

She should be shattered after all that... bouncing about.. My thoughts trailed off.

"LOUIS GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!" Zayn shouted.

"Fuck.." I murmured before sprinting up the staircase.

Notes

Another chapter will be up later on. :D