"Zayn, I told my boyfriend that he's meeting my best friend, " Liam informed Zayn. Zayn slapped Officer Horan one more time and wiped his hands on his jeans, careful not to hurt his broken arm. Liam wasn't even fazed by the hostage, he was used to seeing them in this cold attic.

"Okay? What's that got to do with me?" Zayn asked, pretending to not catch Liam's hint. He couldn't give four fat flying fucks about Liam's boyfriend. His circle was small, and it was going to stay that way.

"You're my best friend, aren't you?" Liam hinted. Zayn looked from the beaten up officer to his best friend.

"No, I'm Zayn. "

Either he could stay here and have fun torturing this piece of shit, or he could go support his best friend. Sighing, Zayn gave Liam a small smile. He could never pick anyone over Liam, not even Harry. Liam grinned when Zayn began putting on his black Converse, stepping away from the officer.

"Have fun in that very chair where I killed that red headed officer. What was his name? Michasshole Clitford?"

Liam put his mouth in his shirt to muffle his laugh. Michasshole Clitford? Where does Zayn come up with these?

"Wait... It's your naptime anyways Whoreman. Night night, " Zayn cooed and walked back over to the officer. He picked up a small shovel, then smacked it against his head. Liam winced at the sickening sound that echoed throughout the attic.

He ran over to Zayn who was repeatedly banging the shovel onto the man's head, to the point where blood started to form. Zayn's adrenaline rush was too high to be tamed. Liam took the shovel from Zayn and threw it into the dark corner.

"Zayn! You're going to kill him!" Liam shrieked. Zayn stared blankly at Liam, not giving a care in the world.

"That was the point, " Zayn said blankly. Liam gaped and then shook his head. Zayn needed serious help.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~

"Hey baby, " Liam's boyfriend greeted Liam and took a seat across from him. Liam smiled and took his hand in his own.

"Zayn, this is Louis. Louis, this is Zayn," Liam introduced. Zayn averted his eyes from the table and looked up at a good looking male with blue eyes. Zayn politely smiled, which Louis returned.

"I have a friend coming in right now, he went back to the car to get his phone, " Louis informed. Zayn nodded. He didn't want to meet another person at all. He was going to stay quiet and mind his own business​.

Well, that was until he heard a slow familiar voice.

"Sorry I'm la— Doctor Payne? Zayn?" The voice said. Liam took his hand out of Louis' and gasped at Harry who was standing up across from Zayn. Zayn wiped away the drool piling up in the corner of his mouth.

"We meet again, " Zayn pointed out cheekily. Harry nodded, slowly sinking down into his chair. Louis furrowed his brows, obviously confused.

"Wait... You know them? " he asked. Harry rubbed his temples, muttering a small 'yes'. Liam looked over at Zayn who was staring lovingly at Harry. Luckily Louis didn't notice the stare Zayn was giving his best friend.

Harry picked up his head, meeting eyes with the man who had a three inch scar on his face. Zayn winked at Harry, causing him to stand up. He grabbed Zayn's wrist and pulled him into the bathroom.

The last thing Liam saw before the two of them disappeared was the smirk Zayn gave him, and the way he raised his eyebrows up and down. Liam shook his head and focused his attention back to his confused boyfriend.

-

Harry pushed Zayn up against the bathroom wall and stared into his eyes. Zayn's breathing quickened as he felt Harry's hands pushing him into the wall.

"Push me up against the wall, don't take it easy," Zayn breathed. Harry's stare hardened at the comment Zayn made.

"Why are you everywhere that I go?" Harry growled. Zayn swallowed, breaking eye contact. Harry couldn't figure him out. If he was figured out, then his plan on Halloween wouldn't work.

He looked back up at Harry who was full on staring at him like he was the last piece of chocolate cake. Harry lowered his arms when he realized that Zayn still had on a cast.

"I find cameras in my home, I feel like I'm being watched, and everyone that I know is dying! My old therapist is out there, who the hell are you?"

Zayn blinked and tilted his head to the side. That small gesture hid away the fact that Harry might be on to him. Harry was too oblivious to find out so soon. He wasn't going to accuse an "innocent" person.

"What?" Zayn blurted. Harry snatched Zayn's wrist and pulled down the sleeve. Sixteen people he knew died. There were sixteen cuts on Zayn's wrist.

"You killed them, didn't you!?" Harry interrogated. Zayn shook his head and got himself ready for fake tears.

"I- I told you that I cut myself because my lover doesn't love me! Why are you accusing me? Is it the scar on my face? I g-get judged a lot because of it! I was mugged and had a knife used on me!  I didn't kill that poor innocent girl! Why are you so suspicious w-with me and not anyone else?" Zayn lied. He let a tear slip down his face. Harry's eyes softened and he completely let Zayn go.

Zayn wiped his face dry, avoiding Harry's eyes. Perfect.

"I- I'm sorry. It's just... I'm on the edge. I'm terrified, okay? Stop cutting yourself, it isn't good, " Harry said softly. Zayn wiped at his face again, giving Harry a thumbs up. If he wasn't a psychopath, then he would become an actor.

"And you... You randomly had me questioning my sexuality. Something about you makes me curious..." Harry admitted. He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Zayn to stand there and think.

He didn't like lying to Harry, but it would blow away his whole plan if he didn't lie. He didn't care though, the same words kept flowing through his mind.

You randomly had me questioning my sexuality. Something about you makes me curious...