Final Warning

When Liam invites his cousin Kelly to join him and his friends on a private island for a few weeks, Kelly begins to fall for one of the boys, she is forced to pull away because of her crazy ex. Then things get dangerous.

this is my first movella so no hate comments please ;)


1. Nightmare

ring, ring, ring. "Kelly, can you get the phone" mom asked as she stumbled through with three boxes that were stacked up as high as the ceiling. "Sure mom"

We had just moved to England from America and we were still unpacking. I picked up the phone and said "hello" into the speaker. "Hi Kelly!!!" I would recongnize that voice anywhere.

"Hey Liam."

"Kelly, how would you like to come to a beach house with me and the boys for a few weeks?" I considered this for a moment, on one hand, I would be at a beach house  with the most popular boy band out there, and on the other hand I would be the only girl there.

"I know what your thinking Kelly. But don't worry, I'm bringing Dani and Louis is bringing El."

"Ok Liam, when are we leaving?"


"That's fine with me."

"Dani will pick you up at six tomorrow morning. We are gonna rent a boat."

"Okay" I hung up as mom came in to get another load of boxes. "What are you doing?" she asked me.

"Liam invited me to the beach house tomorrow." She nodded in aproval, and went to get more boxes. My room was already unpacked, so I just had to remember where my suitcase was. I packed all my clothes and put it right next to my door and crawled in bed. Gonna love tomorrow.

I woke up on the floor, I stood up and saw that I was dripping in sweat. It was three o'clock am according to my phone. I guess I should get a shower so I don't smell like socks when Dani picks me up. I couldn't wait to meet Niall. Me and Liam may be cousins, but I have only seen him a few times when we were younger. I was a huge fan and Niall was my favorite out of them all.

Then I was hit with why I was on the floor this morning. Mark. My ex-boyfriend. I had a nightmare that started out as a dream. Me and Niall were dating, and out of no-where, Mark showed up and he had a knife. After that I woke up. Maybe I shouldn't go. Mark was the jelous type. Once right before we broke up, I had been talking to a boy that sits behind me. Nothing was going on, but Mark thought I was flirting with that kid. He yelled at me the next day in front of everyone. I said nothing was going on and got up from where I was sitting and moved. He apologized later but I could tell that his friends had told him to because I was so upset. He did'nt belive me, I could tell that he was not trusting so I broke up with him.

But he was still in America, no where near me. I had nothing to worry about.

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