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3. Where I'm not wanted

Chapter 3

I awoke to whispers from the room next to mine. Wait. My eyes flew open to find I was in someone's room, laying on a very comfortable bed. I looked down, thank god I was still wearing my clothes.
I quietly get out of bed and tiptoed to the door. It was open so I silently stepped over to the other room, where the whispering seemed to be coming from.
The door was open so I just stood there. Through the door I could see five guys sitting there on the bed, who all seemed to be having an argument over something.
"I can't believe you brought another girl home Harry! Are you crazy?" The first guy whisper/asked.
"Hey" said Harry "she just needed a place to stay..."
He was cut off by the first guy
" I'm pretty sure she is homeless. She's about 40 lbs and so skinny you can see all of her bones. She was just playing you so she could have a roof tonight."
"And you think it's a bad thing I helped her out??" Harry argued, not at all fazed by the fact that the other guy may be right.
"I'm not saying its a bad thing, I'm just saying you could have helped her in some other way."
"Look Liam, I'm glad your looking out for me but I got this one. She's going home after breakfast."
Liam still looked doubtful but agreed to disagree.
He then turned around and spotted me leaning against the door frame.
"Well, I know where I'm not wanted." I said as stood upright. Spinning around on my heel I headed for the door.
"Wait!" I heard Harry yell as I opened the front door. I turned around to be confronted with Harry,Liam, and three other guys.
"Can I help you?" I asked, just wanting to get out of there.
"We were wondering I you wanted to stay for breakfast?" One in the back said.
"Oh, no thanks. I really should be going. Thank you for letting me stay the night Harry."
He smiled "ok, well, goodbye!!"
I smiled in return "bye!"

I had just shut the door when I heard someone say,
"Thank God she's gone. The way you were acting, Harry I thought she would never leave."
That hit a nerve. I swung the door back open and walked over to the one who had said it, I could tell who said it because all of the others were staring at him.
"What did you just say?" I asked very slowly and quietly.
"Well, you apparently heard me so I have no need to waste my breath. "
I took in a deep breath.
"And who do you think you are? Trying to judge someone without actually knowing them first?"
He smirked, "my name is Zayn Malik, what's it to ya bitch?"
Lets just say, game on. I walked over to him and punched him in the gut. He doubled over in surprise.
"No one, and I mean NO ONE, calls Allison Horan a bitch. Got it?"
He didn't answer and so I took the opportunity to look around. Everyone was staring at me, their eyes wide in surprise.
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