It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


39. Chapter 39:)

I woke up in Louis' arms still. It was a really sleepless night, and I woke up almost every hour, thinking about the hobo in closet. I wonder if he was still alive... he wasn't beating on the door all night long. It was creepier looking at the closet door and around the top floor at night, but now the sunlight is shining through the window, and it seems brighter. I looked over at the closet door, moving Louis' arm aside, stepping up. I needed to know. Is he still alive? Or, did he die in the night? One part of me hoped he was alive, while the other wished him dead. He tried to attack me... that wasnt the best part of my life. Louis woke up, seeing me step away from him, and looked up at me questioning me.

"Just want to see if he's still alive...." I say, and Louis shakes his head, smirking.

"You care too much about everyone." Louis says, and stands up with me, walking to where I am.

"No I dont." I say, blushing. I step farther away from the door, walking past Louis and down the steps. "We dont need to see him then." I call after Louis, who is rushing to catch up to me. He was still only in his boxers, which is how he usually slept. I'd taken his t-shirt and put that on over my jeans for pajamas that night. I didnt know how long this run-off would last, and I wasnt going to use up all my good clothes in a few days. But, me and Louis were going to get ready and run off to the store. I walked past a few people, still asleep on the floor, I walked past Niall, Liam and Zayn. Harry and Molly were awake already.

"Hey Molls. Hey Harry." I say, walking past them sitting against the wall, playing with their cell phones.

"Hey." Molly says, and Harry just doesnt respond. I walk outside quickly before Louis catches ahold of my wrist.

"Where are you going?" He asks. I have to look up slightly to look him in the eyes. He smiles when my eyes reach his.

"To get the clothes I forgot about over there." I say, and point to the other end of the field. The grass was blowing with the hot summer wind. It felt nice, remembering how cold it was at night last night. I was so cold, and the only blanket I had was Louis' arms. I really wish I would've grabbed a few blankets and things before we got off the tour bus yesterday. But, we were trying to get away from Paul before he caught us. And, I forgot about all that stuff while I was in my head thinking about Louis' newly-found bad-boy attitude. I look at the light grass as the breeze swishes it around. I look over to where I can see my nice packing bags over on the other side of the field. It was bright red, if there was a neon red, it would be a dead ringer for it. They were huge bags, and I hated the thought of them being out there all night. They're Arturo Vitali and they are extremely one of a kind.

"Are those bags too model-perfect to be sitting over there?" Louis asks, finally responding. He was just joking around.

"They're Arturo Vitali's collection of Packaging For Models or emballages pour les modèles." I say, and he ruffles his eyebrows at me.

"What do you mean? I dont understand." He says, and pokes his shoulder at me.

"It's French for Packaging For Models." I say, and I was joking about the whole thing.

"So, now you're a model, eh?" He asks, a mischevious smirk, he liked when I poked fun at him. So, he likes a game, eh? Well, he's met me, and I'm the creator. 

"Okay, well, let's go get them, please?" I ask, in such an innocent voice, he just nods his head, grabs my hand and we start walking over. I hadnt put my shoes on before I walked out, so I felt the grass on my feet. It was soft and squishy, and it felt kind of wet. Probably dew from the morning. I smile as Louis just keeps his eye on the bags we're going to get.

"You know, you wont win." Louis says, a smirk creeping onto his face. Mischevious man.

"Uh, what exactly am I not winning?" I ask. Game on.

"This game you're playing. Where you act like a stuck-up snobby model." He says. I fake a hurt face, and stop in my tracks, making him come to a halt besides me. 

"What? You think I'm a stuck up model? That hurts Louis...." I say, and Louis doesnt take that smile off his face. But, his eyes deepen.

"W-what game is this?" Louis asks me.

"Oh, just the best one I could come up with at the time. There will be a better one next time. I need to think the other one through first. This one didnt have a setup." I say, and his eyes lighten up again, and that smile returns.

"Oh yeah? You will, eh?" Louis asks me, and I nod. He chuckles. I like his laugh. It's so deep and throaty.

"Yes, yet it will be." I say as we reach my bags. There is a piece of paper stuck under it when I pick up my purse. It says:

To Kendal. Read without anyone else around. 

From: Anonymous.

I quickly hid the note, so Louis didnt see. I would definetly share it with only Louis later on. Louis picked up my other bag like a bellhop and we walked back to the cabin. I told Louis that I was going to get dressed, and I rushed into an empty room. It had a toilet and a sink and shower installed in it. I turned on the shower to make it seem like I was actually taking one. I pulled the note out of my pants as I put the toilet cover down and sat on it. I read the note in my head. It read this:

Hello, Kendal.

I see you can follow directions. So, you've gotten this note, which means, you know I know where you're hiding. And, it's only a matter of time before I actually tell someone. Unless you do as I say. If you try to run and get away, I will tell the police. And Paul. They will come and get you. I am around you no matter what you think. No, I'm not living in the same house as you, but you've stumbled upon my house in the woods. And, I've been watching from the woods. I saw you and your little boy come out and retrieve your bags, and I know now that you only try to protect everyone else before you're safe and happy. And I know you're good at playing games and lying. And, I'll be watching you from outside. Dont go crazy thinking about where and who I am, Goodbye, Kendal. Happy hunting for me.


I dropped the paper, in shock. I shut the shower off after dipping my head inside it, making my hair a little wet before I went out. I made sure I looked like I'd taken a shower. Those words are driving me crazy already. *Dont go crazy thinking about where and who I am....* I need to know who it is, and how they know about me, and all these people. How they know who Paul is, and why they're watching me. What would happen when me and Louis go to the store, will they think we're running? What would they do about it, would they tell the police, Paul? I walked out of the bathroom, and everyone looked at me. I must have looked like a ghost. That note had me scared half to death.

"I-I-I... Louis, come here for a minute." I say, and Louis responds instantly, and he takes me by the arm, and we walk upstairs really fast.

"What is it? You look terrified. Was there a spider in the shower? Did it jump our and scare you?" Louis says, and smirks.

"This isnt a joke... Louis, seriously. There is this note, I just got it, someone put it in my purse, and I just read it. It is the thing that's scaring me. Nothing else. And I really didnt take a shower. I had to read this." I say, and Louis' smirk fades quickly.

"Do you know who wrote it?" Louis asks me.

"No, but I know they're watching us and that they'll call Paul and the police if I dont do as they say. I guess I need to go look for more notes. And.... well, alone..." I say, and Louis shakes his head.

"No, I wont let you. I dont care if they call the police, what are they going to do, arrest us for running away from a murderer? And if they call Paul, we'll call the police ourselves." Louis says, and I smile.

"Okay, but atleast read it first." I say. I hand the note to him, stepping in front of the window and him so the person cant see, if they're watching, that I've showed Louis. He reads over it for about a minute before handing it back, his face as white as mine was. The colour came back slowly to his face as he turns back to me.

"This is creepy." He says. I nod.

"They know we can play games and tricks. And they know we're good at it. They must be fans because they cant get all that information from us only being here for a day... We need a better game. Game on." I say, and Louis smirks. He nods, his mischevious mood coming to him again.

"Game on." He repeats.

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