Hi, I'm Olivia Doss. I am 18 years old, about to turn 19, and I years old and I live in the U.K. I have long brown curly hair. My mom and dad died when I was young. My mom and my dad's parents both died. My parents were only chillds and so am I. I have only 1 cousin. His name is Harold, but people call him Harry. He lives in the U.K. too with his 4 friends. Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis. Harry said that when I turned 19 I could move in with him. I'm 1 year older then him.


4. Chapter 4

Harry's POV

Me and Louis were sitting with the girl I met after he apoligized and she asked us if we wanted to hang out with her. Louis tried to tell her no, but I told him that it was fine. I wish I never said that though. When I had woken up from my slumber, Louis was laying on the ground while I was on the bed. I heard my phone go off and it was Louis texting me. Why didn't he just talk. L: Dude I can't talk, my throat is dry, I need water. H: Okay I'll go find some. I got up and walked to the door. When I opened it, there was a giant stair case. I walked up the stairs and walked to the fridge. I grabbed 2 juice boxes and walked down stairs. I gave 1 to Louis and I drank the other one. "Where are we?" "I don't know the last thing I remember is letting that girl take us home. This isn't home." After Louis said that the lights went off. Ofcourse I wasn't the one to scream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Help me Harry!" *Bam noise* "Louis? Louis where are-" *Bam noise....... again*

Olivia's POV

"So where does it say their at Niall?" I asked him as we turned to a big black house on the end of the street. "Here." Niall said shuttering. We all got out and walked in. All the lights were turned off. "Hello? Harry? Louis? Anybody?" I yelled walking to the kitchen. "You'll never find them!" yelled a girlish voice. I turned around and saw a girl with a baseball bat. It either had blood on it or smashed cherrys. "What's on the bat?" Asked Zayn being all brave. "Why you ask?" "Because we are just wondering." Liam spoke. "Well guess." "Smashed cherrys?" I asked. "Wow your good at this." She said. "Really?" Asked Niall. "NO! IT'S BLOOD!" She screamed. I ran around her and down stairs. She was such a freakin liar. Harry and Louis were down stairs with ice packs, no blood, just smashed cherrys. "You freaking little liar." I yelled. She came down with no bat. "You wanna go?" She asked. "Sure where?" I said sarcasticly. She got mad and she threw a punch. "You probly shouldn't have done that." I flipped her and she fell on her head. Cracking it. Ew!

Niall's POV

Olivia's been down there for a while. "Should we check on her?" I asked. We heard a bam. We all ran down to see the girl on the ground with her head crack and Olivia helping Harry and Louis up. I sighed in relief that they were okay. "Let's get out of here." Yelled Zayn. We all ran up the stairs. Olivia walked down and took out her phone. She was calling 911. I walked down and patted her back. "Your doing the right thing." I told her. "Hello. We need an ambulance on 4th street like right now please." With that she hung up. We walked back up stairs. Louis ran to her and picked her up while kissing her. I felt mad inside. Was I jealous? No I can't be jealous of someone whos cute, pretty, beautiful and I think I am jealous.

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