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isabela was a regular teenage girl who lived in London, but she didn't think that was going to be hard. She hates her life. Her dad died about 3 years ago and she is now living with her mom who doesn't pay much attention to her. But she doesn't know that all of that is going to be changed by a little mistake. The next day she will find 5 boys that she never liked, in her room. Will she be able to get out or will never be able to see the sun again?

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3. what!?!

“No….no stop”

I tried to run to him. I didn't want him to leave me.

“Don’t go …”

I reached out my hand to the light in the sky. I wanted him to stay in my life forever. He is the only person who loved me.

“No…no….don’t go!”

I woke up with tears in my eyes and sweat all over my body. My breathing was heavy. It was just a dream, the dream that stayed with me for years. The one about my dad not wanting him to leave me. I shook myself back to reality and rubbed my eyes. I propped myself with one elbow with the other hand blocking the light coming out the window. That’s when I realized I wasn't in my room. My eyes shot open to the new surroundings. I was on a twin sized bed in a corner of the room across from the door. It was a small room with a closest and two pieces of furniture. I looked at the window it was high up that I can’t climb out of it. Shit. Sorry for my Lang, but shit. I took one more look to the room when my eyes fell on a piece of paper on the side table. I picked it up and opened it.

Hello love,

Come down stairs we have food for you. And if you don’t we’ll come up and bring you down here.

;)

Ok I guess I have people waiting for me. I didn't want them to come up and grab me and I didn't want to come down stairs. Be dragged or drag myself. Well here goes nothing. I got up and looked in the mirror on the door. My hair was in a mess. I look at my arm to see if I had a hair tie and luckily there was. I grabbed my hair to the side and put it in a side ponytail. I looked at my clothes to find someone else’s. I was wearing a white V neck that didn't show a lot and a pair of grey sweats. Ok this freaked me out. I was interrupted by talking from down stairs. It grew loud as I backed up to the bed. I got in and curled up with my knees to my chest. There were multiple voices but I couldn't pick out how many. The door shot open with 3 boys standing in it. The light from outside hit their faces perfectly for me to see them. Oh my god. No…no not them. I hate them. Why them out of all the people in this world…them.

“Good morning love, how did you sleep?”

I narrowed my eyes to him as a smirk on his face grew wider. I looked at the other guys to see them smirking too.

“Well let me introduce myself I’m Lou-“

“Louis Tomlinson, I know who you guys are. You’re the ones from that gay boy band.”

That set them off for sure. And that’s what I wanted them to do. My friends drool over these guys while I say comebacks of them. It’s pretty funny of what I come up with.

“Haha funny, you must be the bitch of the year.”

Harry said with his smirk all over his face. I rolled my eyes and turned my head the other direction towards the window. I heard footsteps but I didn't bother to look. I was yanked out of the bed by my forearm with a strong firm grip. I looked up the large figure in front of me. My friends told me the harry was 6 foot but I didn't think he was a tree.

“Listen here sweetheart, don’t roll your eyes. Don’t give us attitude. Got it?”

“Ok so you’re telling me not to be myself. Nice to know.”

Harry shoved me back to the bed. I fell butt first on the soft mattress. I looked up at him as he scanned my body with his green eyes. I backed up to the headboard, scared of what he was he going to do next. He chuckled seeing my fear and then turned to the door.

“Oh and by the way that shirt you’re wearing, it’s perfect with that black lace bra under it.”

What?!

 

 

 

 

*hey there. Hoped you guys liked it. And I love 1D I have no hate towards them. I’m trying my best to update whenever I can. I thank you guys for reading my fic. It means a lot. ;)*

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