Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.

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29. Paris

Lias POV

The airport is jammed pack with crying and screaming girls, all of them desperately trying to get near the boys. Jelly begins crying so Harry picks her up and places her on his shoulders. Niall grabs my hand and we push through with the help of Paul and the airport security.
"Alright, everyone?" Zayn asks as we pile into the huge long black car that Niall calls a 'limo'. Dazzling lights cover the ceiling of the car and I stare at them in a daze.
"Yep," chimes everyone at the same time and Jelly pushes her face up to the window; gazing out at the city lights. It's getting dark now, as the flight took up most of the day. I snuggle into Niall, suddenly exhausted from the travelling. Niall plays with a piece of my hair, sending shivers through me. I close my eyes and drift off into a peaceful sleep as the limo pulls onto the streets of Paris.

"Lia," someone hisses, shaking my shoulders.
"Hmm?" I crack open my eyes to see the morning light pouring through a window.
"Where am I?" I ask, rubbing my eyes from sleep.
"The hotel, silly." Brooke laughs, making her side of the bed.
"How did I..." I couldn't remember getting here.
"Niall carried you up once the limo stopped, you were out cold and we needed to hurry inside so it was easier to carry him. You slept through the whole night." Brooke laughs again, beginning to fold up her clothed from the day before.
"What's the time now?" I ask, pulling off the covers.
"Erm... Half nine." She checks the alarm clock on the bedside. Wow, this room was huge. So was this bed.
Wow.
"Louis! Louis get back here now!" Harry shouts, banging erupting from outside the door.
"Brooke!" Lou says, rushing in to the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Lou, what on earth are you doing?" I ask him, crossing my legs and lifting my eyebrows at him.
"Harry wants to know if you-" Louis is interrupted by Harry bursting through the door and tackling him to the ground.
"If you want to go out to dinner with him tonight!" Louis shouts whilst being wrestled by Harry.
"Harry stop it!" Brooke laughs, pulling him off Louis.
"Brooke I-" his cheeks flush and I wink at Louis as he scrambles across the floor towards the bed; hiding behind me.
"Of course I will, Hazza." Brooke laughs, jumping in to his arms. I chuckle as he spins her round. The two of them leave the room and Louis raises an eyebrow at me.
"Niall tells me it's your birthday on Tuesday," he smiles as I head over to the dressing table.
"Yep," I shrug.
"Your eighteenth?" He prods.
"Yep." I nod as I begin pulling my hair in to a bun.
"Excited?" He raises his eyebrows at me in the mirror from the bed.
"I guess," I secure it and begin to unpack the little belongings that I own in to the drawers.
"Aw, come on Lia! It's your eighteenth!" He exclaims, waving his hands around.
"I know but I don't want anyone to make a big deal of it," I tell him, closing the drawer and shrugging.
"I see," he nods, a grin plastered on his face. He was up to something. Louis gets up off the bed and leaves without a word. I shake my head at him and pull out a pair of Niall's sweats and a vest top. I tuck in the top and rub my hands up and down my arms. Gosh, it was a lot colder here. Even though it was June. I open the bedroom door and take in a breath at the sight of the hotel room. It was slightly smaller than the other in Brazil, but I was a mess. Everyone has their own room, with the main living room in mine and Brooke's shared room. Jelly was staying with us too, she had a single pull out bed on the sofa. Harry, Brooke and Louis are no where to be seen so I sigh and begin clearing up. Everyone had dumped their stuff in our room, clothes, food and shoes littering the floor. I pick them up and sort them in to groups of who they belong to. Then, I pick up Liam's pile and head out of the door. I look up and down the corridor and knock on the door at the end of the hall. Luckily, It was Liam's and he takes the clothes from me, smiling gratefully. I grab the next pile, Zayn's and head to the room on the left of mine that Liam told me was his.
"Zayn?" I ask, knocking.
"Morning," he chimes, opening the door. His dark hair is a mess and he yawns as i thrust the pile of shoes and jeans in to his hands.
"Thanks, Lia." He dumps the pile on to the floor and I glare at him.
"Zayn." My tone is warning and he just chuckles.
"I'm a boy," he shrugs and I shake my head before heading back to my room. I give Harry his pile and track down Louis to give him three beanies that I found on the sofa. The last pile is Niall's so I push open his door and head inside. I spot him infront of his tv, gobbling down some sort of baguette.
"Morning," I say, placing his clothes on the coffee table.
"Morning beautiful," he grins, swallowing the last of his food.
"Had breakfast already?" I ask him, taking a seat on his lap.
"Yep," he laughs and I wobble with the movement.
"Guys?" Liam calls, coming in to the room.
"We're heading down to the cafeteria for breakfast," he informs us and I nod.
"Gotcha," Niall replies, switching off the television. I stand up from his lap and he leads me out of the room.
"Where's Iva?" I gasp, looking around the hall as everyone files out of their rooms.
"Here!" Her cherry voice calls out. I turn to find her on Paul's back and I kiss her forehead.
"Are we going to eat snails?" She asks and I furrow my eyebrows.
"Why would you think that?" I ask.
"Because Uncle Paul said that's what Fwench people eat," she says, matter of factly with a smirk.
"Oh really?" I laugh raising my eyebrows at Paul. He winks at me before jiggling Iva on his back.
"Come on, guys! Breakfast is getting cold!" Niall complains, hurrying us into the lift.
"You've just eaten!" I protest, wacking him in the arm.
"Shhh," he whispers, bouncing a peck off my lips and grinning.
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