Hey, I'm so, so, so, so, sorry I absolutely COULD NOT update yesterday. I had a show that I was in, and I needed as much practice as possible and then the show was at seven until like eleven. I'm sorry if all of you hate me, but it isn't my fault. Love you guys! Here's the update! Also this will be two chappies since I didn't update Saturday.
I woke up on the floor. Harry was at the end of the bed, snoring his little tail off. I giggled and left the room. I saw Niall in the hallway. "You and Harry, eh?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "No! Not like that." I protested. "Mhm." He said unsatisfied. I rolled my eyes and continued downstairs to make breakfast.
Harry and I? No couldn't possibly happen. He doesn't like me like that. I don't like him like that... Maybe I have a little crush on him, but that's it. I mean he's cute, understanding, charming, funny, sweet, and his eyes, oh his eyes. Then that amazing body of his..
Okay, maybe a huge crush. But that doesn't matter though! He doesn't like me. It's practically written on his forehead. But that's okay, right? Someone in this house does.
I went to make bacon and eggs for everyone. "Morning." I greeted Niall, Liam, and Zayn.
"Morning." They chorused. "So, anyone up for eggs and bacon?" I asked.
"Actually, we were gonna get McDonalds." Liam replied.
"Okay," I giggled. "Fine by me. Just wait until everyone's up."
"Baby, they don't know about us." I finished. She was so beautiful. This entire night I couldn't sleep, thinking about her. My eyes became heavy and I soon drifted into a deep slumber.
I woke up in an empty bed. Where was Jayda? No, no, no, no, no, no, no. NO. Please don't tell me she was kidnapped again. Ok. Calm down. Maybe she's downstairs? Yeah, that's it. I went downstairs. "Oh, hey! You're finally up. We were about to go to McDonalds without you." Jayda laughed. I smiled. "Let's go."
I was last to walk out the door. But before I could, a knife flew, and hit about an inch away from me. "Holy shit." I breathed.
I turned to see a dark figure running the opposite direction. Harry took the knife and launched it at him. Just hitting the back of his thigh. I ran to the guy. "Who sent you?" I asked. "Pete." He smirked.
I pushed the knife in farther. "This isn't a fucking joke!" I shouted. "Where the hell is Pete?"
"I-I dunno." He spoke, sweating a very lot. I pushed the knife in a bit farther.
"I said, WHERE THE FUCK IS PETE." I shouted.
"I really don't know! He contacts me through a blocked number." He begged. "Please don't kill me!"
I looked at Liam. He nodded. I pulled the knife out of the guys leg. He screamed in agony. "Leave before I decided to kill you." I spoke.
He got up and limped. I turned towards the boys. "Great. Just great. My life is such a joy, isn't it?!" I spoke sarcastically and walked to the car.