Little London Girl

Em hates One Direction. She hears all about them all day by her little sister Kayla. Finally, Em thinks she's done with hearing about them when she goes off to college but soon realizes that she'll never be free of One Direction, not when she run's into one of the boys and her world unravels.


18. The text

The next morning I felt a bit better. I rolled over and saw Louis sprawled out on the other side of the king sized bed. He must have fallen asleep while watching TV cause the TV was still on and he was still dressed. He had one hand on his chest and the other was on my side of the bed, his mouth was hanging open. But even in that weird and uncomfortable position he still looked adorable. I stood up and walked over to the dresser and pulled out a purple tee-shirt and some skinny jeans and walked into the bathroom to get ready.

The hot water felt good. Just something about being sick and then taking a shower, it feels amazing. Especially is your sick and you take a bath. I got a quick shower and then got out and just wrapped my hair in a towel. I applied some foundation and mascara and then walked out and tossed the towel in a pile that was starting to form in the corner. Louis was still on the bed. I walked over to him and nudged him. He moaned but didn't wake up. I took out my phone and took a picture and posted it on my twitter that I never used. Then I poked his side. Still nothing. I decided that I would walk downstairs. I could hear dishes banging on voices down there so I knew I wasn't the only one up.

I walked down the stairs. On the couch, Zayn was passed out on the couch and Liam looked like he was just waking up. I walked into the kitchen and saw Niall struggling with pots and pans.

"Good morning princess," he said when he saw me. He lost focus on what he was doing and dropped the pans he was holding causing a loud bang. I'm sure that would wake Louis up.

"Hey Nialler," I said. "Need help?" I asked. He nodded helplessly like a lost little kid at the mall. "What are you trying to do?" I asked.

"Make everyone scrambled eggs and bangers," he said.

"Bangers?" I asked as I grabbed a few pots and put them back the the cupboard.

"Sausage, you American's have such weird names for thing's," Niall said as he placed some more pots and pans into the cupboard.

"Right," I said. "We have weird names for things," I said laughing. I grabbed out a large round pan and instructed Niall to grab the eggs.

"Do you wanna make them?" Niall asked. "Lou said you had a crazy but good idea for eggs," he said.

"Sure," I said as he came back with two cartons of eggs. "If you want to make eggs and sausage, I have a good idea for them that's like my hot-sauce idea," I said. Niall nodded eagerly. I laughed. He really was just like a little kid. "Alright so I'm gonna need milk, cheese, hot-sauce, and I'll have you cook and cut up the sausage into bit size pieces," I instructed him, and he went right off to work.

A while later, the eggs were all cooked and slightly red from the hot-sauce. Now all we needed was the sausage which Niall was almost finished cutting up. When he was done he dumped the sausage into the pan and I mixed it up with the eggs. Then I poured the eggs and sausages into six bowels, Niall poured six glasses of orange juice and we called the boys for breakfast.

Liam and Harry were the first ones in the kitchen, well besides Niall who wanted to start eating but I wanted everyone to eat together. I walked upstairs and kissed Louis awake. He slowly opened his eyes. First he was in shock, and then he kissed back. I pulled away after a few minutes.

"The boys are downstairs waiting, I'm sure if we aren't down there soon, Harry's gonna think something happened," I laughed as I held his hand as he walked down the stairs.

Zayn was still on the couch with his pillow and blanket over his head. The boys and I had to force his out after the guitar and jumping on him didn't work. After like 15 minutes of trying to round up the boys, we were all sitting at the table. We started eating, Niall finished his helping in what seemed like a few seconds. He stood up to get some more and that's when I got the text. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I was expecting to see my sisters name but it was a blocked number. I opened the texted and read.

'Come outside or your sister dies...'

And below was a picture of my friends out with her friends.

"Who is it love?" Louis asked as he tried to peak over my shoulder. I hid my phone against my side.

"Um, Kayla," I lied as I placed my phone back in my pocket. I stood up from the table.

"Where you going?" all the boys asked at once. I wanted to laughed but I was in too much shock with the text.

"To the bathroom, I'm still a bit queasy," I said as I clutched my stomach. Ok, that was not really a lie.

I walked away towards the bathroom which was by the front door. I slipped out the front door and saw a black van with no windows in the back part. You know the kind I'm talking about. The one's that everyone calls the 'kidnapper vans'. It was the only car on the street so I started walking towards it slowly when I heard a man behind me.

"Take another step and you get a bullet in your leg," he warned. I stopped. "Now turn around," the man said again," I slowly turned around to see a boy maybe a few years older than me. He was tall with black hair and green eyes and he was pointing a gun right at me. 

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