I'm No Different, Just Ordinary (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

Author's Note:// Guys! i'm really sorry for keeping you hanging. It's been a month or even months since i've updated. Been busy (as usual), my mom got sick, my grandparents stayed with us for Christmas so that means presents ;) and now, they are coming back for New Year. I know i'm not supposed to tell my whole schedule to you but i'm sorry okay; i just want to think of good excuses since i didn't update my story and cowardly holding myself back to continue. But anyway; i've had some good news and WORSE news.

The good news is, i made a new story and i'm going to post it sooner. The Worse news is, i'm having writer's block again and i don't know how to continue my story anymore or should i delete it. I was wondering if you could give me feedbacks, IF you're still reading mine.

Thank you for the people who became my fan, i'm sorry if i can't fan you back but after i finished this chapter, i will go straight ahead and click that fan button on your profile. :))

you guys made my Christmas and whole life complete aside from the fact classes are almost near and i'm at the brink of suffocating myself with school works but anway, i love you! and i'll keep my Author's note a little shorter ;)

Love Lots. :)

-officialbrielle-

Story time!

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Recap:

"Stay where you are and put your hands behind your head!" A man suddenly come out of nowhere as he was struggling to keep Liam still with the use of his grip. And the worst part of it all, he was holding a shotgun. You know, the one you often use when you're out hunting.

Who does he thinks he is; a sheriff?!

Harry's POV:

i was nervous-wreck and i think i peed my pants, but that would be an understatement of course, if someone appeared like thin air, holding some kind of 'wonder gun', holding our friend in captive as if we're criminals even if we did nothing wrong! What the hell is his problem.

"Maybe we can settle this in a nice way Mister?" Zayn anxiously come up with a question as our hands were raised in the air in surrender placing it fully behind our heads and if you were actually there to witness what was going on, it seems like we are some sort of robbers that are so close to being busted and should've been sent to jail immediately. "Mr. Gibson. Mitchell Gibson." the man who has a whitish type of long beard replied.

No not like the one Santa Claus has or neither Dumbledore, perhaps because it was nicely intact with his chin, brows scrunched up in the middle showing emotions of anger and confusion; a middle-aged man but looks like in his mid-forties, if you get my point; he was kind of fat though and wears farmy kind of clothes. I wonder where he lives because it was quite obvious that this house is abandoned, and we are stuck in the middle of not-to-be-known place.

"Mr. Gibson, i see. You are a fine looking man, if you insist on killing us with that gun you're holding; I think it would be a better idea if you release the man you're holding. There's nothing more better of dying with friends that are always together right?" Louis rolled his eyes whilst Zayn made a disgusting face that i rapidly snapped with a glare in their directions that quickly collected themselves back. "If i must give you a suggestion, i suggest that you shouldn't kill us right away." i gulped trying to look for good words that can make this man all gullible. "I assumed you neither don't want to get your hands all bloody and dirty due of killing us nor keeping us your captive forever; because i'm telling you, i'm nicely telling you that it isn't a great idea, mainly we have so many people waiting for us right now included that your conscience might execute your mind and make you go crazy? Like Cuckoo?" I made those ridiculous sounds of a Cuckoo clock while giving gestures of an insane person that earned a couple of laughters from the others. But as for the man, he remained serious. "so if we must give you anything you want, we will do it; just don't kill us." i ended my sentence with a whole genuine lopsided smile that shows 'hopefully-that-would-help-you-change-your-FREAKING-mind-to-not-kill-us' smile.