You're perfect in my eyes (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

*NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW*

Niall P.O.V. * 

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"Hey Haz,what should I say when she wakes up?"

I asked Harry because he always knows what to say to girls. He gets all the girls.

"Ugh, I don't know! Just don't freak her out. I mean, we kinda kidnapped her!"

Harry was right. She's going to freak out when she wakes up.

"Hey mate, get me a bag of ice or something for this bump on her head. It's pretty swollen."

I said to Louis who was walking towards the kitchen.

Louis came back with an ice pack. I set it on her head very lightly so she would wake up.

Her head which was on my lap started to move and her eyes blink. She opened her eyes. Her big brown eyes were full of terror.

"Fuck!" I whispered.

She stared at me with her head still in my lap.

"Hello!" I said with a warm smile. I tried not to freak her out, but it didn't work. Without saying anything she got up from my lap and ran to the door. She tried to turn the door knob but Zayn had already jumped to his feet and grabbed her from behind her waist. She had a tight grip on the door knob but Zayn ripped her away and carried her back to where we were all sitting.

"Zayn be careful with her. She's already hurt!"

Liam said, with his Daddy Direction instincts.

Zayn sat back down with her on her lap. He kept his arms around her waist so she couldn't leave.

"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?"

We all laughed. Then she looked confused at us, then she realized.

"Ohh w-aii-ait. Are yo-ou"

She couldn't get her words out. We continued for her.

"One Direction? Yes we're One Direction"

She covered her mouth and started to cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I didn't know why she was crying.

"Where's my stuff?" She asked.

"We set all your stuff in the kitchen. What's your name?"

Louis asked. But she ignored him. She got up, grabbed her stuff, and locked herself in the bathroom.

"Or just ignore me. " Louis whispered.  

Me and the rest of the boys laughed.

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Caroline's P.O.V* 

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Oh my gosh. I thought to myself. I finally meet One Direction and I look like this? I look terrible! My hair was tangly and puffy, my face was red, my forehead was the size of Texas, my eyes were red from crying, my clothes were soaking, and my mascara was running down my face. I needed to clean up, fast. I used all the stuff the lady at the front counter gave me. I washed my face, brushed and braided my hair, I applied some mascara, lip gloss, and some concealer under my eyes and on my forehead to try to cover my bump. It didn't work well but it was better than before. And I searched the bath room and found eye drops to make my eyes less red.

After about a half hour I came out of the bathroom looking half decent. All the boys were laying on the couch watching Mean Girls. I laughed because Louis was quoting every line. Every one looked at me.