Pandora's Box ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 5 Part 1- Splitting Roads

Author’s Note:

The most anticipated chapter so far! Chapter 5, the photo shoot chapter! Anyway, I’ve decided to spice it up a bit so if you think this chapter isn’t as good as the previous ones because of the little “spice” I’ve added then please, tell me! I’d love to hear your opinions! Anyway, I decided to write this in all of the guys’ P.o.V. So you can guys can have a different perspective now. See the story from someone else’s P.o.V other than Alison’s. And if I wrote only from one guy’s P.o.V, it would be really obvious as to who Alison will end up being romantically involved with so a bit of secrecy here! So Chapter 5 consists of different P.o.V! I’m so sorry for making things a bit confusing!

Remember, I’ll only update when this chapter gets more than 10 votes! So vote, vote, VOTE!

Alison

(P.S. My 1D knowledge isn’t really up to date so I’m sorry if I get things wrong! And btw, I’ve decided only Liam and Louis have their girlfriends because I personally don’t like Taylor Swift and I don’t know Perrie or Little Mix that well!)

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-Liam’s P.o.V-

BANG!

I was rudely awoken by the cacophony of loud, falling noises which came from downstairs.  Our tour finally ended last week, giving us some well-earned rest. Our break is supposedly meant to last for 5 months but I’m sure that we’re still going to be pretty busy then with promotions, talk shows and signings.

Travelling and performing around the world is extremely fun (especially when we performed in Madison Square Garden!) but it’s also tiring and a bit too sickening. But nevertheless, now that business is well and truly over, it’s time to let loose and just have a bit of fun. Go back to Wolverhampton and spend some quality time with the family, hang out with your old mates and even take the girlfriend out to a couple of romantic dates. God, how I missed Danielle! Sure, I spent some time with her back in New York but that was different. We were forced to pretend that we didn’t break up for publicity reasons. But thankfully, after spending some together again, we both decided to give it another try.

The commotion from downstairs was still occurring. I painfully tried to peel my aching body from the comfortable mattress I was happily laying on and decided to investigate what the disturbances was all about. As soon as I lifted the duvet off of my body, the cold breeze immediately blew through my bare legs, making the hair on my body stand on end. Note to self: wear pyjamas instead of sleeping with only boxers on.

After grabbing the jeans that I left lying on the floor and a T-shirt that draped loosely on a hook behind the door, I walked slowly out of my room only to be greeted by drowsy-looking Zayn. Zayn’s room was directly opposite mine. Louis’ room was next to mine and Harry’s opposite Louis’ and next to Zayn’s. Niall was forced to take the spare bedroom on the ground floor, next to the kitchen. But I guess that was a good thing as Niall had a habit of waking up in the middle of the evening to raid the fridge.

I stared at Zayn who had his eyes squinted, probably adjusting to the brightness of the corridor’s lighting. Unlike me, Zayn made no efforts to put any clothes on apart from the boxers he possibly wore to sleep. We looked at each other, bewildered and confused about the origin of the loud noises. We walked away from our doors and gradually headed downstairs.

The living room was empty and so was the dining area. As we got closer and closer to the kitchen, the noises grew louder and a ghastly smell filled the hallway leading to the kitchen. It smelled like burnt rubber and freshly-molten plastic. Zayn pinched his nose and breathed through his mouth whilst I moved lifted my shirt up to my nose. Someone must have left the stove on or something. Most likely to be Niall. He probably cooked something last night and forgot to turn off the stove.