She wasn't Kidding

Chapter 3

-Victoria's POV-

I decide on walking to the store because we only live like, 2 blocks away so, why not?

I'm easily distracted so I replay my shopping list in my head as I start walking.

Tampons...

Milk...

Tampons...

Milk...

"Ooof!" Somebody shouted from underneath me.

I quickly stood up and apologised.

"S'alright dearie." Said the woman, about 50. Unsurprisingly, she was irish. A lot of the population here in England is Irish. Chloe is very irish, right down to the pasty complexion and curly hair. She can do a great accent.

I walked to the refrigerator and pulled out 2% milk. Whenever we send Katie out here for milk, she buys the crappy stuff thats like 75% water. God, I hate 1%.

I put it in the cart, and headed for the snack isle, knowing that we need to stock up on the good stuff. I looked through the snacks with close examination, careful to chose the best and only the best to munch on. One mistake and Chloe will gladly kill me.

Grabbing some HoHos, donuts, chips, sugar cookies, and some mints, I feel satisfied with myself and walk to the 'Ladies' section. I quickly grab two boxes and head to the checkout, making sure nobody sees my buying that stuff.

I walk to the only open lane and put my stuff on the conveyer belt. Lucky me! I get the hot guy checking my tampons out. I inwardly groan.

He puts the milk in the bags with no problem, but had to add a comment coming across the toiletries.

"I'm going to pretend these are for bloody noses. Yeah, bloody noses..." He mumbled.

My cheeks blush as I hand him the pounds and take my bags, walking out of the store.

That wasn't so bad now was it Vic?

Yeah.....

That was pretty bad.

I shake my head and continue on my walk home.

There aren't many people current walking the streets of London, so I don't have to worry about running into people.

I plug in my iPod and almost immediately, the song 'Lose Yourself' blasts through my small earbuds. I start humming along as I walk and was enjoying my time.

Until a group of about 60 screaming girls run down the street, headed right for me.

I do a swift look around to view my environment.

My eye catches on an alley and I run in there.

Why the hell are they here?! I ask myself.

I realise this alley to be a shortcut to the apartment and I sigh in relief, knowing that I don't have to walk far.

I plug in my ear buds again and keep walking until I hear muffled talking from...behind the dumpster?

Well, This is it. I'm gunna be raped and they are going to kill me.

"Hello?" I call out. Wow Victoria, way to not let them know you're here. I mentally face palmed.

VI hear somebody shushing another person.

They obviously aren't very smart rapists

I come up with a quick plan that could end up really well, or really bad.

I pretend to walk away but turn around and lean up against the dumpster.

"I think she left." One boy badly whispers. I can see he has blonde hair.

"Yeah, lets see if we can get out of here." Another says, this one with black raven hair, getting up.

I jump out from behind and try to kick a body, but end up stubbing my toe on a wall.

"Shhhit!" I yell holding my foot up and jumping around; completely forgetting the attackers.

"You alright, lass?" One asks. I look up and see the faces of concerned and confused boys.

"You made my stomach drop into my ass! God you scared me...Who are you anyways?" I say, composing myself.

They give each other confused looks.

"What have I done?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"N-nothing. We are One Direction." A curly headed boy says with a cheeky smile.

"Oooh! Yea, I've heard about you guys. But....I don't know your names. I'm Victoria" I say, asking them their names.

"Niall." Says the bad whisperer.

"Harry." The cheeky boy says.

"Zayn." The raven haired.

"Liam." Your usual school boy prep.

"I'm Jennifer." Says the last one, pulling a serious voice.

All the other boys snort in laughter.

"Ooookay....? Well it was nice meeting you Niall, Harry, Zayn, Liam and.....Jennifer. But I gotta run." I say stalking of.

They all say goodbye and I continue my walk. But I barely make it 30 feet before I hear a girlish squeal, followed by more.

I continue walking but Harry pulls on my arm.

"Please. Do you know somewhere to hide us?" He asks eagerly.

"Come with me...." I grumble and pull them to the back entrance to the apartment building.

The girls are in for a hot, sexy treat.