That One Wish [Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction] on hold

Chapter Two - What in the bloody hell is going on!?! - EDITED =)

Here it is!

[A-N; ON THE LEFT IS A NEW PICTURE OF CHARLOTTE, TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!]

Charlottes P.O.V.

"Happy birthday!" I heard familiar yetunfamiliar voices yell behind me.

My first instinct was to not to turn around and to just run for the knifes...and that's exactly what I did. I grabbed the largest knife from my kitchen and held it in my right hand as I slowly turned around to reveal five faces that I never thought I'd see in my life. Forget about that, they were in my kitchen, staring wide eyed at me and the large butcher knife I had in my grasp.

"What the bloody hell?" I hissed in awe. I was so shocked, I couldn't muster up the energy to scream.

As of right now one direction were in front me!

All I could do was stand there and stare probably looking like an idiot. I felt myself drop the large knife I had in my grasp, and suddenly darkness arose over me and, from what I remember, I went unconscious in someone's arms.

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Louis' P.O.V.

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I walked up to the stunned girl as she dropped the knife (Thank god) and waved my hands in front of her face.

"Hello....." And about seven seconds after waving my hand in her face, she fell into my arms and lost consciousness.

"I kind of have that effect on girls." I say with a small grin played upon my lips as I study her striking features. I probably looked like an idiot, just randomly smiling down at her, but she was unquestionably beautiful.

I shake those thoughts away, reminding myself I already had a gorgeous girlfriend at home. I then picked her up in my arms.

"What do we do with her? This is the first time we actually have to take care of one of te girls that faints on us!" Harry cried agitated, pacing back and forth. He always took everything as a big deal. My mum's a nurse, so I'm pretty sure on what to do.

I walked up the first three flights of stairs with the lads hot on my heels, looking for her room. A bright white and hot pink striped door caught my eye and I figured it was hers. Walking in, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw all the pictures of her, and what seems to be her friends, scattered neatly across each wall.

There were also many posters. On the left wall, it seemed to be based on celebrities, mostly singers and musicians. I saw some of One Direction's posters that were pinned up, and smiled to myself. I loved to see us on our fan's walls. They cared so much and thought of us enough to take the time and create a wall for us. And even if they didn't have any posters, they were still all amazing.

I walked over to her bed and laid her down, covering her up and headed for the door again. "What are you doing? Are you just going to leave us in here with a passed out girl? Your mum is a nurse, fix her!" Harry, once again, freaked out. Frustration flashed in his eyes.

"I'm just going to get water and a wet rag. I'll be right back," I laugh. I run down the steps to the kitchen and start to search for the rags and cups, which I wet and filled afterwards before heading back upstairs. The boys were sitting in random spots in her room and Niall was lightly strumming to 'The A Team' on acoustic guitar that he must have found in the room. She was lying motionless on her bed, the same place where I put her.

I sat on the edge of the bed and put the rag over her head and put the water on her white night stand. She looked so peaceful and cute when she slept, especially without that knife in her hand.

I mentally slap myself. I was not going to sit there and have perverted thoughts of a sleeping girl.

Soon all the lads were all standing or sitting near her, Niall still strumming to the song.

"Niall you strummed that part wrong, it supposed to be like, da da, da da, da da da, da da. Not da da da dada- " Harry corrected, but Niall cut him off.

"Harry shut up!"

"No your the one who should know how to play guitar!" Niall put down the guitar and walked closer to Harry.

"I just learned how to play the song a bloody week ago!"

"Well maybe you should have learned better you idiot!"

And with that, Niall had jumped on to Harry's back and playfully tackled him to the ground.

It was like this back home, but we never Really fought.

This went on for another two minutes until Charlotte started to stir in her sleep.

We must have been louder than we thought because she started squirming and eventually opened her big brown eyes before quickly attaching her hand to her forehead.