Running Wild (a one direction fan fiction)

part 10

Lillies P.O.V

I woke up at the foot of the bed not really aware of my surroundings I was so tired and the light was streaming through the window shinning off of the phone on the table straight in my eyes. I reached over to pick my phone off the tale but while standing up to get it I noticed something that made me realise I wasn't in the room I should have been as I had a prime example of who was sleeping in the bed. Liv was squashed in the middle of the bed curled up at the top end however liam and Louis were either side of her at the bottom of the bed. Although I was expecting liv to break the bed rule sooner or later I didn't expect it to be the first night and I was also confused as to why liam was in the bed as well.

Seeing as Liv was too cosy in bed I thought I could get Helen up but as I walked out one room the sight of the living area was hilarious zayn was fast asleep half on the couch half off and harry was cuddling a load of cushions. I walked to the front of the bus to find jack awake looking through his phone,

“Good morning” I announced grabbing his attention which wasn't easy with the way I was looking with my hair looking like a burst couch and my eyes barely open.

“ere hey and good morning sleep well?” he asked giggling

“ I think so but am not sure how we all ended up in such weird sleeping places” I said just simply looking at zayn.

“ I know harry and Zayn were last to go I think” he said

“ yeah I wont wake them up just yet, do you know when we will be setting off?” I asked

“ in around an hour so if you could get them up it would be great” replied jack

“ oh thanks I will I just need to go the shop first” I whispered as I passed zayn and harry out the door of the trailer.

I wasn't going shopping for any normal reason either today was the 23rd of July and as true directioners know this was such an important day for the boys so I was going to the shop to buy some form of cake to celebrate their 2 year anniversary. I walked into the little American supermarket and was looking through all the typical stereotype food you could buy like potato chips, peanut butter, pretzels but I was looking for cakes which were proving hard to find.

“ hello can I help you” I turned around to be greeted by the most handsome young man ever he had light brown hair swept the the side with deep set brown eyes, his smile was from ear to ear and his accent made me melt; and this would be the one morning I don't put that bit of make up on and brush my hair.

“ oh hi am looking for a cake for a birthday do you have anything?” I asked sounding so naïve.

“ yeah we have loads down the bottom of aisle 4, and are you from England?” he asked not seeming phased by my hideous looks.

“ thanks and yeah I am” I replied fiddling with my mess of hair

“ WOW I love England and I think the accent is really interesting” he replied

“ you think? Well thanks anyway I personally prefer the American accent want to swap” I asked getting giggly and slightly red in the face,

“ well am glad I could have been at service to a lovely English person like yourself and I'd swap any time my lady” he said the last part in the attempt of an English accent. I must admit this young lad was making me blush quite a lot so I nodded in agreement and hurried off before he could take in my looks and not just my accent. I found the cakes and there wasn't much too choose from so I picked some chocolate log thing and went to pay. As I was walking out the shop and back to the trailer I heard something in the distance,