Trapped (1D and JB horror)

Chapter 12: Just Friends

Wow.

I hate wattpad mobile, it screwed up all of my shit and it accidently uploaded the wrong chapter, and I'm about ready to pull my hair out and scream. If you read the wrong chapter for the five minutes it was on here, I'm sorry. this is the real chapter.

So I shook it up a bit, this is in Rachel's POV. Enjoy!

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"Where did Tori and Justin go?" Laura asked, and I turned. Tori was just there a second ago, and now the spot on the sheets was vacant.

"They probably ventured out on their own," Louis answered. Then he smiled. "Hey, who wants to go off now?"

There was a mixture of positive and negative, and my answer was a "no." I don't know if it's because I'm paranoid or something, but this house felt . . . Evil to me. It just have of a really bad vibe that I felt. Not that I'd ever tell anyone this, they'd think I'm crazy or something.

Get a grip on yourself, Rachel. The house isn't evil.

"I dunno, guys," Annabelle said, shying away a little. Liam smiled at her and slung his arm around her shoulder before kissing her on the cheek. That made her smile and me look down.

To say that I was jealous was an understatement. I know I'm supposed to be Annabelle's best friend, but how can I be faithful to her when I have the biggest crush on her boyfriend?

But I mean, who wouldn't have a crush on Liam James Payne? He was sweet, cute but muscular, he had an amazing voice, you could easily talk to him, and . . .

And he was hers.

Inside of me, I knew that this was all my fault. I was the stupid one who introduced Annabelle to Liam in the first place! They wouldn't even have gotten to know each other in the first place of it wasn't for me!

"Well that was eventful," I commented as I snuggled against Liam's chest. Harry was fake whining because Louis beat him on an intense death match or whatever, and Louis was doing his victory dance that consisted of the windmill and slapping his ass.

Just as I started to get comfortable against my best friend, I said," oh yeah, I hope you guys don't mind, my friend Annabelle is coming by to pick up her things."

"Winner winner chicken dinner!" Louis screamed before flapping his arms like a chicken.

"Come on Lou," Harry groaned while running his hands through his curls.

"We don't mind," Zayn answered from his side of the room. Rose nodded in agreement before the two lovebirds went back to their conversation on my couch.

"Are you tired babe?" Liam asked me, taking a strand of my reddish brown hair that was falling in my eyes and tucking it behind my ear. I just yawned and snuggled up closer to him in response. He rubbed my shoulder lightly before resting his hand on my thigh and I swear my heart stopped for a couple of seconds.

Some expert in the world said that if your crush on someone lasts more than four months, you're in love. If this fact was true, when I was completely in love with Liam, my childhood best friend.

It was a bit sad to realize that after almost a year of flirting quietly with him, I got nowhere. He wasn't helping me, either. Liam always sent me mixed signals, one minute I thought he was into me, and the next he was calling me his pal. That's it, pal. He would call me Love occasionally, but he did that to every other girl like all of the boys did.

You've never known the real definition of confusion until you're convinced you're halfway in and halfway out of the friend zone with Liam Payne.