Runaways -A One Direction Fan Fic-

Chapter 11: There's a Time for Panicking and That Time is Now

A/N: Hello all my lovely readers!!!! I'm really excited because Runaways is approaching 1000 reads!!!!! I know some other authors would just see 1000 reads as no big deal, but right now I feel like OMG YESYESYES!!! HAPPY DANCE!!!! FREE COOKIES FOR ALL!!! SOSOSOSOSOHAPPY!!!! :D

So yeah, as you can tell, only mildly excited (lol jk)......but a MASSIVE THANK YOU to everyone who's been reading this story, it really means a lot to me because without you guys, none of this would've been possible. So I will give you all imaginary cookies as a thank you gift!!! Also, I have finally decided how this story is going to go and I warn you, you may hate me afterwards......;p

Louis' P.O.V

It's official, without Nickolette here with us, we'd be completely fucked, and I mean seriously fucked. Niall's already managed to get himself lost not once but THREE times in the past hour which resulted in the five of us going on a frantic manhunt for the Irishman who really only took a wrong turn and was only in the neighbouring street. Of course, the leprechaun had used the excuse that he 'got lost because he wanted to' on all 3 accounts but considering that Niall's used that at least 8 other times, I'm calling bullshit.

"Do you guys want to see anything specific?" Nickolette asks, turning her head to face the One Direction pack that are dutifully following her.

"FOOD!"

"Sleep."

"Girls."

"Somewhere historic."

"Somewhere where we can get drunk."

Nickolette stops, "Well I can honestly say that we have all of those things here in Florence. Whether or not we get to them all today is the question."

"Today? We have all the time in the world, it doesn't matter." Zayn says.

"Well in that case, I may know a place where we can do all of those things." Nickolette replies with a smile, "Although Harry, considering you five are currently 'under the radar' I don't recommend you trying to use the curls to get the girls."

"Oh you just got owned mate." I laugh, elbowing Harry, who just attempts a scowl and pretends to be upset.

"Fine."

We all share a laugh at Harry's failed acting skills when suddenly my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Who the hell would be calling me? I think while digging out my phone. Unknown Number. Well, ignore that then. Thank you telemarketer for wasting my time.

"Who was that Lou?" Niall asks, walking over to take a peak at my screen.

"Just a telemarketer, I swear, if I ever find the person who invented that job, I will kick their ass." I grumble, shoving my phone back into the oblivion I call my pocket.

"Can I help you with that Louis?" Liam asks. "YEAH! Us to!" Niall and Zayn say.

I chuckle, "Yes boys, you can all help me kick some random dude's ass."

"SCORE!" the four boys shout, fist-pumping the air. Nickolette however, does not join in with the Jersey Shore style celebration, instead standing off to the side with a worried expression on her face.

"Exactly what area code was that number from?" she asks.

"Umm." I start, screwing up my face in thoughtfulness, trying to remember the number, "718."

"718?"

"Uh yeah?" I say, even though it comes out more as a question. What's wrong with 718? I think as  Nickolette nods her head slowly, making my heart rate quicken with uncertainty. "It's just a telemarketer. No biggie."