(BOOK 6) Spellbound - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 6 - "Trust Me..."

See? Chapter 6 already. But please don't expect a chapter a day. I just wanna update quickly right away so you guys don't get suspicions that I'm leaving again. Don't worry! All that will happen is I will probably drop it down to updating every few days or once a week instead. I'm sure you all can understand. :)

Oh and by the way, I will not be mentioning Davis or the new babies very often. Things can get way too confusing for me even with the five boys! If one of the children make a sudden appearance in the story, please just go with it. xx

Enjoy...

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The morning after one of the strangest nights of their lives. Sure, the most famous boy band in the world getting kidnapped was a strange experience and finding you about to give birth in an old warehouse were both very strange nights. But Niall actually liking Marcy, and wanting to be with a crime-scheming maniac...was unbelievable. Just last week he was terrified of her. Now...everything has changed.

It seems like Marcy has changed too. Seems. Obviously nobody trusts her except for Niall, but especially Louis. The tea that Harry gave him last night didn't do any good to calm him down. It wasn't until Marcy left at around midnight that Louis' heart rate could relax.

Today, much to Louis' relief, was the day to continue their tour. To make things even better, Niall forgot to tell Marcy that they were leaving. And Louis planned to keep it that way, by eyeing him the entire morning to make sure he didn't suddenly dial her number.

The next city wasn't that far away, but you could notice Louis' muscles relax more and more with every passing mile. Niall was relaxed too. He sat at the dining table in the tour bus for the entire trip, staring out the window. Strange. Usually he is so jumpy and blurting out every possible opportunity of fun the approaching city might have for them.

Harry comes out of the back room where he was putting the babies in their playpen. "Hey," he whispers to you.

It seemed strange to hear a whisper. The bus normally gets so rowdy that Paul demands we buckle up. But you suppose a whisper is appropriate, since the bus was dead silent.

"Hey," you whisper back, but you immediately realize he wasn't just saying hi.

As you follow him into the back room, you know something is up. "Harry, what is it?" you ask as soon as the heavy curtain is closed.

"I'm worried," Harry says.

"About Marcy," you guess.

"Well...yes," Harry admits. "But I actually meant I'm worried about Louis."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at him..."

Harry pulls aside the curtain just enough for Louis' small body to come into view. His hands are in fists on his lap and obvious dark circles hold residence under his eyes. His head bobs downward as if he would fall asleep, but every time he quickly shakes his head and then focuses his gaze on Niall.

"He didn't sleep a wink last night," Harry continues, "I heard him through the wall; tossing and even groaning once in a while.

"That means you didn't get sleep either," you say.

"It doesn't matter," he replies. "I am fine. Louis? Well...he is never fine. But this...is ridiculous." He paused. "Catching him last night...was one of the hardest things I've ever done."