Living with One Direction

Chapter 10

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Kirti's P.O.V

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I had a text from an unknown numer.

"Mess with my boys and ill mess with you. You and your friend better watch your back.

-anonymous"

Oh shit. I wonder who it is. It can either be one of the girls messing with me, or it can be someone out to get us.

I've seen this in movies. It's usually the guys crew thing that want revenge. Nothing we can't handle. But I'm kinda scared.

How can I sleep knowing someone was out to get me....like this.... Just thinking of sleep and I was out cold.

*next morning*

It was like three AM, when my phone beeped. Who the fuck texts someone at three fuckin AM. Then I remember the unknown dude and I was fully awake.

Just what i wanted, I thought. It was him...

"You and your friend meet me at 235 Darington St. In 20 minutes.

Ill be at the coffee shop. No one else should know...

-anonymous"

I was a bit scared but tired, so I messages him back.

"First off, who the hell wakes up at this time. And who are you."

He replied immediately.

"You'll find out who I am very soon. Better be there ... or else.

-anonymous"

Ok now I am now shitting my pants. How did he get my number? Who is he? What if he isn't a HE? What if its a girl? What does that person want? So now I guess I should go and wake up Maya.

I crept to her room and was about to just walk in when I realized she was with Zayn. Wouldn't want to walk in on them, although I don't think she would do anything.

I lightly knocked on her door and opened the door.

I poked my head in to make sure they weren't doing anything. And was relieved to see they weren't.

I went to her and started calling her.

She wasn't waking up. I started shaking her. She finally woke up.

"What the hell do you think your doing!?!"

"Sorry I need you to see this and come with me. Please listen to me, I'm scared."

"Ok."

Five minutes later we are ready. I have a normal black track suit on. And Maya is wearing shorts.

"WTF do you think your wearing."

"Look, if that idiot- whoever it is- wants to scare us, he can. I'm not scared. This Is for if he tries to harm us." She lifted her shorts from one side. There was a strap on her leg.

She picked up a knife and strapped it, in a way that it won't hurt her.

Normally, I wouldn't let her. But she agreed not to tell anyone, the least I could do was let her protect us.

Before we left, she took out a paper and taped it to her pillow. On it, she wrote:

Sorry we didn't tell you before we left. But if you get this note that means we haven't returned and we are in deep shit. PLEASE DONT CALL THE POLICE. the people who have us will hurt us if we tell. So just wanted to say we are soooo sorry. ILY guys.