Everything was basically a blur after that. I felt a needle poke through my skin, causing me to feel faint and fall to ground again, blacking out. I don't know why they felt it was necessary to do so, but whatever.
When I woke up, I was on an airplane in the middle of the flight. I was sat between two body guards - they were probably there to make sure I wouldn't escape by jumping off the plane.
I was bored to death. I figured the flight from where I lived in the U.S. to Australia would take approximately fourteen hours. The Fangirls have confiscated my phone and all my other necessities. Which made me think - are they really sending me to another country with nothing in possession?
The body guard that sat the window seat nudged me. I directed my attention on him. "They left you your iPod. All your data has been erased except for your music."
I furrowed my eyebrows, reaching into my pocket and sure enough, my iPod was there, thankfully with earbuds. Thank God, I don't think I would have survived.
I plugged my earbuds into my ears and unlocked my iPod, opening my music. I was shocked and annoyed to see that the Fangirls had downloaded all the music 5 Seconds of Summer have released. I rolled my eyes.
Are you fucking kidding?
I sighed, deciding that I had nothing better to do. I clicked on a random song of theirs, entitled Long Way Home, and closed my eyes.
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"Miss Bladden."
The body guard who sat at the aisle seat had woken me up. It was then that I decided I like the body guard at the window seat better.
"We have arrived," he spoke tiredly, motioning to all the passengers who were now standing to retrieve their luggage in the overhead space.
"Great," I say sarcastically. "Now my life is complete."
The body guard who sat at the window (you know what? I'm just gonna call him BGWSATW) laughed, then coughed to pretend he wasn't laughing.
I stood up, following the two body guards off the plane. As soon as we descended into the airport, the four familiar fuckers whom were the reason I'm in this shit stood in front of me.
"Those are your masters," BGWSATW whispered.
I cringed. "Masters? No way."
"You must be Mia Bladden," the boy with long wavy dirty blonde hair spoke up. "I'm-"
"Ashton Irwin," I finished, "I know."
He furrowed his eyebrows, seeming confused.
"And you're Luke Hemmings," I point to the tall blonde, "And you're Calum Hood," I point to the black haired-with a blonde streak boy, "And lastly, you're Michael Clifford," I point to the blue haired boy.
They all seemed to be confused now; probably knowing my situation but wondering why I know a lot about them if I was suppose to be a "fake fan."
The two body guards have left by now, leaving me with these four idiots. I walked closer to them, but not too close.
"So we understand that you've made a great offense in your country, and that your punishment is that you have to live with us until you learn to respect and value bands..." Calum said, trailing off.
"Yeah," I said, crossing my arms.
"C'mon," Luke said, motioning me to walk closer to them. "We're taking you to our house in Sydney. It's quite distanced and reserved from other houses."
"It gives us the opportunity to make all the noises we want, as loud as we want," Michael comments, and I inferred that that was suppose to be a dirty joke.
"Nice, now you guys can murder me and nobody would hear my screams," I grumbled.
"Aw, we're not murderers," Michael laughed. "And besides, if you were going to scream it wouldn't be because we're murdering you."
My eyes widened, and Ashton rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Michael, you're going to scare her off."
I was now following them through the airport, probably to the exit. I huffed. "I'm not scared of you guys."
"But you hate us," Luke says.
"Actually, no."
They all stop walking and turn to me, causing me to bump into Michael.
"You don't hate us?" they say in unison.
"No. Hate is a strong word, to be honest," I answered. "I don't have a reason to hate you, I don't really know you."
They all seemed speechless, but we continued to walk anyway. When we stepped outside, the cold air hit me like a wave - causing with to stumble back with a shiver and mumble, "What the fuck, why is it so cold? It's July."
"Oh. That's because our seasons of both our countries is reversed," Ashton explained with a chuckle. "When it's summer in America, it's winter in Australia."
"Oh," I said, feeling like an idiot.
Michael took off his leather jacket and wrapped it over me, winking at me and pulling me at his side. I was grateful for this because I now felt warmer.
There was a limo waiting for us, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I would have thought a shitload of your fans would be crowding around right now."
"This is a private airport, Australia's only airport that has connections to America," Calum tells me.
A ride in the limo took two hours to get to the boys' house. It was filled with mostly silence, with the exception of few moments of chatter about random shit. It was awkward as hell.
I gaped when we were in sight of their house. It was fucking huge - a damn mansion, actually. There must have been at least twenty rooms in this place!
We rushed to go inside since the air was freezing cold. I was too cold to admire how nice the place was on the inside. After a few minutes of warming up, Ashton suggested, "Michael, why don't you go take Mia to her room while I make her some hot chocolate. Luke, Calum? Why don't you get started on dinner?"
"Wow. You must be the Daddy of this household," I mutter, with the mistake of Ashton hearing me.
His face went red, him stumbling over his words. "Uh... um..."
I shrug and follow Michael who was already halfway up the stairs, an amused smile on his face which made me realize that he found my comment about Ashton funny.
"Your room is right next to mine, so if you need anything, come to me," he informs me, opening the door to a room.
A fucking large room.
Damn, it could be the size of my house. There was a king sized bed next to a large window, a plasma screen TV in front on top of a wooden dresser. The walls were painted dark purple, and there were two other doors - one connecting to a closet and another probably connecting to a bathroom.
"Your clothes had been transferred to us as soon as they caught you red-handed," Michael says, startling me. "They're in the closet."
"Uh, do you think I'd be able to have a way of communicating with my friends and family?" I asked, remembering my traitor ex-friend. "Or just my family?"
Michael shrugs. "Dunno. Probably not, but I'll ask for you anyway."
I stared down at my feet. "Thanks."
"Ashton's probably finished with the hot chocolate by now, so we should get back downstairs," he says, then smirked. "Don't wanna keep Daddy waiting."
I laughed, following him out of my new bedroom.
Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it would be.
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