Did I Just Get Adopted... BY ONE DIRECTION?!

Chapter 2: Things Happen In Weird Ways

Chapter 2: Things Happen In Weird Ways

{Liam's POV}

Ugh. Where was Louis?! It's been three hours since we last saw him, and we were all getting worried.

Harry kept nervously flicking his brown, curly hair back and forth, which he always does when he's nervous. He also kept fidgeting in his seat.

Niall kept running his fingers threw his hair, while eating some pretzel Goldfish. He always eats, but when he's nervous he eats twice as much, so he already went threw two bags of pretzel Goldfish.

Zayn was staring in the mirror, fixing his hair. He had a date with his girlfriend, Perrie, in an hour and he needs as much time as he could get. He was still worried, but distracted.

And me, being the 'Daddy Direction' people call me, was calling Paul, our body guard, our personal driver and his girlfriend, Eleanor. I was even considering calling Simon, our manager even though he would be pissed at us. Right as I was about to ask the boys who else I should call, the phone rang.

The boys and I all looked at each other, then the phone, then back at each other. As quick as lightening, we all dove for the phone. When all the other boys were wrestling and Zayn was screaming about how the were messing up his hair, I casually grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello. We are looking for Liam Payne?"

"Yes, Liam is speaking."

"Good. We regret to inform you that Louis Tomlinson is in jail, prior to seven unpaid parking tickets, and then arguing with the police about them."

My jaw hit the floor. He's in jail? The sass master from Doncaster strikes once more I guess.

"Hello?"

Oh yeah. I forgot I was holding the phone.

"Oh yes sorry, but uh. Are you sure it's Louis Tomlinson? That just doesn't sound like our Louis."

"We'll you are Liam Payne aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"Well, this Louis Tomlinson put you under his call-for-emergency contact."

I blinked, well that does sound like our Louis.

"Okay. When can we get him? And where is he? And-"

"Sir, you have to bail him out."

"Oh... How much?"

"Um... 2000 pounds."

{A/N I'm American, I don't know pounds and all that so if that is unrealistic just bear with me. THANSH ;D}

My eyes almost popped out of its sockets.

"I'm sorry, did I hear you right? Did you say..." I gulped. "2000 pounds?"

"Yes I did, we will be keeping Mr.Tomlinson here until you come. Have a good day."

The police man hung up and the boys already stopped fighting when I picked up the phone and they were all staring at me expectantly.

"Louis is in jail." I said, trying to hold my anger inside. I mean how STUPID can he be?! SEVEN UN-PAID TICKETS?! ARGUING WITH THE POLICE?! I'm pretty sure there was smoke coming out of my ears.

"BOO-BEAR'S IN JAIL?!"

"WHAT THE FU*K DID HE DO THIS TIME?!"

"Can you repeat that? I was eating..."

I think you can figure out who said what.

{Louis' POV}

"Get in the car." The policeman stated.