Jade's POV
I sprinted down the street past the crowd of crazed fans who were charging straight towards me like I was a delicious piece of popcorn, mmm popcorn, while I headed for my house.
As I frantically searched my bag for my keys I realised I had given them to Becky (my roomy). Great I thought as I mentally face palmed myself for being so utterly stupid. I carried on deciding to try and find an other house with the door open. No, no, no, bullseye. I sped forward as if my life depended on it, literally, and forced the door open slamming it shut and locking it once I was inside.
After I had managed to calm my breathing, I observed the room I was in. Fancy sofa, fancy coffee table, fancy t.v, fancy curtains, fancy ... boxers, ewww. You should never leave something like that lying around. Anyway I choose to look around upstairs in this abandoned but rather stylish house.
The first room I came across had a king-sized bed with a one direction bed spread layed out on it and pillows with Harry Styles face on, strange, obsessed fans, and an other with Louis Tomlinsons on. I saw a reasonably normal sized wardrobe with sliding doors, awesome!
Then, from down stairs, I heard a familiar irish accent shouting to be let in. Oh poo ...
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Whom does the irish accent belong to??? :)
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FanfictionAfter a while of silence as the fans had finally faded a way I heard a familiar voice coming towards me. Flying poo. At least he didn't hear, yeah he doesn't know … right? Read on and all your questions will be answered…
