One Adoption... Sorry, Direction (1D Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

The boys ran out the front door and saw the three girls dive into the crowd of fans.

"ALICIA! JENNIFER! JASMINE!" they yelled.

"I have an idea," Harry said, running inside. Soon he was back out, with a piece of paper.

It read, Check Twitter! X H

The fans all went to their phones, and saw Harry's latest tweet.

Meet our girls Jas, Jen and Ali. They're in the crowd; can you help us get them back? Prizes for whoever finds them. H x

There was also a picture of the three girls, taken when they had been laughing at the television the night before.

Immediately Harry's twitter got loads of notifications as everyone replied, and the boys watched from the safety of their patio as the fans all searched for Jasi, Jeni and Alicia. Well, except for Niall.

He sprinted down the steps and dove into the crowd. He regretted his decision as soon as the fans started grabbing and screaming at him, which was straight away.

"MOVE!" he yelled. "PLEASE MOVE!"

The crowd parted, clearing a path for him to get through. Friends grabbed their arms to pull them away, sisters tugged their sisters away and even total strangers yanked people backwards, out of Niall's way.

"ALI?"

"LUKE?" he heard.

"I found one!" somebody yelled.

"LUKE I'M LOST AND PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE," Niall heard.

"I'm coming," Niall called back. "Where is she?"

"I'm here," Alicia said. She saw him through the crowd and ran to him, hiding her face. "I want to get away now."

He picked her up and started walking towards the patio, where Liam was waiting. Liam tried to take her from Niall, but Alicia pulled away. Eventually Louis took her inside, as Niall turned around.

"Ssh," he said, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Cupping his hands around his mouth he yelled, "JASMINE AND JENNIFER, COME BACK!"

"NO, FUCK YOU!" Jasmine called back from where she was.

Glancing around, she saw that she had created a tidal wave, as people started converging on her.

"Shit."

Glad that she was wearing her high tops, she took off running; she sprinted down a side street, scaled a tree and swung to another tree. Dropping to the ground, she took off running again.

She dodged sideways into another small street, and found a park. She ran down to the river that was flowing across a corner of it, and climbed the leafy tree overhanging.

There, she leaned against the trunk and listened to the pounding of her heart and the bubbling of the water.

Jennifer however had taken the other tactic.

She walked quickly around to the back of the house, let herself in the gate and crept in to the back garden.

Opening the kitchen door, she tiptoed in when the most cliché thing possible happened.

"And where do you think you're going?" Louis asked.

"Upstairs," Jeni replied.

"No, go into the lounge room."

"No, fuck the fuck out of you," she replied.

"Lounge room."

"Go to hell," Jeni snapped.