Moving Novels: They Don't Know About Us (Zayn's Story)

Chapter 13- Tough Luck

A/N: GUYS DON'T BE FREAKED OUT BY JAKE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE this is a relevant part for his story. :) I will write it after I finish Liam's. IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE. And you'll find out who's the mystery chick. YEY! Badabum tss!

OH AND LUKE, TOO! DON'T BE FREAKED OUT. WHY?! HAVE YOU READ A 1D FANFIC THAT HAS A MIND READER IN IT? NO? Good. Cuz, dude... that's my thing. (kudos to you if you know where I got that) ;)) Luke also has a story, btw. (YES LeCouchPotato. I'm gonna MAKE you write it.)

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Jake's POV

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Letting out a yawn, I rubbed my eyes, and urged them to open. I smiled at the ceiling.

What a good night's sleep. I didn't even remember getting into bed. I thought to myself. I shifted my head to see if Luke was still sleeping.

"Good morning... TABLE STAND?" My eyes bulged out at what I saw. I jerked myself up and looked around. Realization hit me. Anger crept up my veins, as I felt my face getting hotter. I ran upstairs and burst through the likely suspect's room.

I looked over at Luke’s figure. His mouth was open, and he was snoring. One leg was under the thin bed sheet, while the other was hanging down the corner of the bed. I bent down and leaned over. With one swift move, I pushed him off the bed, making him jerk awake.

“What the hell, dude?!” He cried.

“Why would you do that?” I walked over to the other side of the bed.

“Shit, man! Do what?” He rubbed his head, sitting on the floor.

“You left me on the floor. I woke up beside the table. A TABLE. ON. THE. FLOOR.” I clenched my fists. His body tensed. He jerked up his head. His face studied me for a second. I was getting more frustrated when he just sat there staring at me.

"Well?" I gritted my teeth. Luke widened his eyes as if he was startled, and he took fast but shallow breaths, then he looked away.

“It wasn’t me... Elle did it, go bother them in their room.” He looked up at me. I don't know what to recognize in his eyes. Pity?

“Fine!” It took me a while to get over his expression, but I left the room anyway. I heard him mumble a few things when I turned to towards the girls’ bedrooms. I opened the doors and burst through. I looked around, everyone was still sound asleep. I bit my cheek and walked up the first bed.

At least they were asleep in their own, clean beds. I thought to myself as I contemplated over the edge of Mandy's bed. I decided to do it anyway, so I pulled her sheets abruptly. I heard her gasp awake at the sudden rush of air.

You think that's cold, try sleeping on the floor! I shouted in my head. I immediately pulled one of her legs, careful not to let her fall. I didn't want her to have a panic attack. She wasn't happy I woke her up this way, though.

“Que Diabos, que inferno, filho da puta, que porra aconteceu?!” Mandy kept cursing in God-knows-what language, when I started to pull her off the bed. “Jake, what are you doing?!” She ranted, her hair all over her face. She was now sitting at the corner of her bed, looking the hell as angry as I am.

“Mnghgnmngh… SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLES....” I looked over at Megan shuffle in her bed, and heard her groan. A smile crept up her face. "Mnghh, PIES." Then she fell back asleep. I decided to pull Mandy out of the room instead, as to not disturb Megan. I doubt she was in this, but Mandy… I eyed her. Oh, Mandy has alot to do with this. I shut the door and urged her to look at me.