His Stupid Lies (Vikkstar123)

Chapter Eleven: Gone

It's almost been one year since my old book to this one. Finally, this is the last chapter of the book, though, watch out because I'll be writing another fanfiction about the Sidemen soon, stay tuned! Without further ado, the last chapter of His Stupid Lies.

Third Person's POV

Before anyone woke up, Damien snuck around the sidemen house to find something to eat as a morning snack. Looking in the second fridge near the lounge area, he could only find microwaveable food but still, he took the box out of the freezer and unwrapped it revealing a small pizza probably big enough to feed two people.

'It works.' He thought.

Opening up one of the microwaves in the kitchen, he placed the pizza in there and threw the box away, pressing random numbers on the machine. 'How did people work this thing again?'

Suddenly, the microwave beeped to life, the numbers slowly count down from 10:34. Each tick was a loud second and Damien was getting hungrier by second. 'Might as well just wait upstairs.'

Proceeding back to the living room, he saw that Simon was already awake, rubbing his eyes while sitting up on the couch, popping his back.

"Morning Sunshine," He said, surprised that Simon was watching him with dark eyes.

No light shined into the windows because it was still very dark outside, the moon seventy-five percent in the sky, shining with the sparkling stars around it.

The whole room looked like a horror movie would, a black tv for the murderer to crawl through, big glass windows on one side, and a dark spooky wall on the other, where Damien was standing.

Still, Damien could see the outline of Simon, stuffed into a blanket as if he were still dreaming, but fully awake.

"Waz up?' he heard Simon mumble from his pillow, his head jammed into the cream colored softness in front of Simon.

Moments later, an impact of a fluffy pillow came crashing towards his stomach area but before it could actually touch him, the pillow was caught by Damien.

"Nice try," he said to his half awake friend, now without a pillow.

When he was younger, Damien's dad had him take classes to defend himself. As a billionaire, he knew how to knock out someone cold with only his bare hands and he could speak ten different languages. Once he thought about it, he always knew he never had a normal life like other kids had.

His whole life he had everything he wanted with guards surrounding him everywhere he went, he had no friends except Simon, who he only met because of an accident a few years ago.

Before Simon had time to reply, a beeping sound could faintly be heard from a room away, smoke coming into the rooms and their fire alarms going off.

Both of them ran into the kitchen where the the black pizza inside the microwave was burning with a fire on top of it. The little grey machine couldn't hold the fire in and it was escaping. Little by little, flame erupted from the microwave burning the towel just a few centimeters away from it.

Though, Damien knew how to protect himself, he never delt with fires or explosions of any sort. Only his protecters knew how to solve that problem, but they were across the world now and no one had any idea he was here, in London, with the famous you tubers, The Ultimate Sidemen.

Smoke appeared right next to the microwave as he looked over and saw Simon with the fire extinguisher in his hand, blasting the thing. Soon, there was no more fire and just dark and light clouds of smoke everywhere in the kitchen.