Secrets

three

Hey guys, so this is chapter 3. Enjoy!

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I ran as fast as my legs would carry me down the stairs and out the front door. I really started to regret not taking cross country in school. Ugh. I could hear footsteps and shouts behind me, but I didn't care. I had just gotten my brother back, and now I have to share him? Hell no. Ahead of me was a street crossing, and just my luck: it was red. Well, I'm already in trouble, why not get in some real shit? So, I ran the red light. Literally.

On both sides of me I heard cars screeching to a halt and honking horns with some nasty words being thrown at me. That wasn't what worried me. The footsteps behind me never stopped. In fact, they were getting faster. Curious, I spun my head around for a split second, and BAM! I was on the cold hard ground. I was never an agile person anyways. Hmph.

"Isabella Tomlinson!!!" my brother screamed at me from across the street. He was doubled over, wheezing. He never did cross country either.

"You are in so much trouble missy" I looked up, and saw a brown haired lad with brown eyes staring back at me. There was a scowl painted on his face and his arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently. I smirked. I knew who this was.

"So you must be Daddy Direction" I spat, not caring that he towered over me by about at least half a foot. What? I'm only 5'5" ok?

"Yes, and I think it's time to go over our house rules" And with that, I was back over someone's shoulder for the second time today. Ugh.

I concentrated on Liam's back for the walk home. He had toned back muscles and smelled like lilac and coffee. Yummy. Wait, Bella. No. You don't like him, remember? He stole your brother away. And that's how Liam carried a clawing, screaming, punching girl on his back home. :) As you can tell I'm really nice. Note the sarcasm.

When we finally reached my house, he unceremoniously threw me down onto the couch. I yelped as my ass hit the fabric; it hurts like hell, ok? Liam smirked and replied, "there's a lot more of where that came from, love."

Shitttttttt. I don't think my bum can take anymore. I started tearing up a little bit at the thought of more pain. Then, 4 boys walked into the room and took a seat on the opposite couch. "I think it's time for introductions, don't you think?" my brother called out.

"Yeah sure" The guy I kicked earlier have a small smile at me before continuing. "I'm Harry, not your punching bag" He said, chuckling. "Erm... I'm 18, almost 19, and I guess that's all you need to know for now"

"I'm Zayn" A well built figure smiled at me. All I could think was Daaaaaammmnnnnnm. He was tall, had a quiff, dark haired with captivating brown eyes. Like chocolate. And he was this amazing olive tone. He looked Middle Eastern, and had a thick Bradford accent to his voice. "Um, I'm 20, soon 21 and yeah" he said quietly. I nodded politely.

"Love you already know me. But I'm Liam. Just turned 20." Oh yeah. I know you alright.

"I have a feeling we won't be getting along very well" I muttered.

"Um, hi love. I'm Niall" An Irish accent came from the other couch. He was shorter than Harry, but taller than Lou. Yeah my brother's a midget. 5'8" barely. He had blonde hair, but darker roots so I guess he died his hair. He was tan, but not too much. Odd. I thought One Direction was British. Oh well, Irish accents are hot as hell. "I'm 19 and from Ireland" He smiled at me, showing off his clear braces.

"Well, hi. I'm Bella. Uh... I'm 16, almost 17 and I guess you already know but I'm Louis' little sister." I didn't know what to say. I mean, there are 5 older guys in the room, one of which just spanked the shit out of you half an hour ago. Which reminds me. Owwwieeeeeee.