Chapter 7

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They weren't in the hospital for much longer, and got ready to go. Louis wrapped his arm around Kay's waist as they walked out of the hospital. Niall looked over and saw, and went to do the same thing. He hesitated, but forced himself to do it. Bre looked over at him and smiled, sending warm feelings through him.

The drive home wasn't long, but there was a crowd of people by the doors. Reporters, fans, paparazzi. The whole package.

When Louis parked the car, he leaned his head back against the seat and groaned. "Out of all times, it has to be now."

"We'll get past them, don't worry." Zayn unbuckled his seatbelt, and was the first one out of the car.

As soon as the group of people saw Zayn get out, they rushed over. The others got out and stayed close by each others sides, making sure they couldn't be separated. Right off the bat, they noticed Louis' bandaged arm.

"Oh my god, what happened Tommo?!" One of the fans asked.

"Oh, just a little accident, that's all."

As they continued to walk, the girls could see some of the fans giving them dirty looks. When they were about to walk through the hotel doors, they heard one of them say "You can do so much better guys!".

The girls shrugged it off. This was going to happen a lot, so they might as well get used to it. They followed the boys into the elevator, and the same old elevator music began to play.

"Is it just me, or does the elevator music make it seem like so much longer to get to our floor?" Niall looked around.

Liam laughed. "Sure, Niall. Sure."

When they got to their floor, which seemed to take forever, they didn't waste anytime to get in their hotel room. When they walked in, Bre crashed on the sofa, face first.

"I'm so tiiiirrrreeed." Her voice was muffled, but could be made out.

"Then go to sleeeeeeeeeep." Niall mimicked.

"But I don't wanna."

"Then don't complain." Niall grinned.

Liam walked over to the table, to find a note. He picked it up and looked over it, before telling the others. "Hey guys, you may want to check this out."

Bre sat up and looked over the back of the couch, while the others walked over to Liam.

"What's that?" Riss asked.

"It's a note." Liam answered.

"Well, what does it say?" Zayn asked, his voice full of urgency.

"It says; Hello my darlings. I hope Louis is doing well. It would be a shame for him to be out of the game so soon. Anyways, turn on your T.V. I have a surprise for you. Sincerely, your good friend."

Bre reached over for the remote on the coffee table and turned on the T.V. What they saw on the screen, was themselves. They were on camera.

"What in the world..." Louis looked at the T.V, then looked around to see if he could find the hidden camera.

"You're looking straight at it." Kay said as he turned.

"Right here?" He pointed in front of him.

Kay looked at the T.V. "Yep."

Louis walked over to the bare wall. He could see nothing. No camera, no hole. Nothing. "This makes no sense." He began to touch the wall. "Tell me when my hand covers it."

As he moved his hand over the wall, the others watched the screen. "Right on it." Riss said as the screen went black.

Louis lifted his hand, and they could see everything on the screen again. He examined the wall, but he still couldn't see anything. "There's no way."

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