Escape

Chapter 3: New Friends?

“Woah…” I say as I walk down the stairs with the blonde boy.

“’Mazing isn’t it?” The blonde, I believe his name is Niall, says. I can detect an accent but I have no idea where from.

“It’s quite nice” I say with a smile tucking my dark hair behind my ear. “Oh and if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from? You don’t have a British accent.”

“Oh, I’m from Ireland” Niall tells me with a smile motioning to a seat for me to sit in. “Would you like anything?”

“Some popcorn and a water would be nice” I say with a smile. He smiles and he disappears.

“Hello beautiful” A deep voice says pulling me from my thoughts. I look over and see Harry.

“Hello Harry” I tell him with a smile.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asks and I shake my head. I watch as he gets comfortable in the seat beside me.

“So, where are you from beautiful?” Harry asks.

“Cleveland. Cleveland, Ohio” I tell him with a smile.

“Popcorn and a water for m’lady” An Irish accent rings out from the other side of me. I look over to see Niall holding out a large bucket of popcorn and a large bottle of water.

“Oh thank you Niall” I saw with a smile. He waves and jumps over a seat and is sitting besides the dark haired boy, I think he was Zayn.

“I’ll be right back, love. I have to put the film in” Harry tells me and not even five seconds later Gemma took over his seat.

“I hope you don’t mind us staying here…” She starts and I shake my head. “Okay. Oh and did you really not recognize the boys when you saw them?”

“No, should I have?” I ask confused.

“Well, I just thought… Well… You know that song you said you liked in the ride over here? That band is the boys;  Zayn, Liam, Louis, Harry, and Niall.” Gemma explains and my jaw drops.

“There’s no way” I mumble looking around the room spotting the boys scattered aimlessly. “They seem so… Normal.”

Gemma laughs at my statement and just as she was going to respond Harry’s over her shoulder.

“Gem, you mind moving? I was sitting there” Harry says with a dimpled grin. Gemma smiles at me and rolls her eyes at her brother before sauntering off to find a different seat. 

“What are we watching?” I ask.

“The Hangover Part Three, it’s really funny. You’ve seen it before right?” Harry asks me a smile.

“No, I have never heard of it” I tell him confused.

“Really? It was a hit last year” He tells me just as confused, “You had to have seen the first two.”

“Um, no. I never really watched movies. I was too busy for them” I say honestly.

Just as he was going to respond the boy with the windswept hair shushed us causing Harry to laugh and smile.

“Well tell me what you think of it when it’s over” Harry whispers to me and I nod focusing in on the film.

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“Alright, we’re heading out. We have unpacking to do and Miss Becca here is job hunting tomorrow” Gemma says with a smile as the movie ends and someone turns on the lights.

I stand up and stretch out my limbs. I sat curled up in a ball in the recliner laughing at different parts of the movie, Harry was right, the movie was hilarious. I just wish I’ve seen the first two before this so I knew all the inside jokes and how everyone knew eachother.

“Don’t worry love, we’ll watch the trilogy one day” Harry says speaking my thoughts.

“Thanks Harry” I say with a smile.

With that being said Gemma’s rushing me out the door leaving me to call out my goodbyes to the boys. Just as we were getting into Gemma’s silver Mercedes-Benz CLS63, I realized we don’t have my luggage from Harry’s Land Rover. My father is obsessed with cars, every time we would visit somewhere he would drag me to a car show, this is how come I know what make this is. I’m sure my jaw dropped when I saw the car but Gemma ignored me.  After we got my bags out of Harry’s car and set them in the boot of Gemma’s we were on our way across town to Gemma’s flat.  

We pull into a parking lot in front of a grayish building. Gemma gets out and I follow her lead to the back end of the car. Once again she grabs a case and I do the same. I follow her down the cement walkway and though a set of glass double doors. She leads me towards the lift and once we are inside she hits a button labeled ‘5’ and gets out her keys.

“It’s no palace but its home” Gemma tells me with a smile as the lift dings and we get out. As soon as we step out we are in front of a door. Gemma opens it and gestures me inside.

“It is perfect Gemma” I tell her with a smile looking around the spacious room. I believe it was the living room. It’s light a flat screen television mounted on the left wall in between two doors, the far wall holds a magnificent bay window where you can over look the city, the right side holds a crème colored sofa and on the wall there’s a giant photo frame with different photos. The room was complete with an oak colored coffee in the center.

“Alright. So this entire floor is ours okay? My room is here, there’s a closet there” Gemma tells me motioning to the doors on either side of the TV. “Here’ the kitchen, main bathroom. Oh, each bedroom has a bathroom. And a balcony… Here’s the spare room slash office… And finally! Your room!”

Gemma opens up the door at the end of the hallway to reveal a spacious room; light just like the rest of the flat. There’s a large bed in the center of the room with a chest at the end, a dresser with a television mounted over top of it, a small desk in a corner, a balcony that overlooks the city, and a hanging chair near a giant window.

To the right of the bed there’s a door. Gemma smiles and opens it up to show a large closet with an open door at the end. I follow her through it and we are in a bathroom. There’s a Jacuzzi tub, a shower stall, double sinks, and of course a toilet.

“So what do you think?” She asks leading me back into my bedroom.

“It’s great, I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay here Gemma, it means a lot to me” I tell her with a smile.

“S’not a big deal really! When Aunt Bailey called and asked if you could stay I automatically said yes. And when she explained everything to me there was no way I could say no!”

“Thank you Gemma” I tell the girl wrapping my arms around her.

“Anytime, now let’s get you unpacked yeah? And then I can call a friend of mine who needs a backup dancer.” The girl tells me and I smile as we open up my three bags and set everything up.