Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 12: Enter, The World of One Direction

Hey guys! Here is chapter 12!

This Chapter is dedicated to @directionerlove11 who was the first to get the correct answer on my little challenge from the previous chapter.

The question was: What is Harry's number?

And the answer was his birthday. '2194'.

2- February is the second month

1- The first day of the month which is his B-Day

&

94- 1994 the year he was born

2/1/94

Kinda smart of me to think of that in my opinion. So there you have it. A little Freak Fun Fact. So, without further ado here is chapter 12!

Enjoy!

- Megz X x

P.s would you guys want me to give you more little challenges for each chapter for a dedication and a follow? Let me know.

I shot up in my bed screaming at the top of my weak lungs. My forehead was dotted with sweat and my whole body shook so violently I couldn't even stand when I tried. I walked around my bedroom clutching my semi-muscular arms for comfort.

(Hey, I wouldn't say I was "muscular" semi-muscular yes. I mean my body is getting there. After I discovered the exercise equipment upstairs Liam has been actually teaching me how to use it. It's brilliant. I've gained weight. I've gone up about two sizes in jeans. Still skinny if you were wondering. The skinny works for me. And I feel great. The best I have in years. Louis has even admitted I look great.)

Although the room was pitch black I could see perfectly fine. I mean, cat eyes. Duh.

Finally after my attempt to calm down I sat down in the bed still shaking like an earthquake. I glanced around the room, my teeth chattering. The sky outside shifted and moonlight filtered into the room through the crack in my blinds. It settled onto a table in streaks of blue and gray, glittering. I mean literally glittering. I blinked a few times and looked again. Wait, moonlight doesn't glitter, does it?

I stood and walked over to the table and inhaled sharply. Upon further investigation it was not the moonlight that was glittering but it was the object that rested on the table that was. I picked it up and ran the cool chain through my fingers.

I had forgotten about the little object. I had been so caught up in everything else it just must have slipped my mind. I stared deeply at the silver charm that hung loosely on the sparkling chain. Amberly had given it to me. She had simply slid it under the bars to me. Maybe it was for me to remember her? I wasn't entirely sure on the details but I know from now on I wouldn't let it pass without thought.

Slowly I slipped the chain around my neck and fingered the silver airplane that was the charm. A silver paper airplane. Mine. A gift. A memory.

I sat down once again on the bed, running that plane through my fingers again and again. Over and over. Under and above. Under and above. Deep in thought.

Just as I was about to attempt to sleep once more the door handle began to turn slowly. I silently panicked a little and scrambled to cover my ears with my hair and tuck my tail into my boxers.

I looked up to see the out line of Louis standing in the dark. He stood there not even moving. I reached over and turned on the lamp, filling the room with a soft yellow glow. Louis blinked a few times before his eyes adjusted to the light. Then he looked directly at me with his sad? tired eyes.

I caught my breath before I could laugh because in all honesty Louis was a mess.

His hair was a massive ball of brunette flying in all different directions. His chin as well as upper lip was covered in a small beard and mustache and I must say he was rocking the stache. He, like me, was topless and his bare chest showed itself underneath his hoodie he was wearing. Unlike me, he was wearing coke-cola pajama pants, and the waist line of his Calvin Cline boxers was visible.