Drop Dead Gorgeous

Tear After Tear...

****CARLY'S P.O.V****

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...." I cursed repeatedly to my self, hiding photos and pictures of the boys in boxes and drawers, I ran around the house with a torch, turning off al the lights and running into my room. I walked into the little bathroom and locked the door. I sat for a while then decided against it. I went back into my room, opening my window slightly and hiding in my wardrobe. There was no way in hell I would let them get me.

I sat for a good hour or two, in utter silence desperate to leave but I knew I had no time.

"See. Her phone. She either lives here or was walking by when we called." That all to familiar voice said. Harry. SHIT! They're here. If I had time I could use magic... Nope, I can't because I'm the twat the left the book under my bed. Ball sack.

"Well knock the door then Ireland." Zayn hissed.

Knock knock ...

"No answer eh?" Zayn sighed.

No shit bad boy.

"Well I'm going in. If she's not there, we have dinner." Louis laughed. Classy fucker he is.

"Guys, why can't we just stop, she doesn't want to be found for heavens sake!" Eleanor snapped. God I loved her.

"I know babe but she's Niall's mate. I mean, I'd do all this for you." Liam sighed.

"But of I didn't want to be found. I'd hate you for finding me." She said before storming off, well I think she did, the footsteps lead me to think so.

"Niall just open the ducking door, we will look inside, if she is there great, if she's not but someone else is, then we have dinner, if not, I'm going home after El!" Liam snapped.

"Calm down little turtle" I giggled quietly to myself.

"Someone's home at least, and they can hear us. I don't know if it's Christella though." Louis said. I cleared my mind and thought about rainbows and how they are made. Haha nice move Carly.

I heard a grunt as the door to the flat hit the floor. I heard several pairs of feet enter the apartment and begin to search. I heard my door open and I held my breath, breathing through my nose so they couldn't hear it.

"CLEAR!" Harry yelled. He shut the door as I let out a quiet sigh. The door opened again and I clasped my hands over my mouth. FUCK! Smart move Carly.

"Someone's in here hiding!" He shouted, ad almost instantly shadows appeared in front of the wardrobe. Shit. "We'll get looking dick heads." He chuckled before everyone sniggered and began to rummage around.

"Nothing..." Niall sighed after about ten minutes.

"Did anyone check the wardrobe?" Zayn mumbled.

"No? Why?" Niall spoke.

"Because I can hear breathing."

I got really scared and began to silently cry as I hugged my knees. The doors swung open, revealing me squashed up and sobbing.

"Please leave..." I cried, not looking up.

"That's her, Carly. The one who looks like Harry." Louis said.

"W-who are you? W-why are you here, don't hurt me." I stuttered. A pair of strong arms picked me up out I the cupboard and sat me on the bed. I unwrapped my self and sat with my legs dangling off the bed. I refused to look up to meet any of their burning gazes.

"Carly. Look at me." Louis soothed.

"No. Y-you broke in. Y-your going to eat me.... You said so, said I'd be dinner." I sobbed, moving away from him. So good so far. They all believed me, well honestly I was scared, after I moved, I changed, like I said, I was suffering anxiety and panic attacks, I was on pills, saw counsellors and it was all because of the boys before me.