Unforeseen Circumstances (One Direction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

They were here. Holy crap, One Direction were here, in my house. I could hear them coming in through the front door right now. I went over to peak through the blinds and caught only a glimpse of blonde hair before they were all inside. A man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties, and carrying a ton of heavy equipment followed them. I assumed he was the photographer. A group of big, surly looking men who were obviously bodyguards got out of a black van and moved to surround our house. Well, at least I felt slightly safer now. You'd have to have a death wish to try to get past any of those guys.

I went back to bed, where I was still waiting for the pizza to reach an edible temperature. I was beginning to think it had some sort of spell on it, it had been ten minutes and it was only just beginning to cool down.

I could hear muffled voices from downstairs, and my sister's shrill laughter. I wondered if they were getting annoyed with her already.

In an attempt to distract myself from the tempting but scalding food in front of me, I took out my laptop and put on Doctor Who. I became so immersed in the episode that I only realised that someone was running up the stairs when they entered my room and slammed the door shut behind them. I looked up, and my mouth dropped open in shock.

Holy

Shit.

Zayn Malik and Niall Horan were in my room. /Zayn Malik and Niall Horan were in my room/.

There was dead silence. I suppose they thought that there was no one else in the house, and that this room would be empty. We just blinked stupidly at eachother for a few seconds, before Zayn blurted out, "Your hair looks like it's on fire."

I just got insulted by /Zayn Bloody Malik/

"Better stay away then." I snapped. "With the amount of product in /your/ hair, I'm sure you're highly flamable." I can't believe I just said that out loud.

"Don't hate." He said frowning slightly, a hand reaching up absently to touch his quiff.

I glanced at Niall, who's gaze was transfixed on my pizza. Uh oh.

"Oh no," I said, pointing an accusing finger at him. He looked surprised at my sudden ferociousness. "This is /my/ pizza. You can't just barge in here and expect me hand it over. I don't even know you! Well, I do know you, but I don't /know you/ know you-" I cut my ramblings short.

"What are you doing in here anyway? What about the photoshoot?"

"They were finished with us," Zayn explained, moving away from his place against the door. "They said we could go out and greet the fans, but-" He faltered, seeming to fumble for words.

"But what?" I prompted, intrigued.

"We're scared." Niall confessed, breaking his gaze from the food to meet my eyes.

"Scared." I repeated dubiously. "Of what, your fans?"

"No- well yes, sort of." Zayn began.

"Scared of one fan in particular." Niall ammended.

"Why?" I was really curious now.

"We're afraid she's going to kidnap us." Blondie divulged, looking around furtively as if the girl in question was going jump out of the closet and toss a sack over his head.

"Surely the large number of bodyguards outside is enough to put your fears at rest." I drawled, amused that they thought a girl who was probably no older than fifteen could get past the Hulk Hogan look-alikes surrounding the house.

"You don't know this girl," said Zayn, shaking his head at me. "Last hotel we were in, she managed to get into our room, despite security and the fact that we had used fake names. And the time before that she got backstage without a pass, and the time before that-"