Unforeseen Circumstances (One Direction)

Chapter 4

Hi guys! Just so you know, the translations are at the bottom, and please vote if you can :)

Also, it contains game of thrones spoilers near the end, so beware.

Thanks to my beta Ash, and enjoy!

As I walked over to the door, I started mentally preparing what should be engraved on my headstone.

'I told you not to let her take those karate classes'

Nah, too snarky.

'She died as she lived. In fear of her sister's wrath.'

They'd never let me use that one.

'I HAD A SCHOLARSHIP TO OXFORD'

Perfect.

I figured that I'd just blame the boys, it was their fault anyway. It's not like I invited them in here, the intrusive little bastards. The idiots in question cast me worried glances as I opened the door painfully slowly. I was half expecting Sophie to jump in with an axe. Though now that I think about it, she probably didn't need one. I'd forced her to watch Star Trek enough times that she could probably Vulcan Death Grip me in about two seconds.

I stepped out into the hall, plastering what I hoped was a disinterested expression on my face, but which probably only managed to look woebegone. Sophie just looked impatient.

"Finally! What took you so long? You had to walk out of your room, it was hardly Around the World in 80 Days."

I opened my mouth, about to bite out a retort that would probably dissolve into me falling to my knees and begging for forgiveness, when she cut me off.

"Anyway, I need to ask you a favour."

My eyes widened in surprise. It was a rare occurance that Soph asked anything of me. Apart from the whole 'living like a hermit while One Direction are in the house', but come on, what are the odds that that will ever happen again? In this instance, if I play my cards right, I might live to see another day.

"It depends on what it is. I'm not going to have to make a blood sacrifice am I? Because that's definitely where I draw the line." I'd watched enough horror movies to be prepared for any gruesome proposal she might throw at me.

She threw me an exhasperated look. "Don't be stupid River. It's about the Famous Five hiding in your room." Crap.

"Look," I began "I didn't invite them, they just barged in and practically demanded sanctuary!" Please Sophie, I'm too young to die.

Rolling her eyes, she started a close examination of her nails.

"And I really don't care. All I'm asking is that you keep them in there for the rest of their visit."

"I-" what.

"What?" /what?!/

She shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I know that I said you weren't supposed to even breathe the same air as them, but things have changed."

"What things?" Oh shit, this couldn't possibly have something to do with-

"George." Ok, apparently it could.

"The photographer," she continued, getting a glazed-over look in her eyes. "He's really good at it, he's just doing it for the summer, then he starts working at his father's company. Plus he's gorgeous, and he likes me! I think he's definitely marriage material." I raised an eyebrow.

"Jumping the gun a bit there sis?" For God's sake, she's known him for less than half an hour!

She grabbed my shoulders. "River, it's imperitive that you keep them away so that I can have time with him. Please?"