My life has changed(One direction)

Chapter 19

Recap:

"What does he want?" I asked.

He smiled grimly.

"Revenge."

(Becca's POV)

I gulped. Between the text from Dad and what Liam says, I guess I am a bit concerned for myself. I went upstairs and sat on the bed thinking of what to do. The conclusion I came to was to just let it happen. If I hid in the room all day, then the "revenge" would be called off until I came out.

So, I went back downstairs to get breakfast. When I did, Liam was nowhere in sight. Since Harry wasn't there to make breakfast for me, I grabbed some cereal and sat down on the couch. My phone went off and it scared me so bad, I jumped of the couch and landed on my back. I grabbed my phone and read the text.

Finish your cereal and come downstairs to the lobby. Hurry.

-Uncle Harry

Okaaaay. How did he know I was eating cereal. I did exactly what he said. I rinsed my bowl out and walked to the elevator. I decided better and took the stairs.

I got to the lobby to see that it was completely empty. Not even the lady at the front desk was there. The only noise was the screaming fans outside. Wow, they are good!

I walked to the front desk and found a note written in Nialls printing:

Sorry about the chase but, come back up to the room. Take your time.

-The little leprechaun

I groaned in frustration. Why couldn't they just do it already! Why the chase and the secrecy! I stomped up the steps and slid the key card into the door. I walked in to find ALL the lights out. The blinds were closed so no sunlight could come through.

I took a step forward, only to hear the door slam behind me. I jumped really high! I could now say, I wasn't concerned for myself. I WAS SCARED OUT OF MY MIND!!!!!!!

I waited a good 3 minutes before I felt someone hand go on my mouth to stop me from screaming. I jumped and their other hand went to my forearm. They steered me in the pitch black. They sat me on what I think was the couch and I heard their footsteps leave the room.

I kept all my senses on alert. Finally after 5 minutes like this, I heard someone come into the room. I then heard a recorded voice that they disguised, "Hello, Becca. Yes, we have disguised the voice to make sure you didn't know who it is. Please, don't be too frightened. We won't hurt you. Just think of it as...revenge. Now, if you will be so kind, you can go ahead and apologize to Dad." I smirked. I wasn't going down that easy.

"No." I tried to make my voice as strong as I could.

"No?"

"No. I am not going to apologize." I was grinning from ear to ear now.

"Alright. I gave you the easy option. But, it looks like we will do this the hard way." And with that, the person left the room and I was left alone in the dark.

After waiting for at least 30 minutes, I was starting to get sleepy. I laid down on the couch and fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~1 hour later~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up still on the couch. The lights were back on. I looked up to see Zayn sitting on the opposite end of the couch, smirking.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, nothing. So, are you going to say sorry to him?" He asked.

"HA. No way! I am not going to say sorry." I said with sass.

"Well then, the hard way it is." He smiled evilly, "Becca, I must ask. Do you get scared easily?"

I gulped. Yes, I always get scared easily. I was easily scared before my father beating me. But I couldn't show that. "Uh, no?" It came out as a question. Darn my horrible lying!

He was grinning now. "No? Well that's too bad. Are you ticklish, Becca?" I gulped. Oh no. Yes, I am very, very, VERY ticklish!

"Da-um, well.......N-no. Not really." I took a deep breath. As you probably could tell, I am very horrible at lying.

"Becca? I will ask you again. Are you ticklish?" He scooched closer. I scooched farther away from him, his smirk growing.

"No." I made my answer short so he couln't tell I was lying.

"I think you are lying. Am I right?" I didn't answer.

In a second, I was being held down on the couch. Zayn was holding me down while all the boys rushed in except for Dad. Harry had my feet, Zayn had my right arm, Niall had my left and Liam stayed away, trying not to laugh.

"LET ME GO!!!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO HOLD ME HERE!!" I screamed. It just came out. I was panicking. No! Tickling was my weakness.

Right then and there, Dad walked in. I instantly fought harder against them but, they were five muscular boys and I was a weak 12 year old. My body got tired and I stopped. Louis bent over my tiny body and smirked.

"You murdered my carrots. Nobody hurts my carrots. Now Becca, I hear that you are ticklish. Is that correct?" I shook my head no. He smiled. "I think your lying." And then his fingers were at my sides.

I screamed in laughter. I was squirming. I couldn't help it. It tickled! After about 3 minutes of that torture. He stopped. "Are you going to say sorry?" I nodded yes.

"Yes. I am sorry for mudering your carrots, Dad." They all let me go. "NOT!!" I screamed and ran out of the room. I had just got to the bedroom door when I felt a strong pair of arms go around my waist and I was lifted onto someones shoulder. I loked to see Dad's shirt. "DAD! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! " I beat on his back as hard as I could. He laughed lightly. He set me down on the couch and backed up into a line with all the boys. They smirked.

They inched closer and closer to me, fingers outstretched. Before I knew it, their hands were at my sides. I rolled around, trying to escape for about five minutes before giving in. "OKAY OKAY! I GIVE UP! I'M SORRY FOR KILLING YOUR CARROTS!" Almost immediately, they all let go and back up. I caught my breath from laughing so hard.

Dad crushed me in a bear hug. "Awe! You're forgiven. Now, we have an interview today and you are going to be in it for a little bit. So, get dressed and we will go after we have breakfast." With that, they all left and I went to our room to get dressed.

Oh boy. My very first interview. How great. Note my sarcasm.

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