Lost in another world...

Chapter 15

Helen's POV*

"Let go of me" I yelled at Harry trying to get away from his hard grip. "No" Harry smirked. I twisted my wrist around trying to get loose out of his hold. Zayn could be raping Sara for all I know. I just hope she's okay. I managed to get loose from his massive hands and I ran up the stairs. "No wait!" Harry called out. I didn't wait. I ran up the second flight of stairs when suddenly a large hand grabbed hold of my leg causing me to fall backwards. Harrys hands quickly grabbed my waist. I was in a position half way in his arms. His arms slowly moved down to my legs and he carried my bridal style. He stared into my eyes. His green eyes shimmered in the lights. He was smiling through his eyes. His dimples peeping through. His hair in beautiful brown loose curls, my heart ached to put my hands through them. I looked down to his perfect red plump lips. My eyes shifted from his lips to his chest where two birds were visible through his opened button black shirt. He pulled me in closer to him. My lips inches away from him. The smirk on his face had left. He was in all seriousness. He pulled in closer and my heart began beating fast. Should I? Would I? I closed my eyes secretly hoping he'd do whatever he want to me. I could smell his sweet hot breath making me ache for a kiss. His lips shifted to my ear. "Your phone is ringing" he whispered. My eyes quickly opened and I jumped out his arms. I felt my cheeks go red and my entire body turn hot with embarrassment. Harry's smirk had returned which made me feel even more embarrassed. How could I have done this? I felt so small compared to him. I took out my phone, it was Sara. "Helen can you please come up here" she sobbed. Just then Zayn came down the stairs smirking. What did he do to her?! I didn't bother to say anything and I ran up the stairs pushing Harry out the way. "Fucker" I mumbled as I got up to our floor. I opened the door to our room and saw Sara sobbing on the floor. "What happened?!" I asked concerned. Her makeup was washed away from her tears. Her hair a tousled mess. It looked as if she was in a fight. "Zayn...he...Alex" she sobbed. "What happened?! What did Zayn do?!"

*Saras POV*

Helens voice trembled in panic. I swallowed; my throat feeling heavy. I began telling her in my cracked voice. My tears urging to come out as I talked. Helens face was pale white. She didn't say a word the look on her face was enough. She got up off the bed and stormed to the door. "Helen! Where are you going?!" I yelled after her. But I was too late. She went out the door and began to violently bang on the boys door. I heard a few kicking and screaming before Helen came back into the room after about 5 minutes. By her face I could tell they weren't there. "Let's go" Helen said sternly packing up her stuff. "Where are we going?" I asked confused. I didn't want to be the reason we go back home. I hated the fact I ruined everything. This is all my fault. She didn't say anything. "I'm sorry Helen! Please no we're not leaving we're staying" I begged. "No Sara you're not safe here. Let's go" Helens voice filled with anger. "No I'm not going back to our boring lives! We dreamed of the day we'd be able to come to Europe just to get away from everything! You can't just throw it away because of me!" I was sobbing harder now. My hands and feet going cold. Helen sighed loudly. She came around the bed and sat down. "Sara what's the point of being here if we can never have any fun? We came here to enjoy ourselves, how can we do that if these two mother fuckers don't leave us alone?" Her voiced raised at motherfuckers. She was trying so hard to calm down but it wasn't working. I sighed. This is all their fault. They won't leave us alone. "Is there any other way?" I asked doubtful. Helen paced back and forth with her arms crossed. "Yeah there is. Let's go" Helen said. She grabbed my hand and we went outside the room. "Where are we going?" I asked. We ran down the stairs as fast as we could. She didn't answer. We made our way up to the check in counter. "Hi I'm so sorry to bother you. But is there any chance we can get a room on a different floor?" Helen said to the blonde lady over the counter. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked in a British accent. "There are these boys that are bothering us. I either suggest you give us a room on a different floor or remove the boys from their rooms" Helen shot rudely. "Room keys?" The lady said. Helen handed her the keys and she began typing on the computer. "I'm sorry mam, but there's only one room that's available and that's the king suite on the top floor. It's not within your budget, you'll have to pay 1,000 pounds extra to occupy" Helen moaned loudly. "Can you remove them? We don't want to be around them!" Helen said pissed. "I can't do that mam, their management had booked it special for them. I can't take it away without their consent" the lady said. Helen and I exchanged looks. "What do you mean by their management?" I asked curious. "Don't you know who they are?"

We shook our heads no. "They're One Direction, the most populous boy band in the United Kingdom" she remarked. The look on Helens face was enough for me to realize. "They're famous?" I almost whispered.