Take A Trip With The Boys #2 - A One Direction Fanfiction

Family.

hello beautiful family members. thats what you all are now. my fanbase are no longer 'fans' you are all my family. <3 and i love each and everyone of you like a family too. 
SO WELCOME TO THE ISABELLE FAMILY!

there are only three rules:

1) everyone must be nice to each other.
2) you MUST not refer to yourself, or ANY others, as 'fans'...  you are all brothers and sisters, and i am mother isabelle. we ARE a familyyy!
and 3) we must all love and support each other like actual family members.

I LOVE YOU ALL!

annnd, i want you guys to be extra supportive for Jaycee in this chapter.... you'll find out why. and make sure you answer her question at the end... :)
you're in for a SHOCK.

will most likely update again tonight, so, STAY READING!!


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ONE WEEK LATER.




“Niall, you’ve just eaten pizza for three days straight!” Liam yells at Niall, who jumps away from the pizza box

“I’ll only have two slices tonight then!, HAPPY LIAM?”

Niall picks up the pizza cutter and cuts the whole entire pizza into two halfs, placing both of them on his plate, and smiling innocently at Liam, who grunts.

“now, what are you guys having?” he asks, giggiling.

The rest of the boys just roll their eyes, and walk off into the kitchen, and Niall takes a bite of one of the slices.

“You’re not going to seriously eat all of that yourself, are you?” Jaycee asks him, pulling a little bit of the cheese crust off, and shoving it into her mouth

Niall slaps her hand away

“mine” he says seriously.

And Jaycee jumps back, laughing effortlessly.

It actually felt nice to laugh. She thinks.

But she was getting worried.

Numerous times, she’s nearly been caught with her sleeves up. (literally) by Zayn.

And she was worried he’d find out, she didn’t want him to find out, she felt guilty enough.

But since she did it for the very first time, she’s done it again, and again and again.

All because of that jerk, Harry.

Where is Harry, you might ask?

Harry’s upstairs, in the guest room. Being all anti-social all week, and not leaving it at all, except for a toilet break and for food.

And whenever he did come out, Jaycee would receive the biggest death glares in the history of death glares.

And she was bloody sick of them.

Somehow, Jaycee found herself standing out the front of his room door.

Her hands trembiling like a bloody crack addict.

Harry was in his room.

He still hadn’t gotten over Jaycee and Zayn.

His hands were scraping through his hair,

He needed to talk to her.

Right now.

Harry stands up and paces over to the door, swinging it open in record time, only to see a nervous Jaycee, her hand inches away from knocking.

“uhm, hi” she says nervously

“hey…” he says awkwardly, opening the door wider so she could step in.