Be Free

Chapter 3

Hello people's! So apparently no one reads my story, so if I don't get a few reads in this chapter, I think I'm going to stop writing. Like why would I write something when no one reads it. It's wasted effort. Okay lol on a better note, I'm bringing in a couple of new

Characters so without further a do, enjoy!!!

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AVERY'S POV

Okay, so I just found out where I'm living. This can't be possible. It did not say that in the information packet that the radio station had given us. This is just impossible. Why would One direction want a couple of obsessed teenage fans living in their "flat". I decide to ask our driver if he knows anything about us living in their home.

"Excuse me, are we really staying in their flat? It's not in the information packet." I say with a nervous tone.

"Yes, you are. For the thousandth time, yes." Wow this man has an obvious attitude.

"I've only asked you one, sir."

"Okay, whatever don't speak to me no longer." I take a glance at Vanessa and my mom. They have the same expression as me. Confused and worried. First of all, how do we know we can trust him? Where is his identification? Is he a rapist? How do we know he's an actual driver? My thoughts suddenly vanish when we arrive to a large house. The brick is red and there are about 7 steps leading up to a green door. The mansion looks so vintage and homey, yet fancy and classy. I like it. Then, I saw them. Five boys walk out of the house and down the steps. Well, I shouldn't say boys, they're men. I look over to Vanessa. Her mouth is wide open and the hair on her arms is standing straight up. Her voice literally startles me.

"Oh hot damn."

The driver pulls up and stops right in front of the men. I never thought that Niall Horan would be opening a door for me.

Vanessa steps out of the car first, next my mom, and lastly me. Their British accent is so foreign.

"Hello, ladies! Welcome to London!" Oh my gosh. Liam Payne just spoke to us. Well, to Vanessa and my mom. I'm still having a difficult time getting out of the car with my backpack on.

"Zayn, go help her out of the car." Okay this is so unreal. Harry Styles just acknowledged my presence by telling Zayn Malik to help me out. A dark shadow casts over my face, and the sun is no longer in my eyes. Then, an angelic voice sent from heaven spoke.

"Do you need some help, love?" I nod slowly and take his hand. Our eyes meet, and sparks fly. Is it possible to be love at first sight? I thought that was a myth. He helps me out and I stand up. I feel like all the eyes are on me.

"Hello! You must be Avery. I know you thought you were going to a hotel, but that doesn't sound fun at all." Liam blurts out.

"Yeah! I am!" Where did this confidence come from?

"Uhm, don't mean to interrupt. Can we go inside? I left my popcorn on."

"Of course, Niall." Liam says.

" Can we take your bags?" Zayn and Harry ask.

"Yes, you may." My mom answers for me.

I take a glimpse at Zayn before I walk in the house, but he's already looking at me. I'm probably blushing like crazy. I look away and walk in. When, I walk in, I'm in awe. There's two walls that are plenty of graffiti art. There's awards and plaques on the the other four walls.

"Are you coming?" Vanessa looks at me.

"Uh, yeah." How is Vanessa not in awe like me. The graffiti is so beautiful. Wow. Then, a whisper shivers in my ear.