Cats (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 19: Forced To Go

*Danni's P.O.V.*

That afternoon, with 'Jersey' by Mayday Parade blaring quietly from my phone as I finished packing all my stuff, I thought. Should I? Or should I not? Of course, I don't want to at all. But what choice do I have? My parents own some sort of company in New York, a big one which earns a lot of money, so it wouldn't be a problem for them to threaten me to go there. But then again, those people owe me. Not by money, though.

Jade still hasn't talked to me, neither have the boys. Are they seriously still mad at me because of such a simple thing? Like, what the fudge? Why would they be mad? Pfft. Whatever. At least Thimbles understands me.

My phone rings and I answer.

"Good afternoon. To whom am I speaking?" I ask, sighing.

"Good afternoon. This is Claresephine. May I please speak to Ms. Davis?" a British female voice requests.

"This is she. How may I help you?" Claresephine? What kind of name is that?

"Ah, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Davis want you here as soon as possible. The private jet is ready to fly. Shall I send it there now?" Claresephine says.

Now? What? No. It's too early. I can't possibly-a private jet? Double what.

"I, uh.. G-give me a few more hours or minutes. I, uh, I'm not yet sure if I want to go." I stutter, my eyes wide.

"Oh. Okay then. Excuse me."

She probably put a hand over the mic because her next words were muffled, and I assume she's talking to someone over at her side. Though muffled, I could make out some of the words. Something like, 'she's not yet ready' or 'I'll have some coffee' but I don't know which. The first one's more reasonable.

"Mr. Davis says he needs you here now." she says with a hint of apology in her tone.

"What? But I'm not yet-"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Davis, but I'm afraid I'll have to send the jet there now. It'll arrive in about two hours. I truly am sorry." she apologizes, her British accent ringing in my ears.

I sigh, frustrated, "Ugh. Fine. Tell my dad I hate him." I hung up.

I run out of my room and knock on Jade's door, banging my fist after 3 minutes of no one answering. Oh, for Christ's sake. Will she just answer the flipping door before I chop it down with an invisible axe?

"Oh, for crying out loud! Just open the door, Jade!" I scream.

"I'm down here!" Jade yells frtom downstairs and I feel my cheeks flush.

"Right." I mutter and run downstairs where Jade has her head against a wooden table under the stairs, a familiar bottle of vodka on the table, "Jade? What on earth? Have you been drinking?"

Jade merely glances at me as she answers, "Yes."

I groan and walk towards her, picking up the bottle to study it. "What on earth is this, anyway? Ugh. Fleischmann's? Seriously?" I place it back on the table, narrow my eyes at Jade, and say, "You're not even of legal age to drink."

Jade turns her head so her whole face is against the table, her voice muffled as she replies, "Who cares?"

"I do." I frown, sitting in front of her, "I'm leaving in about two hours and you're acting like a child. Can you please just tell me what's wrong?!"

"Oh, for Pete's sake." she sits up straight and looks at me, "I don't want you to go. I don't want to lose my best friend!"

"Look, I'm not staying there forever, okay? Here's the deal. You stop acting like a spoiled little thing, and I promise that while I'm at New York, I'll keep calling you and sending you messages. I swear, I'll talk my parents into letting me go home before the holidays. Deal?"

Jade stares at me for a long while before finally shaking my extended hand, "Deal."

Minutes later, with the bottle of Fleischmann's safely stored in the basement's alcohol rack and Jade in her room, I went to the gameroom where I suspect the boys had gone to. And I was right.

"Guys?" I call out, sitting on a short sofa placed against the wall.

They all turn to look at me.

"Oh, lookie what the cat brought in." Louis rolls his eyes at me and turns back to his game.

Zayn shakes his head at me with a disapproving look and turns back to the game as well.

Liam only frowns at me then turns back.

Niall shoots me a death glare and places his controller down, storming out of the room.

Harry, with a blank expression on his face, comes over to me, "You alright there?"

"Quite."

"You should have told us earlier. They wouldn't have reacted like this if you did."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. And I'm too late to say that 'cause that stupid jet's going to arrive here in about an hour." I sigh, slumping in my seat.

"I know you're sorry. But I'm afraid they don't." Harry looks straight ahead with no emotion, "Niall's taking it worst, I think."

"How come you're not taking this badly?" I ask.

"I dunno." Harry shrugs, "I guess I'm just used to people leaving me."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing. You should get going." he looks away, "But make sure you talk to the others." then he stands up and leaves.

I sit still.

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Less than 2 hours later, with my things all set and Thimbles in my arms, the private jet arrived like Clairesephine said. Who knew Jade's backyard was a perfect airship landing point?

"Oh my God, I'll miss you like hell." Jade frowns as she throws her arms around me and starts crying.

"There, there."

And the boys come out.

"Danniiiiiiii! Please, don't leave!" they shout, running towards me.

But my bags were on board.

"Sorry guys, but I gotta go. Bye. See you in about a month. I'll miss you guys!" I shout, and a big guy in a big suit drags me in the jet. I wave goodbye.

And in a blink of an eye, the jet was off, with me inside. And I was officially forced to go.

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A/N: Yes, I know it took so long, but I swear my life has been so messed up and crap. So yeah. I'm sorry, like really really really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.

If you actually want to know what's been happening to me and my screwed up life, just message me and I'll respond as soon as I see your message.

That's all for now. :)

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