The Borrowers (One Direction Fanfic)

Hello everyone, this is the newest book I'm doing. From my research, no one has done a book like this sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!

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Today is a sad day. For everyone in my family. It's the two year anniversary of my mother's death. Wonder how she was killed? By a horrible gigantic beast. A human. Ugh, I can barely say their name without gagging. Worthless scum. My dad always says that if borrowers are seen by humans, they would squish us. They could easily do it. I mean we are only five inches tall. I never went neer one. Ever. Anyways my dad, my brother, and I are sitting at a gravestone we handmade in her honor and memory. Engraved into it are the words

R.I.P.

Linda Barret

Sad day. I'm crying softly while the other two are holding back tears. We all sit in front of the stone and pray. Pray for her. Pray for each other. We sit their for hours, until we are extremely tired. We get up slowly and we go back into our house. Dad and Alex walk into their rooms, but I'm too sad to sleep. Tonight is the night. I can't take this anymore. We have to do something. Something that would make mother proud. I know! We would find a new home. Leave behind all the memories. She would want us to. I run in to my father's room. "Dad" I whisper. "Yes sweetheart" he replies. "I think that tonight we should find a new home, a fresh start. It's what mother would want" I say excitedly. He has a shocked and puzzled look on his face. Clearly wondering what to think of this. "Well, I-uh. I guess we could" he says, unsure of his answer. "Let's go. Right now. Pack your things and I'll get Alex" I say confidently. "Okay sweetheart" he says with a smile on his face. I run into Alex's room. "Alex! Get up, we're getting a new home" I squeal. "What, really" he asks. "Yeah, pack your stuff" I say an run off into my room. I quickly start to pack. My comb. My clothes. My secret stash of crumbs off those giant cookies that have an outside cover that says 'Twinkies'. I cram everything into my plastic backpack that I saw on the ground next to a plastic girl figurine that kept repeating "Dora, Dora, Dora, the explorer". I opened my doo to see my dad and Alex waiting in the hallway next to my door. "Ready" my dad asks. "As I'll ever be" I reply. They both had their backpacks on. It looked weird with them in their blue and green clothes they made out of a bid patch of wool on the floor and having pink backpacks on. "Then let's go". We made our way out of our house and in to the human's house that ours was connected to. I've heard them call our house a mouse hole. "Okay, the exit is through that door over-" dad was cut off by the sound of footsteps. Very large footsteps. "HIDE! REGROUP ON THE OTHER SIDE IF THE DOOR" dad yelled as the three of us bolted off in different directions. I ran as fast as I could, scanning around me for somewhere to hide. I couldn't see any hidden place. Dad and Alex were out of sight. I stumbled and hit a large bowl filled with water. The bowl tipped over and all the water poured out. On the side of this bowl was a paw print and the word 'RUFF'. The human walked over to me and I could hear it muttering "Spike, I always have to clean after him". I lifted the bowl up and slid under. This is all just a nightmare. I'll wake up soon. The human lifted the bowl up, but at one glimpse of me, dropped the bowl back down. I could here him whisper "What the crap". I could only listen as it ran away, but came back a moment later. Then something long, thin, and white slid under me and everything lifted up. The human walked slowly and soon I heard a door slam close. I was blinded with light as I was dropped down a good height and a half of me. I got up and started running, but I ran into something. Glass. What the hell. I'm in a giant jar. Fabulous. "J-just squish me now" I said sadly, refusing to look anywhere but at my knees. "Y-you can t-talk" an amazed voice boomed at me. I mustered up the courage to look up at the human. He was a boy. He looked to be 12 or so. His eyes watched me curiously. Why had he not squished me already? "W-what are you" the boy asked. I decided to slump back down. I put my hands to my face and I started to cry. Now I'm going to die. I guess this is what is my fate. Squashed by the same scum that killed my mother. "I'm not going to hurt you" the boy whispered. I looked up again. Did he just say he wasn't going to kill me. No. He's probably just trying to trick me so my death is even more painful. Or he might want to find my family first so he can kill all of us.