Hey there Delilah

Chapter 6

*Lucas POV*

I was really glad Delilah woke up. Without her, my world would be darkness. Even though she doesn't like me in that way, we are still best friends. When we were little, we would get bullied everyday but when we started hanging out we felt less lonely. When we started high school, I became a popular jock while she stuck in the crowd. I will admit I fell in love with her the second I met her. I never had the guts to ask her out because it would ruin our friendship. I had all these slutty cheerleaders throwing themselves at me but I only wanted Delilah. A lot of people thought we were dating because we acted like a couple but it never happened. I would give her rides on my back, we would share ice cream, we would hold hands, and even sleep in the same bed. It meant nothing to her, but to me it felt like heaven. When she agreed to go out with my I was so happy, but then Zayn came along and took her from me. I was jealous at first, but I learned to accept it and support her. I promised myself I wasn't going to get jealous and if it's meant to be, it will happen later. "Hurry up Lu!" shouted Delilah. "Sorry De." I said running to catch up with the lads. We finally got into the car and drove to the airport. There was a awkward silence so I stared out the window. There wasn't enough room in the car so we squeezed the lads in and Delilah sat on my lap. She wasn't as heavy as I thought she would be considering how much she ate. Well before Steve wouldn't feed her so I guess that explains her big appetite. When we got to the airport she jumped on Louis' back. "Giddy up horsey!" she shouted while people mugged us. "Oh I see how it is." I said laughing at her. "Sorry Lu but your slow." she giggled. "But I still love you." That made me blush causing red streaks on my cheeks. Thankfully Delilah didn't see.

*Jordan POV*

I sat there on my rock hard bed with a smirk on my face. I was locked up in prison. Prison wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Delilah, Delilah, Delilah. You thought you could get away with this and live your happy life after. Haha. No. This isn't a Disney movie where you live a fairy tail. She doesn't know how well I know her. I had hidden cameras in her bedroom and would watch her while she sleeps. I knew her daily routine so well. She didn't understand that Steve and I are working together on this plan. It is so detailed nobody can out smart it. We planned it ever since Delilah saw me with Rachel. We wrote every scenario down and knew what would happen. The plan was for me to let her escape and I get locked up. Steve would bail me out and then we would continue the plan. "You can go now." The grumpy officer said. Perfect Steve bailed me out. "Let's finish this. Shall we." Snickered Steve. "Let's do it." I smirked.

*Delilah POV*

"Yes! We're back home!" I shouted jumping on my bed. "Be careful with your ribs." scolded Liam. "Sorry daddy direction." I answered with my teenage attitude. "Don't give me that tone missy." he laughed. "Sorry father." I snorted. Before I could say more Liam tackled me tickling my sides. "Stop!!" I screamed dying from laughter. "Let's watch a movie!" Liam suggested once he stopped tickling me. "Yes. What movie?" I asked. "TOY STORY!!" he shouted.

5 minutes later

Liam and I were watching Toy Story when Harry barged in the room. "Let's go clubbing!" he suggested. "Hell ya!!" I shouted running into my room. I showered letting the warm water soak my dirty blonde hair. I quickly ran into my room with a towel wrapped around myself like a strapless dress. I wore a navy blue strapless dress with white polka dots. Then I slipped on some wedges and curled the ends of my hair. I brushed some mascara on and winged my eyeliner out. Ahhh. Ready! As I came down the stairs the lads whistled making me turn red. Niall had a polo on, Harry had a blazer, Lucas had a collard shirt and cardigan, Lou had a collard shirt, Liam had tee shirt, and Zayn had a polo. When we got there, the lads went to the bar while Lucas and I hit the dance floor. We couldn't drink since we were eighteen so we danced. When the slow song started I put my arms around Lucas and he held my waist. We swayed side to side as "Little Things" played.