... And Fall Into My Arms Instead *One Direction*

Chapter 4

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"New plan?" Zayn asked.  

"Firstly lets get away from this crowd," Liam responded, gesturing towards the group of girls. Louis asked the driver to keep pulling through the driveway. I watched the crowd out the window. They were mostly teenage girls, with signs with lyrics and professions of their love for band members, or things they were hoping to get signed. There were even a couple signs with print outs of our picture in the tabloid covered with big "X's", or "Niall is mine!" written underneath. Had anything been really going on between Niall and I, I figured I would probably would have been upset by the hate, but as it was, it was actually kind of funny. I mean, they dislike me because I tripped and fell and Niall happened to catch me. We drove aimlessly for a bit, trying to figure out where to go, when it hit me. They needed some place quiet and remote to stay. Duh. I'm moving into a house in the countryside. I leaned forward and gave the driver my new address.  

"Where's that?" Niall asked.  

"You're new celebrity getaway." I joked. They just raised their eyebrows at me, so I continued, "The house my family is moving into; its perfect. they won't even be here for like three weeks, so you guys can hang with me until then basically. Ummmm, I mean, if you want to... Nobody should think to look there...." I said, suddenly unsure about the level of brilliance in my plan. The boys grinned, and agreed, and soon we were zooming along towards the countryside.  

It was a long ride, and soon the motion of the car had lolled me to sleep. I was out of it, but I do vaguely remember snuggling into Niall's shoulder.  

Remembering this didn't make the shock of waking up with my head tucked into his neck any less surprising. I blinked, then jumped out of my skin. I accidentally knocked Niall's chin and he bit his tongue.  

"You know, if my tongue wasn't bleeding, this would be a really pleasant way to wake up." he joked. I shook my head, but I was grinning.  

Niall's band members were joking about some "very attractive" pictures they had taken of us sleeping, (note the sarcasm.)  

Harry leaned over and plugged his phone into the car, blasting one of my favorite songs. The boys were all singing, so I decided to sing along, despite Claire's looks at me like I was crazy for joining the group. All at once, I was the only one singing. The boys were just starring at me. I stopped self-consciously.  

"What?" I asked, sighing.  

"You're just.... kind of an amazing singer..." Zayn responded after a moment. I studied the group to see if they were joking, but they seemed earnest.  

"Ummmmm thanks?" I said, blushing. Thankfully I was spared from further comments on this topic by a sudden brake in the car. The driver twisted in his seat telling us we were here. I told the boys our cars had been left in the garage, and we could probably just take those around, so the boys got my bag, and asked the driver to pick up their stuff, and bring it back to the house. Claire had already been planning on staying with me, and had dropped her bags off at the house before taking a cab out to pick me up, and all my clothes minus the ones in my bag had been shipped over so both had plenty of clothes. The driver nodded, shut the doors, and headed back towards the city. I dug through my bag for my key.