{Rose's POV}
"What do you want, Joshua?" I groaned.
"Where's my meth?" He walked up to me.
"I told you Cat had it!"
He was looking down at me. It was like even if I wore 5-inch heels, he would still be able to do that.
"You sure?" His voice turned husky.
"No, actually I don't know." I replied sarcastically.
"R- Who's clothes are those?"
I looked down, forgetting about being in the rapists' clothes.
"Oh. Umm.. My brothers."
"He doesn't live here."
"So?"
"So y- You were that girl that go raped."
"Wait. What?"
"Breaking news said the rapist that raped you got arrested."
"He didn't rape me alright!" I yelled, pushing past him.
He grabbed my wrist.
"I'm going to be back in a half hour, so we can share." He winked.
I groaned.
"I DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE!" I screamed, slamming the door shut.
I hurried to my room, and went into my closet. I grabbed the first hanger. On my hangers are complete outfits. This one was a plaid shirt with black skinny denim jeans with multiple rips. It had sunglasses by where the hanger gets wider, and the word "Bun" was on the hanger, with clear tape. I stripped out of the rapists clothes.
"DUCKIE SLIPPERS!" I screamed happily. They gave me duckie slippers!
I took them off gently, like they were real ducks, and put on my clothes. I slipped on the slippers after I put on the clothes, and smiled. I combed my hair, and put it in a messy bun. Finally, I put the sunglasses on the top of my head. I walked outside, locking the door in the process, and walked to my garage. I took out my beauty. Once I sat on it, it roared to life. Just kidding, I did the roaring. I drove my tricycle down the street, and sang the song, "Gotta Be You" by One Direction from the top of my lungs. When I had to stop to cross the street, a black vehicle was next to me. They were pulled over. They rolled their window down, and looked at me.
"HEY!" I screamed loudly. Everything about them was covered up. All I know is that they have pale skin. They chuckled.
"Hey." Their Irish accent said.
My mouth was formed into a tiny 'o' shape, and my eyes widened as I looked down. That's Niall Horan. That's Niall Horan.
"What's wrong love?" Niall Horan asked, He called me love. Am I in heaven?
"Nothing." I replied all-to-quickly. "What brings an Irish lad like you here?"
"Am I Irish?"
"Yes, yes you are."
"Nuh- Uh."
"Please, N- N.." A person in the back of the car stretched out the 'N' sound. AS KNOWN AS LOUIS TOMLINSON!!!!!!!!!! "Nigeria. It's obvious from your accent."
"Who's in there with you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Yes, I'm playing dumb. Just to make them think they're unnoticeable.
"Oh. That's my f-"
"GIRLFRIEND! I'M HIS GIRLFRIEND!" Louis's voice was now high-pitched.
"Please Louis. Your not Niall's girlfriend, but his band mate." I said, but then immediately covered my mouth. "Whoopsie."
