Undefined (A One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Of course I only slept for about 15 minutes, but any good sleep only lasted about a minute. Before my dreams were haunted by the ghost of Johannah, and all the other well known ghosts of Bobby Mackie’s. I dreamt that I was in the well, also known as the Gate way to hell. 5 guys stood above me, all with semi automatic machine guns. I looked up just as the shots started ringing through the air, to see all five of the British boys, dressed as mobsters shooting down at me. I woke up, a scream piercing the air. Mine.

“Oh my God, whats wrong?” The boys were here now and they all swarmed around me. Maria, who was sitting next to me threw her arms around me.

“Nothing, just a dream.” I looked around at them. Their faces were painted with worry, where as in the dream they were filled with pure malice.

“Are you sure love?” Harry asked, looking at me, his blue-green eyes met mine.

“Yes, how long have you guys been here?” I asked, pawing through my hair. Trying to flatten it.

“Just a few minutes, Maria wanted to finish her show.” Zayn said, I looked to the TV, Sure enough there were the credits. I sighed a sigh of relief. At least I hadn’t kept them.

“Cool, Okay, I need to check my face in the mirror.” I said, getting up from the couch. And quickly leaving the room. I scanned my face in the mirror. My blond hair was slightly disarray I shook my head. It floated back to place. I wiped the crap out of my eyes carefully, I had clear mascara on. My green eyes looked almost bloodshot. Other than that I was normal. I bounded out of the bathroom and to the living room. Where only Maria remained, grabbing enough food to feed a small army.

“Niall.” She said, as though it explained everything. Which in some way it did, that boy had cleared out enough food at the game last night that could have supplied an entire small sized food stand.

“Okay, well, if we want to  make it before dark, we should probably go now.” I said, as she finished putting some food into another tote bag. She bounded out of the house, I picked up my keys and walked out of the house, locking it and walking slowly of the porch. Something made me hesitate, Niall came up to me.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked me. I looked at my flats.

“This is different for me, the on a whim trip, with five guys who I just met. I’m not even sure if I trust you all yet.” I said, leaning back and placing a hand on the door knob lightly.

“Don’t worry about it.” The boy with a distinct Irish accent said, then I looked up into his very light blue eyes.

“I can’t, my mind takes every possible thing that could happen and plays it in my mind. I don’t trust easily. I keep imagining that you’ll all just drop and leave, and poor Maria, she’s practically in love with Zayn!” I said, I heard foot steps come up from behind Niall. I saw Harry. He looked as gorgeous as ever, his slightly tanned skin and his brown curly hair.

“Are you guys coming?” He asked, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

“Talk to him.” Niall said, and he ran for the large van they’d brought.

“Whats wrong love?” Harry asked me. His blue-green eyes dazzling me where I stood.

“I just don’t know if I can trust all of you not to hurt us.” I said quietly.

“How is this, if we ever hurt either of you, you can hurt us back in what ever way you want.” He said, his voice was that of an angels. “And Love, I swear to the upon myself that I’ll never hurt you.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.