Knocking on my Door

OK! This story is inspired of Iamvoldemort's story: Kidnapped. After reading that story, I realised that the two things people love in a story is: The same things that are yet different and combinations.

So This is a combination of the typical 1D fanfics but with my own little twist :)

And since Iamvoldemort inspired me, this story is dedicated to her xxx

PS: This whole story is told in the leads point of view (POV). The leads name is: Angelina (Angel)!

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Knocking on my door~ Chapter One-

I groan and look up from my book. Upstairs my dear sister is playing One Direction songs at top volume. I sigh and close the book I'm currently reading. No point reading if I can't concentrate. I put it down and get to my feet. Last year in this blasted house and then I'm off to college.

Suddenly, the music stops. Then two minutes later, my sister, Daniella (Danny), comes down singing One Direction at the top of her voice. I roll my eyes and she just sticks out her tongue at me. That girl, apparently, 'loves' the five clowns in that band. How can someone say the love someone, without even knowing them, just like that.

I pull out Daniella's headphones. She looks at me confused.

"What?" She asks.

"Stop singing!", I screech. I chuckle at her making a face and put on my glasses.

Ding-ding-ding!

I jump at the sound of the doorbell. Who could be at the door at this time? I say to myself, looking at the time; 9:59.

Daniella gets up to open the door and I follow her, confused. When she opens the door, she gasps. I look out and outside, there are five boys - five scared looking boys- outside. Two of them cover our mouths.

"Please don't scream!", one with wavy, caramel hair begs. Daniella nods, but my eyes narrow and I bite the tanned one holding my mouth, grabbing my phone and dialling 9-1-1.

"Your One Direction!", Daniella whisper-screams. I groan and put the phone back in my pocket.

"She bit me!", The tanned one says, his voice reflecting the pain. I roll my eyes.

"Yea, hi, can we please come in-", In a distance, there's the vague screaming of teenage girls. The boys' eyes widen, and rudely they push past my sister and I. [A/n: Should there be a 'me' or an 'I' there?]

"Hey!", I scream. They hurriedly close the door and lock it. They all take deep breaths of relief.

"Explain!", I yell.

"We've been running for a while can we sit down?", the one with the curly hair asked.

"Yes!", Danny cheers, before I can response. She leads them to the living room, and then sit down on the couch and one on the floor.

"Explain!", I repeat, in my grave voice.

"We were at our concert and these girls started chasing us," the wavy haired, explained. "We've been running for the past two hours. New York fans are so more aggeressive than UK fans." he comments.

"Of coarse they are, its the city that never sleeps!", I say, sounding like a typical New Yorker. "You might say 'hey' in London, but the only 'hey' we get in New York is 'Hey give me yo' wallet or I break yo' face!'" They all laugh at my New York accent.

"Anyway, can we please stay in your house for a few days till this thing clears up?", the curly one asks.

"Yes!" - "No!" My sister and I say at the same time.

"They can't stay!", I say, firmly. Her eyes go wide, and she does the puppy dog face that she knows I can't resist. I close my eyes and shake my head. "Still no!".

"C'mon help!", she whispers, loudly to the boys. I look at them and am sourounded by puppy-dogs faces.

"Oh fine!", I break. "You can stay! But only for the time, that mom and dad are gone, which is one month!" It WAS Summer, my mother and John (Her new husband) were out on a holiday. ________________________________________________________________________________

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