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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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I was looking at 3/5 of One Direction.

And holy shit they had just saved me.

I watch in complete and utter shock as THE Zayn Malik puts his hand out, to help me up I assume. Taking it shyly, he pulls my up like I weigh nothing.

"Love what's your name?" I hear the one and only Louis Tomlinson ask me.

"Sky-Skylar. My names Skylar but you can call me Sky. " I fumble with my words.

"What a nice name. Im Louis, this is Zayn and Harry." Louis replies, his compliment not going unoticed as my cheeks flush a bright pink.

"I know who you guys are." I say with a small smile.

"Glad to see you're okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? Or do you already have one..." Zayn asks hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"I umm...." About to say I have a ride but then remember I left the club without Chelsea and was going to walk back to the flat until the gang bangers decided to show up...

"Actually no I don't. I was just going to walk home. Until...that happened." I shudder pointing at the bruised and beaten man laying on the ground in the parking lot.

"Nonsense! We shall take you home. Whether you like it or not. " Tomlinson argues.

Once I'd given them directions to my flat, they'd immediately hopped into a black range rover, Harry opening the passenger side door for me. Such the gentleman. He goes around to his side and jumps in, turning the key in the ignition and putting the heater on low.

"So Sky, you from around here?" Zayn asks from the backseat.

"Yeah. Well sorta. I moved here from Cheshire with my best friend as soon as I was 18. " I end the sentence barely above a whisper, thinking of my family.

"Oh. I thought so because of your accent you know. " he replies sweetly, me giving him a slight nod before turning and looking out the window. Now I bet most of you are wondering why I'm not fangirling right now. Well that my friend is what happens when you get chased by some weirdo for half a mile before you heroes (literally) come and rescue you. And besides, i had plenty of time to fangirl with Chelsea once i told her tomorrow. Once we reach the driveway to my house, I reach into my purse to find my keys.

....and keep searching becAUSE THEY'RE NOT FUCKING IN THERE ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

I must have left mine in the house assuming that we would use Chels' keys to get back in. And I even remember locking the door before leaving. God I'm retarded sometimes.

"Uggghhh," I groan, "... I forgot my stupid keys in the house so I'm locked out." Looking back at the three Louis almost instantly yells, "GROUP MEETING!"

"But Louis that doesn't work if there's only 3 of-"

"I DONT CARE HARRY" Louis interrupts Harry, making me jump.

"Fiiiinnne. " Harry whines. And with that he literally crawls over the console and into the backseat to seat in between Zayn and Louis, where they form a little huddle. Louis looks up and almost glares at me in what a hope is a playful way and says, "Ma'am we're gonna have to ask you to exit the vehicle for a brief amount of time so we can come to our decision." My naw literally dropped.

They were kicking me out?

Bitches.

Without further protest, I huffed and climbed out of the car, then moving to sit next to the front tire. Pulling my phone out, I go and check my twitter, instagram, every social thing i had. After about 6 minutes of this, my phone dies.