Basketcase

A Horror Film

Chapter Seven

“So now what?" I asked, shoving the towel over my shoulders roughly approaching the crowd. I should probably call Marissa. I shook my head viciously and ruffled it gently back, whipping it back out of view. Harry and Niall stood particularly still grinning greedily. "What?" I asked dryly.

Lou stepped in from corner view sharing the same expression, "Well, the lads and I have been talking, concluding a final decision of invitin' you to hang with us tonight," he informed.

My head began to shake slowly, emerging into a rapid response of denial, "No," I said firmly.

A voice emerged for behind, "Oh, no is no fun," he said linking his arm on my left, Harry smiling cheeky.

"Yes, no is no fun so lets make it a yes," another crept from behind looping his arm into my left, revealing his blond haired self and a matching cheeky grin.

I shook my head firmly attempting to loosen their grip, "Nah, it's cool fellas," I replied, "Got things to do, places to see."

Their links ceased to unclasp.

"Like what?" Zayn inquired, injecting himself into the conversation.

"I gotta go visit my Ma," I replied shrugging the lie.

"There are more of you?" Naill asked, twitching his head in interest.

"Yeah," I replied plainly.

"Is there a girl version of you?" Harry questioned eagerly, "Like a sister? Hot mom?"

"Harry!" Liam scolded gutting Harry purposefully.

Harry's body tightened in response before clenching his stomach in pain, his grip firming still in a steady grasp on my arm.

"Get a hold of yourselves lads!" Liam instructed, "Stop being so damn bloody invasive!"

They all seemed to reply with falsely innocent smiles of pleading forgiveness and pleasing amusement. I closed my eyes sighing, "How about we leave my family out of this and I'll go to what ever 'Bro Sleep-Over' you're planning," I suggested, running my brow.

The two released their grasps at several floors for the fiftieth, a flowing feel of circulation and relaxation filling slowly but surely through my arms. Number forty-nine passed in a glumish instant, flicking to fifty encouraging my glum intensions.

The boys trailed out, leaving me in the emptiness of the elevator, a flicker of chance clicking as my eyes found the forty-ninth button beside the fiftieth. My hand unconsciously slapped it, quickly moving back into an innocent stance. The hall silenced as the door lightly clicked several steps away from the elevator, my humming belief of escape creating almost a spark of excitement. The two metal clasps of door emerging from their hidden space inching inwards towards their seal. Inches, only inches, before sly departure.

I breathed an sigh of reassurance closing my eyes and breathing in. The door popped a ding, my eyes blinking open, cruelly watching the reopening of the doors. They're opening... My eyes slipped to a hand steadily placed between the two doors, widening to full view and capturing a tall figure of mocking disappointment.

"Now, you weren't thinking of leaving us," his head cocked childishly, raising his brow purposefully, "were you?"

I lined my lips shrugging and walked past him, leaving a light brush as he pulled back for me to pass.

I stepped through the door. A bedroom? The opening from the outside contained two rather obnoxious king sized beds, side by side, suitcases neatly placed at each post almost placed in care.