Kidnapped by zayn

Chapter 17

A/N Okay so hii (: im sorry that it has taken so long to update! I had wrote almost an entire chapter and wattpad decided to delete every word of it. ):

It took me forever to remember exactly what i wrote and take the time to rewrite it so again, my bad.

Also its my spring break and i've been a little busy.

Anyways enjoy (:

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"Your quite insane has anyone ever told you that?!" Harry Yells

"A few people have actually!" Niall shouts back

I lazily roll over in the bed, the loud argueing in the hall waking me up.

I groggily sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and stretch out my arms while doing so.

We all know Niall is insane so what could they possibly be fighting over?

"Your fucking stupid Niall, you know that?"

"Fuck You Harry. I was trying to help!"

What in the absolute hell are they talking about? Their both idiots to be fighting at 8:30 in the morning like this, if everyone wasnt already awake they sure are now.

"Help? You call that help!? Niall You brought a fucking prostitute here for zayn! After all the shit he's been through for a girl and You try to give him a one night stand to fuck him up even more?"

"She is not a damn prostitute Harry! Quit saying that" Niall yells frustrated

Suddenly i spring from the bed, throwing on a floral tanktop and Skinny jeans and running into the hallway. A prostitute? In this house? Oh i have to see this!

"Both of You please shut the hell up. Where is she?"

They both look at me without saying a word and then look right back at eachother before going at it once again.

"Damn pricks" i mutter before walking past them.

I speedwalk downstairs. Why this excites me so much im not exactly sure. I make my way through the kitchen and into the livingroom where i see the so called 'prostitute'.

She has blonde hair that goes a little below her shoulder, a tint of purple in it. & some of the prettiest blue eyes. Shes skinny and lightly Pale.

She is wearing a pretty sky blue dress, it fits her curves perfect. Reaching halfway down her arms and a little past her knees. She has on Silver cross earings with diamonds in the middle, and white sandals.

"Hi"

She turns her head towards me and smiles politely "Hi!"

"You dont look hardly like a prostitute" i laugh.

Her face turns a lighter pale than it already was and her cheeks flush.

"W-what? Im not a prostitute i.." She trails off, losing eye contact.

I giggle Lightly and lean off the Doorway.

"Oh i know. I can tell. Its just Harry thinks your a prostitute but its okay. He swears i use to be a stripper" i do my best to stay humurous to the girl who looks completely hurt and offended by me calling her a prostitute.

"Harry?" She questions.

"Ah yes. My boyfriend. One of the 5 lovely members?" I question her, she seems so clueless.

"Oh right. Sorry i forgot theres more other than Zayn and Niall" she half smiles in my direction.

I assume those are the only two she has met. How? Im not sure. If she hasnt met Harry then why does he think shes a prostitute?