The Wrong Number {A One Direction Fan-fiction}

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"BREAKFAST!" Louis called from downstairs.

I rose from my bed. Only Louis could yell that loud.

I slept really good. It was odd, because I was in pain from the fight and all. But I slept really well.

I popped my slippers on my feet and went downstairs. Liam was putting pancakes onto Eleanor's plate.

Eleanor? Danielle was there too. They must've spent the night. I didn't even notice. I rubbed my eyes and approached Liam.

"How many do you want Alex?" he asked me.

"Two, please," I said quietly. My voice hadn't really woken up.

He put two of the pancakes onto my plate, and turned to Niall, who was getting seconds.

I was walking to my seat, but I was stopped by Louis.

"Wait! You need syrup!" he popped open the lid of the syrup bottle, and poured. But it didn't stop. He unscrewed the lid completely and dumped every last bit of syrup on my plate.

Gross! I hate syrup. Ew ew ew! Why the hell would he do that.

Louis grinned at me. "Oops!"

He obviously did it on purpose. What an ass!

"Louis! What the hell?!" I shouted at him.

Liam came running up to Louis.

"Lou, you can't just pour the whole thing of syrup onto her plate! She didn't even ask for any!"

"and your point is...?" Louis asked.

Wow, I wanted to punch him.

Liam rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples. He turned to me. "Alex, do you want more?"

I shook my head. Looking at all the syrup made me loose my appetite.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry any more."

Liam shrugged and went back to flipping the batter into pancakes.

I sat at the table, even though I was eating nothing. I looked across from me. Misty.

I needed to talk to her. I needed to take Niall's advise. It wouldn't be easy talking to her, but I had to. We had to figure something out. This situation would just rip us all apart if we didn't do something.

Misty was obviously still pissed off at me. She wouldn't dare make eye contact with me. This sucks! My best friend won't even talk to me.

This London trip sure is cool, but the weirdest things have happened here. God only knows what's next...

Kirsten wasn't there. She hadn't cone down yet. Good. I don't want shit to happen and ruin my morning. Even though Louis already ruined breakfast...

I let out a yawn. No one was talking. All you heard was the sound of forks hitting plates, and chewing. I wanted to break the silence, but what do I say?

Harry, Zayn, and Kirsten weren't down stairs yet. Harry and Zayn were sleeping, I know that for sure. But where was Kirsten?

Wait, why do I care? I don't. I need to forget about her stupid self and focus on my own being. I needed to talk to Misty, desperately. Before things got too out of hand.

"Misty, can I-"

I was interrupted by the worst voice ever.

"Good morning, all. Beautiful day, isn't it?! I'm in such a good mood!" Kirsten said, quite loudly.