Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic

Let's All Slide Around a French Prison

A/N

This chapters going to be a little crappy because I have a severe case of writer's block. I sorry. :(

Lex's POV:

Sirens? Is my hearing just severely jacked up or do I hear sirens? I look around the room. Sure enough, a couple of people are holding their ears. I don't know why though, they're not that loud.

People from the auction had made their way onto the dance floor now, seeing what all of the commotion is about. Uh oh. I'm trying to think of a good way to explain why there is an unconscious boy on the ground, for "Olivia hit him over the head twice because he was gay for Harry." sounds really freaking terrible.

I'm beginning to lose my cool. I never lose my cool. I'm always calm or at least angry but still able to have a plan.

The sirens stop.

Still no plan.

A gray haired police officer steps out of the cop car. His uniform is a little wrinkled, and I can tell he's had a long day from the bags under his eyes.

"We've gotten a report of violence from this location. Anyone care to explain?"

He eyes Andrew, still knocked out from the frying pan. At least he's not bleeding.......well, not that I can see. That's probably not good.

Olivia nervously slides the frying pan behind her back, trying to hide it.

"Did you hit this man?" The officer points his index finger at her.

She gulps, sitting the frying pan on the ground. Her arms fly above her head, just like in one of those police movies where the scream "Put your hands up!"

"No.....maybe.....yeah, yeah I did." She frowns down at the ground.

"Well then, I guess you're going to have to come down to the station with me."

"No!" Liam cries out, stepping in front of Liv. Talk about guts. "She didn't do anything. I-i-it was self defense!" Olivia rests her hand on his shoulder to calm him down, then whispers softly into his ear. I can practically feel the tension in the room. "I'll come for you, I promise...." Liam whispers, giving Olivia a quick peck before making his way back over to us.

"Hands behind your back please." The officer pulls out a pair of handcuffs. This can't be happening. No. I'm only imagining things. Olivia cannot be getting arrested! I mean, I know it's the law to handcuff anyone who is being taken into police custody, but she's my Livvy.

"Wait!" I scream, reaching out to her. Harry's hands grip tight around my waist to hold me back. "Let...me...GO!" I cry. "Shhhhhh, we'll just drive over to the station. No need to make a scene." He runs his fingers through my hair. "Harry-"

"Shhhhhh." He strokes my arm. It doesn't calm me down like I know he wanted it to. "Olivia!"

"Lexi, I'll be fine! Just watch out for the boys and gals for me. Momma will be back soon."

"We don't need sitting..." Louis pouts.

"SHUT UP!" We all scream.

The last thing I see when I turn around is an officer dipping Olivia's head into the back of the car. I feel as if I'm going to cry.

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"Hurry up!" I shout at Louis from the back seat of the Range Rover.

I haven't been able to do anything for the past half hour. I've been to antsy. Waiting. Waiting. More waiting. I need to see Olivia. She's my best friend, and now she's in prison in Paris. Customs are different here, who knows what they could be doing to her.