Summer Dreams (One Direction)

Summer Dreams

"Where are the boys?"

"In the rehearsal room," Zac informs, I nod.

"So.....let's see where these go!" DJ enthusiasm is contagious, we all stand.

"Wait what about Paul?"

"He can't catch us all," Claire smirked.

"I'll go out first, lead him away then you guys can escape," Becca heads towards the door.

She opened the door sprinting away, soon we could hear two sets of feet hitting the cement. Good to go. We all hurry out and head the opposite way. The way led to multiple doors, we scrambled to find the key to fit the hole. Surprised to find a single golf cart and a few scooters. There were skateboards stacked against the wall, each personalized with a unique design.

"Shit, he's quick!" Becca burst in breathless."We gotta hurry," she grabbed a skateboard and took off again.

Liz and I positioned the scooters and followed, DJ and Zac climbed in the golf cart, Claire was the only risky one to try another skateboard. She soon took off ahead of us, wiping out a few feet away. She rose to her feet hopped on the skateboard and held on for dear life as the golf cart did wheelies.

Liz and I slowed and broke out laughing. I began video taping it while Becca did circles around us.

"Stop!" Paul now had multiple security guards.

They neared just as Zac took to sharp of a turn, turning the thing on it's side. Claire let go just in time and was flung into a wall. Zac climbed out off it, holding his right wrist, while DJ was motionless.

We all swarmed the wreckage pulling her out, eyes fluttering open. Thank God!

"Oh my God! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she mumbled sitting up.

Feet were heard stomping down the hall, the boy appeared by each of our sides. They each looked us over, protective lads.

Harry places a gentle kiss to my forehead before turning to Paul,"I told you to watch them!"

"Harry it wasn't his fault," I broke in. He turned, eyes meeting mine, they were dark, dangerous.

Harry gripped my wrist pulling me back to the room, everyone on our heels. He slowly tightened his fingers into my skin, I cringed,"Your hurting me!"

He stopped in his tracks, worry splashed across his face, I pulled away angrily. He placed his hand on my lower back still leading me to their dressing room.

I hopped onto the sofa, moving away from Harry. They all pile on as well, not enough room for one of us. Liz simply jumped on us all.

"Get off!"

"Oww!"

"Get!" we all pushed her to the floor where she now lay.

They were all pacing back and forth across the small room.

"Why can't you just listen to us?" Wow! Liam seemed angry.

"You always do the opposite of what we say!" Zayn yelled, we all tensed.

Harry kept his green orbs settled on me as he took a seat at the table. "You could have gotten hurt," Harry's anger subsided somewhat.

"We're fine!" Becca yelled back.

"DJ wasn't!" Zayn gestures to the thin figured sitting next to me.

"Claire ran into a wall! Could have broke her nose!" Louis exclaimed. They were all so different, I don't like it.