When Wrong Goes Right

Chapter 4

Hey guys! Here's the next Chapter.

But, I just wanted to say something. For those of you who think this is all completely unrealistic, I agree. However, it's a FanFiction. That means I can just write how I want to write. I know how you may feel. I've read some FanFics that make me go WHAT? But trust me, that is not how I intend WWGR to go.

So, enjoy! Xx May

The next minute went by fast. The girl was handcuffed and the police were checking the area.

“Are you alright, love?” Louis asked.

“I- I , I uh.” I began. But then I realized I was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't form words.

“Shh, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay.” Niall soothed.

Then the tears came.

“Oh my God.” I whispered.

Then a policeman came over. “Is everyone alright?”

Liam spoke up. “Yes, none of us are hurt. We would appreciate it if someone could unbound us, though.”

“Right.” The officer said.

He quickly unbound the boys.

“You were very brave.” Niall said.

“I agree. Thanks for not tying those ropes tightly.” Louis added with a wink.

I managed a weak smile. “Your welcome.”

“Do you need a tissue?” Harry offered. I nodded.

“Excuse me, sir?” He said, calling out to a policeman.

“Yes?”

“Can I get some tissues for the lady?”

“Of course!” He said, dissapearing to get them.

“So, what's your name, love?” Zayn asked.

“Malorie. Malorie Johnson.”

“Well, I'm Zayn.” He said.

I chuckled. “I know.” I said, smiling.

“Yes! I got you to smile.” He said.

“You do have a lovely smile, by the way.” Harry added.

I blushed. “Thanks.”

“So, did you enjoy the concert?” Liam piped up.

“Yes, it was really good. You guys are very talented.” I said shyly.

“Why thanks, love.” Zayn said.

“No problem.” I said. I noticed that we were all kind of avoiding the previous situation.

“So, how old are you?” Niall asked in that amazing accent.

“Um, 17 and three quarters.” I said, proud of my mental math.

“Ahh, I see.” Harry said.

“So, do you know how old we are?” Louis challenged.

“Well, I know that you're the oldest and Harry is the youngest.”

“Good so far.” Louis said with a smile.

“Umm, Zayn is second oldest?” I said, more of a question.

“Yep, I'm nineteen.” Zayn said.

“Okay, I got this. That would make Harry, Niall, and Liam... eighteen?” I guessed.