Sneaker

Chapter 9

Sorry for the language in this chapter :) but yeah, it's going to get more interesting soon!

I'm so fucked up right now. "PINCH ME" I yell just to make sure this really wasn't another dream. Niall pinches me. Hard. Ouch.

"Owie!" I yelp.

"Sorry, you've been out for a while now, we were starting to get worried." What is going on? One minute I'm waving goodbye to them in the tour bus, but now it seems I'm in the tour bus! Maybe someone drugged me! Or maybe I'm being kidnapped! Actually, that wouldn't be that bad, I'd love to be kidnapped by One Direction. It's actually a dream of mine. What a flacked up dream. I swear, I'm such a jacked up teenager they should put me in a mental facility.

"What's going on?" I ask frantically. They all glance at each other. Oh no, this can't be good.

"Well-" Niall starts to say something but Harry cuts him off.

"We were driving away, and we got somewhat worried about you being in the alley alone, so we drove back, and found you on the ground, writhing about like a fish out of water." I knew it wasn't going to be good news. Shit, what was going on? I ask myself for what seemed like the hundredth time. I retrace my steps in my mind. I came out of the bathroom door, down the alley, saw the boys, waved goodbye, and..and... and what? I couldn't remember anything. There must be a logical explanation to this. You know what? Here's a logical explanation, I was probably just dehydrated and I passed out or something, then fell into a nightmarish sleep. Right? Right?! I check my watch. Shit. It was after 6 already.

"How long have I been out?" I ask.

"Um, a long time, you fell in and out of consciousness for a while, before finally falling asleep. We figured, as long as you were breathing and moving, you'd be alright. And look! You are! Yippee!" Louis exclaimed