Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 6: May I be mobbed?

"Aw, man" I saw Harry mutter from the window, tossling his hair again & grabbing his gray, knit beanie.

"What is it?" I see Liam enter the kitchen, stretching his arms, buttoning up his plaid shirt.

"I thought Paul said we would be fine here," Louis came in now, peering out another window, squinting through the blinds.

"Did you tweet something about where we were again Liam?" Zayn called from a separate room.

"Nooo, I did not!" Liam replied, huffing. But then he paused, looking down. "I don't think I did," He added, scrolling through twitter on his phone, second guessing himself.

"Listen," Louis told the rest of the boys, cupping a hand around his ear. "Apparently, my name is Lewis,".

I tilted my head slightly to the right to get a better view of the girls. But they had already started making their way up to Harry's door.

"Can we go say hello?!" Liam asked the others enthusiastically.

"I dunno, man. It's a bit risky," Zayn replied, raising an eyebrow.

I turned back to look at the herd of teenage girls, they were flipping out, one was even throwing a carrot at the door! And a pretty, tall blonde was knocking furiously. WAIT. That was Angelica! How did she even...? She must of stormed out of the house and brought along a group of crazy fans with her!

Louis sighed, "Twitter will be blowing up in about, well, I'd say...-" he paused to glance down at his watch "-6 minutes," he concluded, nodding.

I had to do something. I mean... It was partly my fault. If I hadn't freaked out on Angelica, she wouldn't of took revenge and grabbed a bunch of Directioners and practically mobbed the boy's house.

"I'll be back," I told Dorina, taking a swig of my bubble tea and grabbed a pair of floral flats from the back of the closet. I adjusted my blouse and walked out the front door, before deciding to use the back exit. I didn't want to get caught up in the middle of that whole scene. So, closing the backyard door softly, I tip-toed towards the broken fence. I wondered why Harry hadn't patched it up yet. None the less, I edged myself through, getting a bit caught in the splits of dry wood, but I made it. The deflated turtle lay there, untouched as well. Stepping up to his back door, I opted for the window instead. I knocked slightly on the glass, peering into the kitchen. Soon, Liam appeared, he looked hazy, but he was visibly cheery. Liam made a "come on in" gesture, so I climbed the steps inside.

The cozy house smelt of bad breakfast. I saw a plate of the left overs, the toast was burnt and the bacon was entirely too crispy. I started taking my shoes off when all of a sudden, a spatula whizzed past my face. Off to the left, I saw Louis squatting with Harry, Zayn and Niall behind him. He raised a finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet.

"Duck!" he whispered urgently. I did.

He motioned me to pick up the spatula, I did so.

"Hold it in front of your face!" Louis said.

This was getting weird, but I obliged. I finally realized why they were making me do this. They didn't want the Directioners to know that they were home. I could see the girls cupping their faces, trying to see through the closed blinds into the kitchen.

"I came over to try to help, Angelica is out there somewhere and I don't even know what I can do to help you guys," I bit my lip. "I shouldn't of even come." I sighed.

"No! Stay!" Harry replied.

The boys turned to look at him, eyebrows raised.

"I mean... uh. She might get hurt if she goes out there! Right?" he blushed.