You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 8• What the Hell

Leyla's POV

I groaned, shifting in a bed that felt too hard. My hands wandered, but instead of the familiar silky sheets, I felt only a coarse surface. I rolled to the side and instantly regretted it, landing hard on my face on a cold, unforgiving floor.

What the hell? Where am I?

My body ached. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stretching. I stood, my hand reaching for support on what I realized was a table. My feet felt squishy. I looked down, my toes caked in mud. Where did this come from? So many questions needed answers.

I walked out of the room, turning to see I had just left my own kitchen. Holy fudge cakes. Maple syrup was splattered on every counter. The living room walls were smeared with mashed potatoes. I felt like I was in Willy Wonka's funhouse. The floor was covered in muddy footprints, as if a crowd of people had danced all at once. "Birthday" by Katy Perry was blasting on the stereo, adding to my growing headache. I stumbled to the stereo and turned it off.

"Guys?" I called out, but only silence answered. What on earth did we do last night?

A groan from behind the couch sent a jolt through me. My first instinct was to grab the metal baseball bat from the umbrella stand. I clutched it, ready to swing. I followed the sound, inching toward the messy sofa. Okay, if this is a murderer in a Teletubby costume, I'll take them out. But if it's Johnny Depp, I'll keep him as a hostage. What? He's my actor crush, and Mick Jagger is my ultimate. Judge me.

I peeked around the couch and relaxed when I saw a familiar head of black hair. "Get up, you lazy bum!" I teased. Calum just groaned, his hand pressed to his temple. He had a bad headache, too. I helped him to his feet, and he immediately collapsed back onto the couch.

He looked around the room, bewildered. "What the hell happened here?"

"I don't know, Cal, but something tells me we were the cause of it."

He managed a crooked smile. "When aren't we?"

"Touché, my friend."

"You go find the others. I'm going to pass out." He lay down and was asleep in an instant.

I put the bat back in its place and walked upstairs. The first room I entered was the guest bedroom. Silly string covered every inch of the room. It was impossible to see anything but the faint outline of the furniture. I cringed as my bare feet squished through a mixture of mud and silly string. I cleared the silly string from the bed, revealing Faith still asleep, wearing a full chicken suit.

Perfect.

I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of her. I shook her, and she jolted upright. "Wha—Leyla? Why do you look so messed up?"

I looked down at myself. I was covered in mud and grime. "No time for that. I'm just as confused as you are, but we need to find everyone else." She nodded, following me down the hall.

The door across from the guest room was slightly ajar. The door creaked as I walked into Xiana's bedroom. She was asleep on her bed, but what caught my attention was the video camera in her hand. I shushed Faith when she accidentally stepped on a squeaky rubber duck. There were dozens of them all over the floor. I grabbed the camera, saw that it was still recording, and pressed stop. "A video camera?" Faith whispered. I nodded. We quietly slipped out of the room. "We'll watch it later."

I led us to the next room, my parents' bedroom, which was clean. We left and went to my room.

"Holy cheese in a bagel..." Faith gasped. It wasn't terrifying, but it was definitely shocking.

"Oh, shit."

My room was filled with kittens. I love them, but what if they pooped everywhere? "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN MY HOUSE?!" I bellowed. Faith flinched. I apologized, and she said she would have flipped out too.

The cats meowed at me as we walked into my closet, where Michael was sound asleep. I dragged him out of my room, and he coughed up... a hairball? Did he eat a cat?

"Hey, guys..." he muttered, sounding unwell. I dragged him down the stairs and pushed him onto the couch next to Calum.

"Okay, three down, three more to go," I said. Faith decided to rest on the loveseat. I found Jovi in the bathroom, covered in vegetables. Then I found Jaja in the basement, covered in Sharpie doodles on all her exposed skin.

"There's only one left, and it's Lucas Hemmings."

Everyone looked at me. "What?" I asked.

They shook their heads. "Have you checked the backyard? Go look out there," Jaja said sleepily.

I gave her a determined nod. I ran to the back door, where the muddy footprints led outside. I slipped on my flip-flops and washed the mud off my feet. I stared at the perfect, colorful structure in the middle of our yard.

"Golden, mother-fucking Freeman," I mumbled. I screamed in happiness and dashed toward the giant inflatable bouncy castle. I jumped inside, bouncing happily in the multicolored plastic balls.

I heard an unpleasant noise. I shrugged it off and kept bouncing, but it happened again. "Holy shit," I cursed, looking down. My right foot was on a human face. Not just any face, but Luke's.

I helped him up. "Fuck, I didn't mean to repeatedly step on your face! Why are you in a bouncy castle, and how do we even have one?" I rambled. He held his head. Everyone had a headache except for Faith and me. I don't know how my sister got involved. She's going to be so pissed when she wakes up.

We were all back in the living room, and no one had a clue what had happened.

"Wait, I found a video camera," I said with a loud sigh. "I hope it was recording last night. I call the bath!" I ran upstairs, stripping off my clothes along the way. I'd pick them up later.

I looked into the mirror and began to brush my hair. But something caught my eye. I pulled all my hair to one side and touched the bluish-violet mark on the right side of my neck.

Oh hell no.

I had a hickey. And I had no idea who gave it to me.

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-Nina.