"Fuck." Louis says and runs towards the hallway and I hear him open the front door. "You can't be here right now you idiot." I hear him say with a calm voice.
I stand up and take small steps towards him to get a better look, but I trip on an empty soda can. Fuck. He turns around and gives me an angry look.
"Stay there!" He says and points his index finger at me.
"We're just here to get his stuff." Someone says. It's a boy and his voice is kind of raspy.
Two people enter the front door and they walk to a room and shut the door behind them. I could only see them through the kitchen door and I bet the one who didn't talk was Harry. Now that I'm sober and that I know what that asshole tried to do, I'm pissed. No one, literally, no one, is aloud to treat me like that. So I'm going to stand my ground and I'm gonna show him that I'm not afraid of him.
I run towards the door and open it. I can see someone with curly long hair and he's packing a big sports bag full of clothes. I walk into the room and shut the door behind me. "You fucking asshole." I yell angrily, I was shocked by the usage of the swear word since my father brainwashed me to absolutely not to use them.
He turns around as I walk towards him, I clench my fist and hit him on his perfectly formed cheekbone. My heart is beating fast and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. He quickly puts his hands to his cheek. "What the fu-" he manages to say before I kick him in his crotch. He falls and hits the floor and I sit on his stomach, I'm about to hit his face but he grabs my wrists to stop me. The pain he's feeling is visible through the look on his face. His eyes are half shut and he is having a bit of a hard time breathing.
"I've always liked the girl on top" he grunts and somehow lets out a chuckle. He's still holding my wrists and he's squeezing so hard I think my blood stopped flowing. This dude is really pissing me off.
His friend that I heard at the door has been standing in the corner of the room the whole time and I didn't even notice. He's starting to walk towards us and he looks really dangerous and mysterious, but I find myself thinking he's attractive as hell. I turn my head back to Harry. "Let me go you asshole". I try to release myself from his grip but it's impossible.
"Bro, let the girl go" the mysterious boy says with his British accent. His hair is perfect, just perfect. It's black and he has wax in it, his beard completes the look perfectly. I look into his eyes and it's a beautiful hazel color. He seems so familiar, where have I seen him?
He catches me looking at him and I quickly look back at Harry giving him a look that could kill someone. The boy grabs me under my arms and helps me up.
"You always seem to get yourself into strange situations like this." the British boy says and laughs. So is this what Harry does? He gets on with girls and make them angry? What the fuck.
"I like it rough, Zayn" he says, and he's very determined about it. So the mysterious British boy's name is Zayn. Interesting.
Louis barges into the room.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" He says while Harry stands up.
"Oh this girl is wild as fuck! Too bad nothing happened in the car.." Harry says mockingly and I give him an angry look and I'm just about to kick him when Zayn gets ahold of me.
"Easy there princess." his voice surprisingly calms me down.
"Well I'm leaving." I say and I release myself from his grip. I walk towards the hallway, grab my shoes and pull the handle of the door. Wait, what? It's locked.
I quickly walk towards the room. I snatch the door open.
"Unlock the door Louis, I'm going home."
He turns around and looks at me.
"You don't even know where you are, how do you think you'll get home?"
"It doesn't matter, just unlock the door." I say and sigh.
"Just stay here for the night, I'll take you home tomorrow." He sighs and I can see a smirk growing on his lips.
"What the hell, first of all, I don't even know you and you're telling me to stay over? And second of all, if I want to get out, I will, period." I say frustrated. Why does he want me to stay? It was nice of him backing me up but I want to go home.
I hear a clicking sound, like a gun being loaded. I turn around and Zayn is pointing a gun towards my face. I'm a bit scared but I remind myself not to show any fear, it makes me look weak and I'm certainly not weak.
"If he says you're staying, then you're staying." He says and grins. How did he get this aggressive? He was so nice a minute ago.
Bipolar much. They are all so weird and I swear to god I recognize Zayn from somewhere.
"I'm not afraid of you and your fake ass gun." I spit trying to act as though as possible.
Zayn is still pointing his gun at me. I roll my eyes.
"Get the g'' is all I manage to say before he shoots. I close my eyes, thinking he shot me, then I open them a second later understanding that I wasn't hurt.
"Dude! You just killed my plant, what the fuck!" Louis says and I look behind me. I see a plant on the floor and pieces of a broken vase. I glare at Louis. He looks at me and bites his lip.
"I meant, you could have hit her." Louis says and I shake my head in frustration.
"Does it look fake now?" Zayn says and waves his gun in my face. Harry is just standing in the background with a grin on his face.
"Get out of here guys, we don't need any more drama." Louis says and they follow his order.
Harry takes the bag full of weird stuff and clothes. Louis follows them to the hallway and shuts the door to the room.
I'm still standing shocked not knowing what just happen. I put my ear to the door and try to hear if they are saying something interesting. I only hear words like "talked, crazy, stupid and fuck" I also hear them mentioning tea. I give up trying to eavesdrop their conversation and sigh instead.
Why the hell did Zayn have a gun? And why didn't anyone seem, I don't know, freaking shocked of that he was caring a glock in his pocket? Do they all have guns, are they criminals or something? God, this is so weird, not knowing anything about anyone.
I find my way back to the kitchen and sit down on a chair, and as I sit down I start to realize how big of a headache I have. I start to rub my temples and I close my eyes.
"Hey, are you okay?" Louis says behind my back. I open my eyes, and shake my head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I say still pissed that he's not letting me go home.
"Hey, Alexis, was it? Are you sure? Do you want an aspirin, or a cup of tea?" He says and smile. I look at him.
I get up from the chair in hope to find some aspiring, because I'm not about to ask Louis. I open a cabinet in the kitchen as Louis is making my tea. There are different cups of different sizes and colors in the cabinet. I open another cabinet and I find protein powder, some weird pills and I try to find a package that says "aspirin".
"What are looking for?" He asks
I just look at him and then I keep looking for the aspirin. He walks behind me and reaches over me for the top shelf and he brings out an aspirin package and gives me it. I take it and stand there quietly while he pours me a glass of water. He hands me the glass and I go to sit down again.
"Why can't I go home?" I ask.
"It's late." He says.
"I don't mind."
"I'm tired as fuck, I can't drive, and I'm not letting you go alone." Louis says annoyed.
"I'm not tired." I say. He sighs. Louis keeps making the tea and I wash down the aspirin with some water.
"Here you go." He says handing me my cup of tea and I do what he says. As I drink my tea, I feel really sleepy from nowhere. I yawn, and I can't even keep my eyes open. What kind of tea is this?
"What the heck?" I say and yawn.
"Tired now?" Louis says and smiles, and thats all I see before everything goes black.
