Mission: Love (1D FF)

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A/N: AH! SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A WHILE, SOME MAJOR STUFF HAS BEEN GOING ON! ENJOY! xx (13 READS UNTIL NEXT UPDATE) SO SORRY IT IS SHORT!

I woke up the next morning in my bed, I went to stretch, and ended up smacking someone. I screamed, and jumped out of bed. The person sat straight up as well, and I realised who it was. Louis.

"Shh, It's just me! It's just me! I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you love, It's just I didn't want to sleep by myself, and guys can't sleep with guys. It's too weird." He mumbled sleepily, while rubbing his eyes.

"It's alright." I sighed, and crawled back into bed.

"You alright?" He asked, his hand resting on my back.

"I'm fine. I just didn't expect to wake up in my bed, or in my pj/s? How did I get into my pj's?" I asked, slowly moving away from him.

"Hey, I didn't touch you, or do anything immoral. Alright? You were tired, and fell asleep on the couch. Paul came back to the apartment, told me to take you to bed. So I did. I placed you on the bed, and left the room because Paul had to talk to me. I came back and you were under the covers and your clothes were on the floor. I went to see if you had your pj's on, and you did. So then I got into bed with, uh, you." He tried explaining himself and I couldn't help but smile.

I got back into the bed, pushed him off, and then got back under the covers. He didn't get back up, so I figured he would just stay there. I heard grumbling, and figured it was from Louis. I closed my eyes, and as soon as the dark surrounded me, Paul slammed our door open. I jolted up, and groaned.

"Oh my god! Guys get dressed! We're going to be late!" he screamed, before running back to his room. I looked at Louis and he shrugged, before getting up.

"Dibs on bathroom first." Louis yelled, grabbing his bag and rushing into the bathroom.

I sighed raking my fingers through my hair. I went through my suitcase, not knowing what to wear. Heck, I didn't even know what we were doing today. I settled on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a maroon sweater, and some maroon floral vans. When Louis was done in the bathroom, I ran in there, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, and put mascara on, the eyeliner still perfectly on from yesterday.

I ran out of the bathroom, grabbing the small bag full of accessories from the top of my suitcase as I ran into the living room. Paul looked out of breath, as did Damian. Louis sat there, doubling over in laughter.

"What's going on?" I asked, smiling.

"Oh, I pulled the best prank on them!" Louis shouted through his laughter, pointing at the two men.

"What did you do?"

"He changed our alarm clocks back by two hours. So it's only 7 in the morning. You don't have to leave for another two hours."

"Uh, no it's 9. I changed them back." I said.

"What?" All the guys yelled. Paul and Damian started running towards the door. I couldn't hold it in any longer and busted out laughing, as did Louis. I went and high fives his hand.

"Nice job." He said to me.

Damian walked back in smiling, soon followed by an unhappy Paul. I smiled at both of them, before sitting next to Louis on the couch.

"You guys are mean." Paul said. 

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 A little while later, Louis and I were rushed out into the black Range Rover. I didn't know where we were going, and I don't think Louis knew either, because he kept shifting in his seat, trying to get a better view of the surroundings. I leaned foward in my seat and put my hands on the head rest of the driver seat. 

"Hey Paul. Where are we going?" I asked, as he turned the corner.

"Uh, The boys have to meet with management today. Like record management not me management."

"What?" Louis asked, surprised. 

"Oh yeah, Louis you're meeting with management today." 

"Thanks for the heads up." Louis said, sarcasticly. 

We pulled up in front of a building, a bunch of teen girls standing- and screaming- around the front doors, the awning, and the streets in front of the big tall building. 

"Alright, you guys get out. Louis, make sure she doesn't get hurt, we'll meet you in there in a second." Paul said. 

We nodded, and then opened the door. Louis stepped out, pushing some girls gently back, and then grabbed my hand, helping me out. I mumbled a thank you, before gripping his hand very tightly. We made our way through the millions of girls screaming: "Louis! Louis! Please date me! Please sign this! Please, I love you! You saved my life!". We finally made it in, panting like a dog. We stood in the lobby for a minute, akwardly.

"So, you mean alot to those girls." I say, breaking the silence while we waited.

"Yeah, and they mean alot to me. I mean, we wouldn't be here if it weren't for them. That's why I get pissed off when they tweet or instagram, or post on anysocial media site that Harry and I are a thing. I mean, wouldn't we have told them if we were? Management wouldn't control that, especially if the rumors were true." He continued his rant about the 'Larry Shippers' as he called them, and I listened. I swear, if Paul handn't come back in, that rant would have lasted for hours.  

"Alright, into the elevators guys." Paul said. I ran to the button inbetween the two elevators, and hit it. I stuck my tounge out at them, since I won. They rolled their eyes. The elevator doors opened and there was one guy in there. As he walked out, he slid his glasses down and looked at me as he walked away. I froze and looked at him skeptically. He looked familiar. 

"Is that him?" Louis asked.

"Not sure, he looks familiar though." I responded. 

The guy left the buliding and we got into the elevator. 

Then I realised where I knew him from. The 'Most-Wanted-Drug-Dealers" list.