Chapter 8

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Harry left right behind Zayn and I found myself at a loss for words, which, trust me, doesn't happen very often. What just happened? I just left a restaurant with my brother I never knew I had, and who just happens to be famous, and one of his "band members" just came into my room hoping to introduce himself? Oh and now I'm back in this mansion they call home and a killer headache.

I sighed and rubbed my face. I need to regroup. Just then my eyes found that bathtub yet again. Right now, this looked like my best bet. So I ran some bathwater. I wondered for a moment if they might have any bubblebath and checked in the closet and under the sink with no luck. How can they have a huge jet tub and no bubblebath to go with it? I guess I could go without. Just this once. 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I jumped. What is it with these people? "Coming" I yelled. Opening the door swiftly, I came face to face with Anne. Thank god. I didn't want it to be another one of those boys. Boys. Chris! I totally forgot about him in all of my madness. I made a mental note in my head to call or text him later. "Sorry, I just came up to give you this, I heard the water running" She said and I looked down to see the slim bottle in her hand and smiled. Bubblebath. "That's just what I needed, thank you" I smiled at her. "Well, here you go, and when you're done, the boys are downsrairs watching a movie, you're welcome to join them" She said and left. My hand stiffens around the bottle and I momentarily have flashbacks of my parents. Not being sure how this triggered the memories, I shook my head and walked to the tub, opened the bottle, and began pouring the solution into the running water. 

After getting out and drying off, I decided I was most likely expected to go downstairs and watch a movie with those guys. Well, those guys seemed alright, except for the dark haired one. Not going to lie, he did kind of rub me the wrong way. I'm not going to let him talk to me that way again. And I caught myself wondering if Harry had said anything to him after they left my room. I shook the thoughts away and travelled to my new king sized closet for some pajamas. I picked out the simple matching yellow shirt and pants, also slipping on my brown slippers and making my way downstairs.

I walked toward what looked like the den. Empty. My eyebrows furrowed. "Hey" I jumped again. "Jesus christ!" I yelled and turned around, holding my chest for what seemed like the millionth time today. This time it was the blonde one. He was laughing at me. "Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that we were in the theater room" He smiled, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It seemed I just couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. "Come on" 

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