I strip off my wet blazer and throw it into the sink. Slamming the door shut with one hand, I start to rip off the rest of my clothing, standing in only my bra and underwear. I check that the door is shut completely, and then I attempt to put my mattress up against it, hoping to slow anyone that’s trying to enter. As I bend over to try to pull it closer to the door, the door opens. Harry starts to enter, but he trips on the recently moved mattress. The surprise of the door opening jarred my already jittery nerves, so I jumped into the air, and as I landed I also tripped on the mattress. I land on top of a hard, muscled, bare chest, my face extremely close to another’s.
“Keira,” Harry’s voice fades out, into barely a whisper. He reaches up and moves a strand of my bright blonde hair out of my face. I don’t respond, but instead I watch as his face comes closer and one of his arms winds it’s way around my waist.
His lips touch mine and I gently put my arms over his shoulders as I kiss him back. In my peripheral vision, I see that someone is standing in the doorway, watching us, but I bring my mind back to the kiss with Harry. Footsteps slowly leave, and I try to pull away from Harry, wanting to know who was watching us. His arms pull me tighter yet, but I reluctantly stop kissing him.
Harry sits up abruptly, pulling away from our kiss faster than I can say anything. He lets out a small chuckle and winks at me before grabbing my hand. He gets off the mattress, thankfully maintaining eye contact. I become quickly self-conscious while he uses one hand to pull me up, the other to shut the door.
“I like your outfit, Keira.” Harry shamelessly checks me out while I blush profusely. I turn around and release his hand, as I begin towards the bathroom.
“My clothes are in here. Do you want to leave?” My sentence falters and Harry interrupts me, cutting me off before I can finish.
“Want to? No. Do I have to?” Harry says cheekily and I sigh, annoyed at his flirting. “I can take a hint. But we can continue,” He gestures towards the mattress where we kissed, “that later.” He adds one last wink before leaving and slamming the door behind himself. I hear shouting a few seconds later, but it is incomprehensible through the closed door.
“Mate we’re not ‘sposed to get involved with Keira in anyway! What was that about? You can’t help but flirt with every pretty girl in sight, can you? Don’t do that again! You heard her dad. I don’t care if she’s beautiful, b-but still! Okay?” An Irish accent cries out, his voice echoing through even the closed door. I blush when Niall refers to me as beautiful, but I quickly realise that Niall must’ve been the one to walk in on us kissing. I stride angrily over to my suitcases. Why Niall? Couldn’t it have been anyone but Niall? My subconscious is quick to jump to conclusions about this, but I don’t spare a second thought to it, shaking away those thoughts.
I bend down over my suitcases, glancing over my shoulder to listen for footsteps. Once I’ve concluded that no more boys will interrupt me now, I start to pick through the clothing in my suitcase. I find a ratty pair of gray sweatpants and another maroon Oxford t-shirt. I pull out a blue sports bra from an additional suitcase and pull it over my head. I shimmy the bra off from under it, and throw the sweatpants on. I start to walk to the door and drag my shirt over my head at the same time, but my timing is off. As I lunge for the doorknob, black spots and brown fabric cloud my vision. I unsteadily take a step back, and my free hand finds the doorknob. I use it to balance myself while I finish putting my t-shirt on. It hangs loosely off my boney shoulders, and my stomach growls in hunger. Once I am changed, I look at my phone in shock. Luckily it didn’t get wet when I was doused with water, but I am surprised to see that it is quarter past six already. I remember landing on the floor and blacking out after this morning, but that’s all.
I walk out of my room and I close the door behind me softly. After what happened just a few minutes ago, I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I’ve already had trouble comprehending the explanations this morning, but now I have to add a kiss to my pile of worries.
My mind wanders to my photography. I didn’t see my camera in any suitcase, I remember now, so my parents must have taken that away. A tear slips down my cheek as I think about my shattered dream. I have no idea what I’ll do for fun now, or for work either. My mother did, however, mention something about hiring anyone to teach me anything I want to. My feet plod down the stairs as I start to browse over the possible directions I could lead my life in from now on. No ideas pop out to me though, and I soon find myself at the bottom of the stairs, facing five unusually silent boys. Niall is the only one who is not watching me cautiously, and shivers shoot up my body.
“So?” I glance around at them, jolting them out of their thoughts. “What’s it going to be for dinner? Like, what do you normally do?” I hesitantly reach towards the fridge when none of them answer, attempting to wake them all up from this trance.
“Oh!” Liam is the first one to come around, understanding what I ask. His voice shakes the others out of their daze, and Harry rolls his eyes, holding in a small chuckle. Niall stares at me, but as soon as I meet his eyes, they drop back to his hands.
“I usually make it. I’m the only one of us that really knows how to cook, so, there you have it! They’re all screwed when they move into their own apartments, none of them want to learn either.”
“No, Haz just doesn’t want to teach us, he’s a prick.” Louis speaks up and pokes Harry in the belly.
“Well, I’ll let Harry-or did you call him Haz?-take the night off, and I’ll cook. The 5 of you can enjoy your dinner together, without me interrupting. Harry needs a night off!” I smile at the boys, proud that I’ve held it together for this long today.
“Yeah, you want him to take the night off. That’s all that’s happening. Right.” Niall mutters bitterly under his breath, still watching his hands. Despite being able to have held it together, this breaks me.
“Leave me alone, Niall! What’s your problem? I don’t know why you guys are acting weird, but I’m sick of it. I’ve had a crap day-“ My rant is interrupted.
“Yeah, a crap day up until about ten minutes ago. Bet that made your day.” Niall gripes sourly, not making an attempt to lower his voice.
“Oh, shut it! You don’t know me. In fact, none of you do. So stop pretending that I’m perfect, or that you know what the fuck is going on in my life. Cause none of you know shit about me. Care for a bit of education? This morning, I found out that I could no longer follow my dream. It’s over! All over! What I worked on for two years-gone. How would you like it if your parents told you that you could no longer sing? Ever? Because of one stupid man. I know you paid my ransom. I know that you guys practically saved my life, but right now, I don’t deserve to be treated like this! So before you hate me, and assume things about me, get to know me first, okay? It’s been 24 hours, and I’ve barely held a conversation with any of you five. I’m going to make myself a BLT, and then I’ll make you guys a platter, because you saved my life. And right now, I feel so in debt, so I can’t complain, really. Don’t judge me before you know me, clear?” I feel my voice rising throughout my “speech” and I awkwardly glance around before turning back towards the fridge cautiously.
I hear a short giggle come from behind me, but I repress the urge to turn around. “Th-That rhymed!” Louis cries out, the first one to say anything. “Don’t judge me before-“
“Louis, just shut it, okay, for once, mate? I mean honestly? Keira just practically spilt her guts and you comment on how something rhymed?” Zayn, whom I haven’t heard talk much, sticks up for me.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye.” Niall huffs under his breath as he pushes his stool back roughly. He storms away, not noticing that the stool has crashed to the ground, clanging loudly on the tile.
“Well, someone’s in a mood.” Harry pipes up, ready to jump in on the conversation. I pull out the bacon and start the stovetop, starting to make the BLT’s.
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A/N: sorry if this took a while...only one person voted so I figured noone wanted the update! Oh well, sucks for me, I'm going to keep writing this, no matter what everyone else says! I'm not going to be able to upload until the 19th of august, so don't hate me. I have a life, I'm going to camp!
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Save Me
ФанфикWhen 19 year old Keira gets kidnapped by an old man named Bill Covack, her ransom is $3 million. Her parents do not have that kind of money, so they open a charity, the Save Keira fund. They manage to earn half of her ransom through generous donatio...
