Hopeful In London (1D Fanfiction Sequel to Trapped In London)

18. It's Only Me?

~~~~~~~~~~~18. It's Only Me?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Maggie's POV

Okay. So uhm. Perhaps that this wasn't such a shocking announcement. Taylor pointed this out within the first few seconds.

"Took you long enough," She muttered, leaning back against Niall. 

Me and Freya seemed to be the only ones who were utterly shocked about this. Is this bad?

"But. What.. How… I… What," I stuttered, tilting my head, everyone acted like this was fine. But Meghan is twenty. What. How. 

I don't even.

what.

What.

WHAT.

Freya shrugged from beside me, and I exchanged an uneasy stare, but everyone else was like 'Mmm K'

This confused me. 

Zayn pulled me to his chest, and smiled a little. 

"I don't understand,"

"And that's why you are deemed the youngest," Taylor answered, swinging her arm back and forth, Nialls hand intertwined in.

"That has nothing to do with it," I snapped back, sticking my tongue out.

"Let's just party!" Meghan ended the conversation, kissing Louis and standing up.

"It's more or less a get together," Freya reminded her with a smile. We all laughed, and Louis pulled her back down to the seat. 

"Weeellllll Truth or dare!" Harry exclaimed, Freya sitting beside him with his arm around her.

"I'm in," Zayn agreed, pulling me closer as well.

"Let's play would you rather instead," Meghan decided, and everyone stared at her a moment before shrugging.

"Kay," I replied, pulling my feet on the couch and crossing them.

"I'll start!" Taylor volunteered. "Meghan, would you rather have to stay in a cage with hungry lions or--"

"LIONS,"

"You didn't even hear the oth-"

"LIONS,"

Everyone gave her a blank expression, and Taylor rolled her eyes, sliding down Nialls chest where her head rested in his lap. 

"Harry!" Meghan started, watching him with curious grey eyes. "Would you rather, have to be kicked out of the band, orrrrrr… Have never been in the band in the first place?" She questioned, and he sat there for a moment thinking.

"Kicked out is a little harsh…." He murmured.

"So…?"

"Kicked out. I'd at least have had the chance to experience it," He decided. "BooBear!"

"Hazza!" Came the reply.

"Kay Lou, would you rather… Marrrrrryyyy Meghan, or Me?"

"Haaaarrrryyyyyyyy don't do this to meeeeee,"

"Me or Meghan?"

"Meghan of course,"

"I'm genuinely hurt," Harry sighed, clutching his chest. Freya smirked, stifling a laugh. I hadn't asked her if she was ever a fan, but it seemed she had been as she seemed to make sense of the 'Larry Stylinson' shipping thing.

I'll keep my main opinion to myself, but altogether, I don't like them.

Zayn is not Ziam, or Ziall, or Zarry or whatever.