Same Mistakes (sequel to Kidnapped By One Direction)

Chapter 7

Ally's POV

I tread silently down the last few steps peaking my head around the corner I'm relieved when I don't see anyone in the house. I head in the direction of the kitchen still walking as silently as I can watching and listening for anyone to pop out and kill me. When I make it into the kitchen there's a coffee sitting on my table with a paper under the cup.

Carefully I walk over to the Starbucks cup of coffee looking behind my shoulder quickly because I'm paranoid that someone may still be in the house with me. I slip the paper out from under the cup and put my back against the wall so I'm facing the entrance and no one can sneak up on me. Examining the paper I quickly realize it's a note.

Good morning Ally :) I thought you may need a coffee to get you through the morning. (Hopefully, it's still warm when you wake up.) It's just one sugar and one milk because I've forgotten what you put in coffee. Good luck with house searching and packing today, I can come around after my studio session if you'd like any help. ~Niall

I set the note down and sigh, I'm curious as to how he managed to find a way to get into my house when I'm positive I locked the door last night. Though I know it may be better for me not to know. The coffee looks very tempting, I usually have at least two sugars but there must be sugar somewhere in this kitchen.

I pick the cup up and pull the lid off bringing it to my nose to see if it smells any different from a normal coffee but it doesn't seem to so I'm willing to take the risk of drinking it. I remember the flavour of the drug in the Sprite so if it actually isn't just coffee I should be able to tell. I busy myself with looking around for sugar, it takes me a while but I eventually find small sugar packets in the bottom of a cupboard. I mix them into the coffee and take a small sip to start off with and quickly decide it tastes fine.

It's time to move on to house or apartment searching. I've never had to find a place to live in just a week and the other three places I've lived in before are places I've had either Joe or Kat to help me find and decide. I don't know how I'm going to do this by myself in the week I have. I get my laptop from the living room knowing that I'll have to find some places that would fit my budget and even make sense for me first.

But after over an hour of searching, I'm left with nothing, the majority of the places are too highly priced or are an affordable price but in basements that are only one room. When the time reaches noon I decide I've looked around enough for now and that I need to go for a walk to clear my head and find somewhere to have lunch.

It doesn't take me long to gather everything I need and within a few minutes I'm dressed and ready to go. One good thing about Los Angeles is that if I don't feel like doing my makeup I can just throw a pair of sunglasses on. When I'm sure I'm ready to leave the house I lock the door behind me. My feet hit the sidewalk with a rhythm to my steps, I'm not really sure where I'm going but I think I'll just follow signs until I get to an area that actually has stores and restaurants. If I manage to get lost I'll just GPS my way home or get an Uber.

Getting out to walk always clears my head and I manage to keep any negative thoughts out of my mind. I just focus on signs that seem interesting and change the direction I'm walking whenever a sign seems like it's going to take me somewhere I want to go. I'm not sure how long it takes but I eventually reach a road that is filled with shops of all different sorts.

I enter the first restaurant that I'm assuming must be good with all of the cars parked in front. I pull the door open and I walk up to the counter looking at their brightly illuminated menu. I order a milkshake and veggie wrap and take a seat at an empty booth. As I wait for my meal to be ready I bring my phone out and mindlessly scroll through social media. I get a notification and when I click it for the first time in a very long time I don't feel dread getting a message from Niall.