Chapter 13: Old Friend

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Sam's POV

Ugh, my head hurts. Did I get drunk again? I opened my eyes to a room full of guys. I frowned and looked around. Oh snap, that rhymed! DJ Puckett in the house, yo! Okay, I won't say that ever again.

Wait, why am I tied to a chair?

And who is that red headed girl sleeping next to me? Wait a minute..

"Cat?!" I shouted. She wouldn't budge. I nudged her with my elbow. "Cat, wake up. Cat? CAT!!" I exclaimed. She shot up in her chair.

"Hi!" she shouted and looked around confused. I almost chuckled at her cuteness, but when you are tied to a chair in a strange room, there is no time for jokes.

"Where are we?" I asked a boy with dirty blonde hair. "You are still at our house, but in one of the bedrooms." I nodded.

Wow, this is deja vu. I remember being in this same position when our boys kidnapped us and- THE BOYS!!

"Where are the boys?!" I screamed to no one in particular. "I don't know where they are. But we need them to know that you girls are here," a boy with black hair and an Austrailian accent answered.

"Why?" I asked growing more annoyed by the second.

"They want to make the boys quit their jobs so they can be more famous," Cat explained with a sad expression.

"Wow, are you guys really that desperate for fame?" I asked glaring at all of them. "You must be if you go this far. It's not the boys' fault that you guys aren't as good as they are." I said and rolled my eyes. They all attempted to shoot daggers at me. Ha, as if I'd ever be scared of these nubs.

"We aren't bad," a guy with brown hair said.

"Clearly, you are if you need another band to quit in order for you to get more fans," I said with a chuckle.

"Sam, please be nice," Cat said.

"Nice?" I said with a look of disgust. She nodded. "Do I have to?" I whined. "Yes, Sam. These boys aren't hurting us, so we don't need to be rude." I groaned.

"Hi! What's your name?" Cat asked the boy with dirty blonde hair. "I'm Ashton," he replied. "Nice to meet you!" Cat said happily. How does she do that? Oh, well. Being nice isn't my thing. I can hardly say the word without grimacing.

I kinda wish we were in handcuffs so I could get out of them easily like I used to do in Juvie.. Don't ask. Ugh, I'm so tired of sitting here doing nothing. Any other day, I'd love to sit around lazily. That's weird....

I'm hungry.

"Got any fried chicken?" I asked Ashton. He chuckled. "Nope, sorry babe."

"Don't call me that," I said sternly. He gave me a smirk. I don't know about that Ashton kid, he's kind of creepy.

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Louis' POV

Alright, now I'm worried. The boys and I have been looking for the girls for 10 minutes and we can't find them.

"Did you find them?" I asked Liam as he sauntered out of the basement. "No," he said shaking his head sadly. "We'll find them, mate," Zayn spoke patting Liam's back.

"Wait, we never checked upstairs," Niall pointed out. I face-palmed. "We never thought of that," Harry mumbled shamefully with a small chuckle. "Jeez, sometimes you British folk are so dumb," Niall teased with a smirk. "Shut up, Niall!" we all shouted in unison. (A/N: I have nothing against British people! Just putting that out there...)

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