I Ran Away With Him

The End? Or Not..

Chapter 20

The End? Or Not..

1 year later.

"ADAM!!!!"

"KAY!!!!"

"GIVE IT BACK!!!!"

"NO!!! YOUR STUPID!!!!"

"MOM!"

"MOOOOMMM!!!"

"WHAT!" screams my mom.

"ADAM STOLE MY MONEY!!"

"Adam, give it back," demands my mom.

"NO, I NEED IT FOR WORLD OF WARCRAFT!!!"

I hear thundering footsteps coming from the stairs.

"Everyone calm down. Adam give her back the money, you just can't take money, you have to work for it," my mom explains. I stand there with a triumphant look on my face. Then my mother glares at me.

"Now you missy, you need to be more mature, your 19 now, you go to college-"

"Commuity college," I correct her. She just glares at me and walks away. My brother regretfully hands me my money. I stomp into my room, collapse onto my bed. Where did I go wrong? Oh yeah, I remember, the day I ran away. I can remember them like it was yesterday, well actually it's been a year. Those sweet 3 weeks with awesome people that I miss. I don't know why I never called them, I felt like they didn't want to talk to me. Ugh, all well, they probably don't even remember me. Breaking the thought of old memories was a loud sound coming from my phone. Oh, time for work. I now worked at a little boutique somewhere in the middle of L.A. Someday I do want to open my own boutique, that is why I am taking buisness as a major and liberal arts as a minor. Working there wasn't bad, I did get discounts on all of the cute clothes, and that is always a good thing.

I stand behind a cash register, the store was empty, it usually wasn't this empty. It was 5:10 so everyone should be getting out of work, well everyone except me. I don't know, I just had 1 hour and 50 minutes to go. Breaking the silence was high pitched screams coming from the south side of the street. What was going on, a murder? I turn the lights off and get behind the counter. If there really was a murder then I would want the murderer to think that the store wasn't open, so he wouldn't come in. Then I realized, I forgot to lock the door. I slowly start to get up, but then I hear the door open. I quickly get down and cover my mouth with my hands. The person who came in turned the light on. The screams were gettig louder and louder until they were right outside the door. I hear the door lock. I probably left my key over there. I check my pockets, the keys weren't in my pocket. I left them over there and now who knows who has them and locked themself and me in the shop. I was probably going to die. Maybe I should look and see who it is, or should I make a run for it to the storage room.

"Dude, are you sure it's ok to hide im here?" whispers someone.

"I don't know, once the shop owner see who we are , he or she will understand," whispers another. These voices sounded familiar, like they were coming from british men. No it couldn't be, could it? I needed to see who it was. I crawl to the side if the counter. I quickly peek my head out and pull it back behind the counter. I started to tremble. In this store is 5 british men and 1 bodyguard.

"Oh my gosh, it's One Direction," I whisper a little too loudly. I quickly clamp my hands over my mouth and close my eyes. The voices stopped, they obviously heard me. I hear a pair of footsteps coming my way. I huddle in the corner, trying to hide the best that I can. The footsteps keep coming until they are right next to me. He obviously saw me. I wonder who was brave enough to come behind the counter. Should I show myself? Or keep myself behind the counter. Just then someone touched my shoulder. I knew who it was, it had to be, even after a year I still remeber his touch. The person who was right next to me was Harry Styles. Oh my gosh this just became even more awkward.

"Umm excuse me, we aren't going to hurt you," says Harry gently. I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone, but my heart wouldn't let me. Harry starts to reach his hand for my hidden face but I didn't want him too. I quickly slap his hand away from my face.

"Leave me alone!"I squeak in fake Australian accent. That was the only accent I could actually do.

"We just need to stay here until the crowd dies down. I'm Harry Styles, over ther is Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, and Paul," he tells me. I roll my eyes at his way of reassuring young girls.

"I know who you are, moron!" I retort forgetting my Australian accent. I cringe, now he knows I'm lying. Harry stops talking and stays next to me. He grasps my shoulder uses brute force to turn my body. I looked at him, my eyes wide. He obviously remembered me because he just stared at me with his mouth hanging open. I hear other footsteps coming behind the counter. It was the rest of the boys. They remebered me as well.

After moments of staring and mouth hanging, Harry stutters," K-Kay...."

"Uhh hi," I reply back scratching the back of my head. All the boys blink at the same time, which was really werid.

"So how has life been?" asks Louis.

"Umm.... good...?" I reply. Before anybody could speak someone opened the door.

"Sorry, I'm la-" the girl who walked in stares at the boys.

"Umm, why is One Direction standing behind a counter?" I peek my head over the counter. I give her a fake smile. It was my best friend, Rose. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking. The name Rose is cursed with having a tragic lovelife, if you have seen some movies you know what I mean. For example, Titanic, the girl is names Rose, or in Doctor Who, the Doctor's companion is named Rose and well some may know what happens to her. Oh yeah, you are also wondering why I have a friend, well when I got back from tour, I met Rose in this boutique. She helped me get this job. Rose is awesome, she is a ginger who has a fiesty personality. Her ice blue eyes can easily get people to do what she wants. Unfortuanatly, she does have anger issues, but I'm very good at calming her down.

"I thought you were lying when you said you met One Direction, but I guess you weren't," says Rose.

"Who is this?" ask Liam.

"Umm, guys this is my best friend, Rose," I explain.

"You have friends?" asks Niall. I glare at him.

Rose looks at the boys and squints.

"If you aren't going to buy anything, then leave," she demands. The boys look a little scared. Then Paul jumps in an says,

"Umm, we can't leave, there is a mob of girls somewhere around the shop."

Rose then glares at Paul. "I don't see any girls, now leave!" she screams. Rose looks around he surroundings and grabs a nearby ceramic pot. I knew this wasn't going to end well. She holds it in a throwing position.

"I like her!" announces Louis.

"I WILL THROW THIS!!" screams Rose. The boys duck. I run up behind her and start tugging the pot from her.

"Rose, let go of the pot," I say calmly.

"But they won't leave," she whines.

"These are nice people," I explain. She lets go of the pot and I breath a breath of relief. I place the pot back where it is supposed to go.

"I'm not going to throw stuff at you, but you still need to leave," she says.

"What if we invite you to an exclusive party, then can we stay?" asks Harry desperatly.

"Yes!" Says Rose quickly.

"Ok, it's tonight."

"We will be there!"

What has she done. Last thing I want to do is go to a party with One Direction, but if it will prevent Rose from killing the biggest band in the world and Paul, then I will allow it.