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Chapter Fourteen- Hate you less

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So, for a quick recap.. Niall and Charlotte had a BIG argument. Niall, Harry and Liam threatened to call the police so Zayn and Louis took Charlotte to Louis' secret flat in Doncaster. BUUT they also took all means of communication leaving the others stuck in a house with no car, no phones, no laptops, nothing! Now Niall, Harry and Liam have discovered they are gone, what will they do? Will they find anyone? Hrrrrrrrrrrm!

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Charlotte's POV

"Where am I?" I asked a smiling Zayn

"Well, how about you go insde while i finish getting all this stuff out? And we'll explain things in a bit? Is that ok?" He said with hope filled eyes.

"I suppose so" I nodded, hopping out the car and ignoring the helpful hand Zayn was offering.

I walked slowly into the house taking in the different surroundings. This house looked totally unlived in, however there were personal touches here and there. Orange sofa's filled the middle of the room while pictures of family were pinned up on the walls. It was bright but very tasteful. Definately not as big as the boys house i was last in but it was alot more homely.

I got into the middle of the room and after walking around for a bit, i sat down on one of the orange sofa's. Waiting for someone to tell me what to do, or where to go.

Zayn and Louis passed through every so often with bags, boxes and carriers full of, what i can only suspect, were clothes and various other things.

After a good 20 minutes of me sitting in silence and the boys scurrying around, i decided to join them in the kitchen. Walking in i noticed the style was different to what was in the living room, the kitchen cabinets were bright red with white tops, there were appliences coloured in either, black, white or red. Once again, the room was very bright but very tasteful. The two boys were milling around the kitchen attempting to make something to eat.

"Need any help?" I said softly, they jumped not realising my prescence.

"Woah you scared me!" Louis chuckled, i stood there shuffling my feet.

"Need any help?" I repeated

"Yeah sure, neither of us can cook very well.." Zayn laughed, reffering to the mess in the kitchen.

I gave a small smile, hardly even visible, and took over from where the boys were cooking. I decided to just make chicken pasta since they had destroyed whatever they were cooking. I rummaged through the cupboards until i found the ingredients i needed and started cooking them.

Pasta went on first then i fried the chicken, much quicker than roasting or grilling. I got some fresh tomato's,onions, basil and other herbs, put them in the blender and waited until it made a thick sauce.

Once everything was finished, i rummaged through the cupboards again, found some plates and started transfering the food on to them. Pasta first, then the chicken, then the sauce on last. Once i was sure everything was perfect, i spun round with the plates in my hands and put them on the table in front of a grinning Zayn and Louis.

 "What?" I asked, sitting down with my food in front of me.

"Nothing, you just look so.."Louis started, stopping to find the right world.

"Happy" Zayn finished for him.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"Well, ever since you met us you never seemed completely happy. There always seemed to be something that wasnt quite right, something that kept you from being happy."

"I just enjoy cooking.. i used to always cook with my mother before she left" I sighed

"You know, if there's ever something up you can tell us?" Zayn said, almost as if it was a question.

He stretched his hand out to gently touch mine, i retracted my hand quickly, getting back to eating my food. Louis shot Zayn a look that said "What do we do now?". Zayn shrugged in response and the boys went back to eating their pasta. Nobody spoke as we ate, all you could hear was the steady sound of breathing and sometimes crunching. It honestly was very awkward.

I picked up my plate and put it in the sink, along with my knife and fork. The two boys did the same and we all returned to sitting in silence around the table.

"Urm, where am i?" I said, since i realised they never did tell me.

"Oh yeah, that. Urm well dont freak out, but your in Doncaster." Louis said quickly, i caught exactly what he had said. It didnt freak me out as much as i thought it would.

"Why?"

"Well, its a long story..." Zayn started.

"I have time, im not going anywhere am i?" I interupted.

"Yeah, course. So after you had your argument with Niall, the other three boys agreed to call the police on you in the morning. Which we totally disagreed with and we all had an argument.. so we took you and everything they could use to contact anyone and came here. They're stuck at home now, while we're here and they have no idea where we are." He took a deep breath before continuing. "We will go back there but not yet, they will be so angry."

"I'm so sorry, i may not like you but, please dont have an argument over me.." I was ashamed, looking intently at the table.

"Its not your fault" Louis comforted.

"It is, my parents always used to get into arguments over me.. I'm sorry."

"We'll be fine, you have no need to worry! We always have stupid little arguments so dont panic.." Zayn said softly, looking directly in my eyes.

His stunning eyes displayed every emotion like it was a poster in a shop window. If it was even possible they looked prettier than they did the night they escaped. I wanted to kiss him right there, but i had to stay as emotionless as i could.

"Seriously, Charlotte? Whats wrong?"

"Everything." I sighed, giving in to how nice they were being. "Just being trapped, being on the run, people hating me, not being able to see my dad, guilt is eating me up and i just can't take it!"

I said, icy tears starting to flow steadily down my freckled cheeks. Zayn cautiously made his way over to me, and spun my chair round so that i was facing him. He looked me in the eye and gently wrapped me in a hug. I gladly excepted it, i felt safe in his arms. Like i hadnt a worry in the world, even though i had so much too worry about.

Louis pulled me out of Zayn's arms and into his, his hug was tighter. Less lovey more friendly. He had a comforting smell like carrot and aftershave. I felt safe with Louis, not as much as i did with Zayn, but it still helped alot.

After a while, my tears stopped and we sat on the orange sofa's in the orange living room until i fell peacefully off to sleep. Today the boys showed they actually did care about me and as much as i hate to admit it. I'm starting to hate them less. ALOT less....

Awwww, cute little Chapter right there!

So, Louis and Zayn have got alot closer and Charlotte hates them less!

No POV of the other three boys but that will be coming soon in the next Chapter!

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