Kidnapped by One Direction

Chapter Nine: Layla's "Date"

*Picking up from where Grayce goes to her room* 

*Layla's POV*

 I walk into my room, and see Harry in there. "Wha- When- How- Why- Huh? How did you get there?" I ask.

"Uh.. Walking," he says cheekily.

"No, you flew. But seriously, When?" I smirk.

 "Uh.. Erm.. So basically.. like half an hour ago," Harry says staring at the TV. 

"Oh," I say simply.

"So Umh... Basically...  We are going on a trip," Harry says.

"A trip? Where?" I jump up and down.

"To your high school," Harry says.

"My SCHOOL?! I am going to have to learn?" I ask. This wasn't going to be the trip I thought it would be. Harry walks to the elevator, laughing.

"Maybe" Harry says with a smirk. I get in the elevator, and Harry takes my hand, which causes shivers down my spine. Wow.

We walk out of the hotel, to see many girls and paps. I flinch, because of the bright lights. Harry catches my flinch, and hands me a pair of sunglasses. I accept them, and see that he has a pair.

"You carry two?" I ask.

"Yeah, its always good to have an extra," Harry says. We get to the back of the hotel, and there's a limo there.

"Is that for us?" I ask. Harry stifles a laugh, and shakes his head.

"Niall ordered that for him and Colleen," he answers. I look away from the limo to see a bus. The One Direction tour bus. I walk inside, to see leather couches and a bubble chair.

I screech. "I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED ONE OF THESE!" I scream, running to the chair. I sit in it, pulling the most unattractive, unnatural, and goofy face. Harry pulls out his phone and snaps a picture. The bus starts to move.

"Twitter name?" Harry asks.

"LaylaForevess why?" I ask, apparently not putting two and two together.

My phone dings, and I have a Twitter mention. Also a new follower.

@Harry_Styles is now following you!

@Harry_Styles: @LaylaForevess first time sitting in a bubble chair, I take it she likes it?

There's a picture of me in the bubble chair. I laugh.

@LaylaForevess: @Harry_Styles: I'm so sexy, you can't handle it.

@Harry_Styles: @LaylaForevess maybe I can. ;)

@LaylaForevess: @Harry_Styles look what I found, the TV remote time to watch Full House!

@Harry_Styles: @LaylaForevessYOU GOT IT DUDE!

Harry laughs, and locks his phone. I laugh too, blushing slightly at his laugh. Why does he have to be so cute? I take the TV remote and switch it to Full House. I easily fall asleep.

***********************

(A/N To the tune of One Thing)

"I've tried waking you up

But that didn't work,

I can't see your face-ace

cause you are a-sleep.

You should wake up...

Cause You need to get ready...

You keep falling back to sleep, yeah,

but you should get up.

Someone should get up...

So they can get ready...

Someone should wake up...

So they can get ready," I hear someone singing lightly in my ear. 

"SO GET UP, GET UP, GET OUT OF THAT CHAIR,

ITS TIME TO GET DRESSED,

I DON'T I DON'T DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE ASLEEP

CAUSE YOU NEED TO GET READY!" Harry started screaming. Maybe I could have some fun with this.

I shot up. "WHY DO I NEED TO GET READY YOU MEAN KID!" I scream. Harry does this high pitch scream, jumping behind the couch. "Got you, Styles." I said plopping down on the couch.

"I wasn't scared. I was uhh.." Harry says, trailing off.

"Scared?" I ask, giving him a curious look.

"No, just go up the stairs and go into the first door on your right. Dress formal." Harry says, shooing me off. I follow the easy instructions, its only one direction. (HAHAHAHHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) I see a beautiful pink dress, siver jewelry, sivler heels, a hair pin, and a hair curler. I shrug, and start to get ready for this unknown date.

*2 Hours Later*

I walk down the stairs, only to see Harry with a corsage and into a tux. He hands the corsage to me and asks, "Will you go to your homecoming dance with me?" 

"Yes! So this is what was going on!" I screech, putting it on. Harry takes my hand, as we walk out of the bus. We walk into the school gym, and we go to dance.

*1 hour later*

They were about to announce the Homecoming King and Queen. I somehow got nominated, no clue how. Our principle, Mr. Kleen, comes up to the stage. He taps the mic. 

"Hi, hope you all are having a great time tonight, Let me announce the Prom King and Queen. Starting with the Queen," he says, opening the envelope. 

It seems like forever, but he finally annouces the Queen. "Layla Walkers!" my stomach drops. Me? I slowly, make my way to the stage, Mr. Kleen putting the tiara on my head. I thank him, and he asks me a question. "And who did you bring tonight Miss Walkers?"

I look at Harry. He is giving me his sexy cheeky smile, and I proudly say into the mic, "Harry Styles. The one and only,"

All the girls scream, and Mr. Kleen nods. He grabs the King envolpe and gets back to the mic. "And the King is... Harry Styles!" He yells. Harry comes up, kissing me on the cheek.

"How?" I ask.  

"Paul told Mr. Kleen to put me in the running. I'm irresisitible!" he screechs.

This had to be the best night of my life. I had a slow dance with Harry Styles, making all the girls jealous. I loved it. Then we fell asleep on the couch together, in his warm arms. Such a great night.

(A/N)

AWHHHHH!!!!!! Anyway, I TOTALY SUCK AT DEADLINES. Most of this chapter deleted on me, so I had to restart it. Poop. But its FINALLY DONE!!!!!!!!!!! OH AND BTW, IM OBSESSED WITH LITTLE THINGS AND ROCK ME AND THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT US. OKAY? LOVE YOU ALL SOOO MUCH  AND THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!

x, Grace