You and Me

Chapter 2- Meet the guys! :)

"Jack I said it dosen't matter." Jack has locked me in his house. He had obviously decided to go to his house. Smart one he is. "It matters to me! Tell me and i'll let you go home.." "NO JACK I'M GOING HOME NOW!" I screamed. How dare he lock me in here. I have rights. This is kidnapping. There's no way i'm letting him win. I got up and started walking to the door. "Leila stop-" His hand touched my shoulder. That's it. I smacked his hand off, grabbed a spoon and pointed it at him. "Give. me. the. keys. now." I told him. "The first thing you thought of as a weapon, was a spoon?" He said sarcastically. Jack must be feeling lucky today. 

"Just give me the keys!" I spoke quietly. "Whats wrong Leila?" "Nothing! I'm completely fine! The only thing wrong with me is being here!? I just want to go home.." I sank to the floor. I've had enough. He has to let me go some time... right? 

"Sorry Leila. Your staying here tonight." He said standing over me. Everything was okay yesterday! How can things change so quickly? It's not fair! I sound like a little kid. Uggh. Well i guess i can sleep here the night, then i can go home in the morning...

I awoke to the sound of rain, hitting the pavement outside. The room looked blurry. Ehe. Pweddyy blurry room. As i came round to my surroundings, I studied the room. It was painted green with black floral patterns decorating it. There was a black wardrobe, chest of draws, night stand and a small flat screen TV on the chest of draws. I haven't been in this room before. I like it though. I'd love to have this room in my house... it has my two favourite colours. 

I pushed myself off the mattress. "Mhm..." I groaned at the pain in my head. Well, at least Jack was kind enough to take me to bed. He's still an idiot. "Hello, love!" I British accent filled the room. Okay... I turned to find a curly haired guy facing me. "Ohh... hiya!" I said turning back round to look at the room. Where was i? Wait... What!? I screamed, and jumped up to the other side of the room. Haa... i'm so stupid. "WHO THE FUQ ARE YOU?!" A Chuckle escaped his lips. "A little late there, love." This kid was getting on my nerves already. "Oh, i'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting to wake up and find a random kid sat in here..." I said sweetly. "Now... get out before i call the police." "Hey! Your in our house, sweet heart. Don't give me the attitude." What the f- Where am i? "What...?" Was all i managed. He laughed. "Don't you laugh at me! How the hell..? aha.. what?" I shouted. "Calm down, love, i'll explain-" "-Don't you tell me to calm down!" I cut him off. He tried to speak again but i beat him to it. "You fuqing freak! Where the hell am i? Who are you? Where's Jack?" I screamed at him. "You're in our house, I'm Harry Style's, and Jack's in the living room with the others! Now stop interrupting me!" Harry Style's... where have i heard that? mhm... "I want to see Jack. Now." I said shortly. He got up and walked out the door. "JACK!" I heard him shout outside the door. This is weird. "Hey Leila." He said sweetly. "Care to explain?" I said flatly. His face expression went from sweet, to terrified. I love how i can do that to him. "I-we-they..." He stuttered. "I thought it would be best for you to s-stay here for a w-while with the guys." He spoke with terror in his tone. "Oh... well i refuse." I said waving off his idea. "Sorry love, but that wasn't a question. You are staying with us." Curly butted in. "Oh yeah? Since when have you had the right to tell me what i can and can't do? Don't annoy me Curly. You'll regret it." I said shoving my way past him and Jack. Now... wheres the front door? I ran down the stairs, turned into a hall, and saw a door at the end. that must be it. i moved towards the door, opened it and found 4 guys there. I screamed and slammed the door in their face. It was like they were waiting for me... I turned round and faced Jack and Curly who stood in my way. I tried to shove past them, but failed as strong arms wrapped themselves round my waist. Once again, i screamed. My throat was starting to hurt from all this screaming. I hate people touching me. Unless i trust them, which i don't. "DON'T TOUCH ME! let go..." I shouted. Ooohhh... idea! I kicked him right in his manhood, and ran off down the hall leaving him on the floor, groaning in pain. I am so amazing. I found a door. Yay the way out... Nope. The kitchen.