“I’m sorry, Keira, really really sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did and it wasn’t cool, I’m really really sorry Keira will you forgive me because I really don’t want you to be mad at me ‘specially ‘cause I’ve only just met you and I want to be friends I guess is what I’m trying to say so Keira will you pretty pretty please forgive me?” Throughout his semblance of a speech, I watch him in awe.
An apology? For what? I am in shock that he is apologizing, realizing that I am probably the one who has wronged everyone here. I promised myself, the first day I arrived, that I wouldn’t get involved with these boys in any way. Now, here I am, 2 days in and, there you have it, I’m already tangled up in some drama.
“I, um, Niall, um, thanks, I guess, but, uh, you don’t need to, like, apologize! I mean, we don’t even know each other that well! I don’t know any of you, actually, other than what I found out from Claire…” My voice, unsure, drifts off into a filling silence that balloons up and engulfs everyone in it.
“So, in an effort to get to know Keira better, boys, I vote we play some cheesy ‘get-to-know-each-other slash trust-y’ type game?” Harry, ever my angel and saviour, jumps in with this great suggestion. Each of the four boys, in turn, nod and look around, clearly in agreement.
“M-kay…Liam, why don’t you start us off, mate? We can just go around saying things Keira doesn’t know about us, and eventually it will get more personal as the wine comes out, am I right?” Louis looks around for a bottle and jumps up when he spies one on the side table.
“Okay, well my name’s Liam, love, and I’m from Wolverhampton, a few hours north of London. I think its around 2 hours away from Oxford, too, so you probably haven’t gone to it before.” Liam introduces himself to me as politely as he always is, and I throw him a small smile to show my appreciation. Louis reaches over and casually grabs the wine before his turn, and takes a few chugs straight out of the bottle.
“I’m Louis Tomlinson. From Doncaster, the Best-est City in the UK. I’m not single, but what El doesn’t know won’t hurt-“
“Louis! Remember what we said? Don’t talk or act while drunk, please Lou.” Harry interrupts, saving me from ‘Lou’s’ wrath of flirty comments. “You didn’t even have that much to drink, only a cup or two, and you’re acting like an old drunken bastard!”
“Erm, moving on, I’m Zayn, love, and we’ve already met. I’m from Bradford, UK, and most of the fans think I’m the sexy, mysterious one. But, I’ll give you a hint on how to survive here,” Zayn pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking over what he will say next before continuing, “don’t listen to the gossip magazines or anything else unless you hear it from a direct interview, a tweet or an announcement on the site. The rest of it’s total BS, just so you know.”
“Wow, um, thanks, Zayn, I appreciate it. I know my roommate, Claire, also listened, read and believed things like that and 8 times of 10 she’d be heartbroken when she found out they weren’t true. She’s a huge fan, by the way!” I whip out my iPhone and open my photo app. Somehow, it’s been synced with my old phone and I have all the photos of Claire and I before I disappeared.
I scroll through a few photos, showing One Direction pictures of Claire and I. To whom, I’m not sure, but Harry softly wolf-whistled quite a few times in the 20-some photos I showed him. After each low whistle, I rolled my eyes, and by the time he whistled at the fifth in a row, it got on my nerves. The photo was just one of our typical selfies, taken when she or I thought we looked exceptionally good. Most of the photos, though, were taken when she looked good. On the few days I was confident that I looked pretty, or even gorgeous, I was too scared to scar my supposed good luck with taking a photo of it.
In my not-too-affectionate opinion, in a few words, I am not photogenic.
“I’m Niall, dear, and I’m from the great country of Ireland. I live in Westmeath, but you probably haven’t heard of it. Also, if we’re going off this whole honesty thing, then I’m going to admit that that morning, you were, well, amazing. The whole working-out thing even though your life was falling apart is pretty damn inspiring.”
“Yeah, I really like you, too, Keira,” Harry is quick to jump in, “and you’re a great kisser. Just saying…” His voice slowly quiets as the boys give him disapproving glances. Luckily, before the tension suffocates all 6 of us in the room, the doorbell rings.
“Right, well that will be the Nando’s. I’ll go grab it, and some sodas while I’m down there.” Niall speedily jumps up and is halfway down the stairs when he finishes his sentence, obviously trying to make a quick escape out of the uncomfortable situation.
“Wow, Harry, really? Did you have to say that? I mean, Niall was already angry and Keira already said she didn’t want drama, but that was the epitome (A/N-@kakorslund-EPITOME;)) of stupid things to say.” Louis drunkenly whispers into Harry’s ear, but in his drunken state it comes out as more of a low yell to the entire room.
Niall’s voice stops anyone from their attempts at undoing the tension and drama in the room. “Hey, guys? There’s a visitor! Could you 4 lads,” with the stress on the words ‘4’ and ‘lads’, “come down here? It’s not the Nando’s, unfortunately.”
“Keira, you call security off my mobile over there. It should be speed dial number 2. Tell them that there’s an unexpected visitor and that they need to clear someone. They’ll understand, okay?” Zayn whispers in my ear, while still prodding me towards the phone on the edge of the table. The other 3 guys, followed by Zayn, start reluctantly dropping down each step towards the main level.
I pick up the phone and slide across the screen to unlock it. I press, slowly but surely, into the 2-button and then I bring the phone up to my ear. Almost instantly, a commanding voice answers.
“Front door security. How may I help, Zayn?”
“Um, hi, it’s Keira…There’s an unexpected visitor and Zayn wanted me to tell you that you need to clear someone.”
The voice, through the phone, seems to give a curt nod before responding, “Code 388. Please go to number 211 and clear for unexpected visitors.” He then hangs up on me, leaving me sitting on the floor trying to listen in for any signs of who it is.
A/N: finnallly! an upload:) one every weekend, and I'm going to try really hard to stick with my deadline:)
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Save Me
FanficWhen 19 year old Keira gets kidnapped by an old man named Bill Covack, her ransom is $3 million. Her parents do not have that kind of money, so they open a charity, the Save Keira fund. They manage to earn half of her ransom through generous donatio...
