"Callie, put some dang clothes on!" I shouted after quickly glancing at my friend. Zayn texted me 10 minutes ago saying that they were on their way here. Meaning I had 15 minutes 10 minutes ago. Leaving me with 5 minutes and Callie is half-naked. Well, sports bra and booty shorts, but she should put some clothes on before they arrive. I ran my fingers through my hair roughly. Jeez, I need to breathe, this is just too dang difficult.

"I will when you swear the right way." She teased from the hallway. I glared at her. Slowly, I pointed to the direction of her room.

"Change. Now." I growled.

Oh my god, I'm going crazy. I need to calm down. But how can I? People I should be running from are coming to where we are because I told where we are because I can't say no. Niall could have been lying for all I know and in all reality, they could be total liars and have been the ones to actually kidnap me.

Because who the duck knows who kidnapped me?

Oh, right the boys do! And they still haven't told me!!!

Oh, my, god. Breathe!

"Say it." She chuckled, smirking at me. I glared again. She yawned mockingly, even though I know she's not tired. My fingers twitched as I shook with anger. I seriously need to take a chill pill or something. Callie is just not helping right now.

"You know, it's kind of hot, maybe I'll just take off my pants and then-"

"Alright god damn it! You freaking win god damn you! You happy now?" I shouted, clearly frustrated. Her eyes widened at my sudden outburst. Yeah that's right. I'm angry. Deal with it. She turned around and entered her bedroom silently.

I plopped down on the couch, my face hitting my palms. I just don't know what to do. I should have never told the boys where we were. What if they told Harry? I don't even understand why I don't want him here. Oh, wait yes I do. Because he could convince me to do anything he wanted, though Niall did a decent job of that on his own. And I don't even have feelings for that guy! I groaned, laying facedown on the couch. I should just lay here, even when they show up. Just let them knock away at the door until they break in and find me on this dang couch. I am not moving from this spot. I have no will to move so I will not.

"Jazzy?" Callie asked, her hand on my shoulder.

"What?" I grumbled, my voice muffled by the cushion that was practically in my mouth. It doesn't taste very good either.

"Are you okay?" She asked, probably trying to gauge my reaction. That's kinda hard to do when my face is buried in the pillows.

"Just peachy." I muttered.

"Why don't you sit up?" She whispered. I felt the cushion dip beside my legs. Nope, I am not moving.

"Uh." I groaned, making it clear that I was not in the mood.

"Jas, the boys will be here soon."

"Ugh."

"I got dressed?" She offered. Oh, whatever. I don't even care about that anymore.

"Boo."

"We can have ice cream?" I didn't respond.

Did she just say what I think she said?

"Ice. Cream?" I choked out, lifting my head up so she could hear me properly. Her eyes grew wide again as I looked at her face, studying her features.

"Ice cream?!" I stood up, towering over her.

"Ice? Cream?" She stood up next to me. A smile grew on my lips.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go already!" I exclaimed. Ice cream has always been my weakness. I love it. I crave it always. And it always gets me in a better mood. Gosh, I love this girl. She knows me like the back of her hand.

"I can have room service here in two minutes." She squealed, already dialing the number. She knew what I wanted, so she didn't even bother asking.

"Let's see if they can do it in one minute. I'll time it." I joked, pulling out my phone and clicking the stopwatch. Here we go.

"Hi, this is the penthouse. We'd like two chocolate sundaes, extra whipped cream, extra chocolate, extra...extra everything okay? We need in here in one minute exactly. Can you do that?" There was a pause. "Okay great. Time starts now." Then she hung up. She turned to me.

"Go!" I clicked start and we stood facing the door, our eyes flicking back and forth between it and the time.

1.

2.

This is going to be a long wait. I wonder if it'll get here before a minute. I doubt it.

13.

14.

15.

16.

Maybe the boys will beat it here? That'd be ridiculous though. They're probably still three minutes away, at least.

27.

28.

29.

"May I say you look great?" I said, finally looking at Callie's outfit. She looked amazing. She probably didn't even try. That's just how she is.

41.

42.

"Oh thanks! You too, if I may say." She winked at me, forcing me to laugh a little. My eyes scanned the door.

54.

55.

56.

57.

Knock, knock.

"They did it." I breathed as we scrambled to the door, opening it as the phone reached 60 exactly.

Oh, shit.

I am so not ready for this.

"Zayn. Niall. You're here." I gasped, opening the door widen so they could come in. This is it, I guess.

"I told you we were on our way."

"Right. You did. Umm, take a seat on the couch. Can I get you anything?" I couldn't help but be polite. It was how I was raised. Old habits die hard I guess.

"I'm good." Zayn stated, sitting down on the couch.

"Me too." Niall responded, his eyes on Callie. Wow, I don't think he was lying. He so likes her. I can see it. Can she though?

"Oh well then I guess-"

"Jasmyne?" Zayn asked, making me shut up.

"Huh?"

"Sit down." I obeyed, sitting opposite of the two boys. My gaze drifted to my friend, who was glaring at them.

"Cal?" Her eyes flicked to me. I patted the seat beside me and she sighed before sitting next to me. I wonder what they came here for anyway. At least they didn't tell the rest of the boys, especially Harry.

"Do you want to know who you're running from?" Zayn asked bluntly. Wow, he gets right to the point. It makes sense though. All of it I mean. The fact that they came here. How can I run from someone when I don't know who they are?

"Yes." He breathed deeply as I answered.

"It's-"

Knock, knock.

"Must be room service." I mumbled, standing and going back to the entrance.

"Took them long enough." Callie complained. I glanced back to see her holding her stomach in fake pain. A giggle bubbled in my throat, echoing in the room.

"Shut up, Cal." My hand grasped the knob, swinging the door wide.

"Thank you for the-" My words died in my throat as I finally looked at the person in the doorway.





That is not room service.

Notes

Jasmyne's Outfit

Callie's Outfit

So yes, that was only the start of the drama that occurs in Paris. Poor Jas in the beginning. I felt really bad for her. She was freaking out like crazy. Callie though? Gotta love her! :)

1. Who's at the door?
2. Will Zayn and Niall tell Jas who it is?
3, Will Niall tell Callie? If he does, how will she react?

DUNDUNDUNNNN!!!!!!!!!

We'll see won't we?

Please tell me what you all are thinking by the way!

Love you guys!

Izzy <3