I crept slowly up the stairs, pointing my pistols in front of my face, waiting for him to jump out of no where. Liam wasn't anywhere in the hallway, the bathroom, or the hallway closet. I'm just gonna guess that he is hiding in his room, because why would he hide in some one else's? I tip toe over to Liam's door, slide my back against the wall like a CSI agent. ;) OOOOH YEAH. I'M GONNA GO COP ON HIS ASS. I reached my right hand over to the door handle, and pull it down with my pinkie. The door creaked as it opened half way, I sneak inside seeing a pillow fort in the middle of the room. WHY DO THEY HAVE SO MANY FREAKING PILLOWS?? I run over to the pillows and belly flop, hoping that I landed on Liam. *PLOP.* I only landed on pillows.
"WHAA??" No Liam was there. BOO.
"HAHAHA YOU JUST BELLY FLOPPED ON NOTHING!" I hear a laughing voice behind me.
"Liam." I sneer and turn my head in his direction. He points his rifle looking paint ball gun toward me and pulls the trigger, hitting my belly. ITS ON BITCH.
"YOU DIDN'T." I yelled. He nodded as he kept laughing at me. We started walking in a circle, like what they do in wrestling matches... But we have paint ball guns. Just one hit, and I get to keep their stuff... Liam rolls backwards out the door and sprints down the stairs.
"GET BACK HERE YOU TOY STORY LUNATIC! I WILL BUY A MILLION PLASTIC SPOONS AND THROW THEM AT YOU, WHILE MAKING YOU LISTEN TO CLASSIC MUSIC FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!" I scream running after him.
"NOT CLASSIC MUSIC!" Liam screams afraid as he hides behind Niall in the living room.
"I HAVE TWO PAINT BALL PISTOLS AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE THEM!" I warn pointing my pistols toward Niall's chest. Niall moves out of the way with his hands up, saying to Liam,
"Sorry Liam, she scares me." He sit next to Zayn while Liam sticks his tongue out at Niall. Lets get this over with, I WANT MY NAP WOMAN. I shoot Liam two times in the chest, he holds his heart and falls on the floor backwords, pretending he is dead.
"YAY I CAN KEEP JIM!" I cheer plopping on the couch next to Niall.
"I feel so loved, I died yet you keep watching Sponge Bob." Liam whines still on the floor. We just smile at him and turn our heads back to the yellow freak.
"Um, Angel... Do you actually have a guy named Jim in your closet?" Niall asked a little worried.
"Nah, I just named my now mini fridge, Jim." Niall nodded and watched t.v.
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I took a nap in my bed, an hour after watching Sponge Bob. Something I've noticed is that the boys aren't really all that busy. I mean, they are international pop stars, yet, they spend most of their time here. There probably on one of those long break things or whatever, so no need to get hooked up on it. I really need my own clothes though. Wearing boys clothes for like, errrm how long have I been here? Doesn't matter, no matter how comfy boxers are, I need my own clothes. I will ask the boys if we can go to my old home and pack up a few of my things. Speaking of my old home, Liam is still setting up my moms funeral. Sometimes Liam would ask what her favorite things are and stuff, but its hard to think about her. Seeing as how every time I do, I burst out crying. I'm not a whimp, I lost some one I loved. Its hard. And I don't like crying, or being serious... Its weird. I like being goofy and happy, or sassy. Just how I is.
I lifted my legs over the bed and walked out of the room. I walked down stairs toward the kitchen, seeing all the boys eating grilled cheese. YUM :3 Zayn slides a plate with two sandwiches on them towards me and smiles. I smile back and sit next to Louis, happily eating my lunch. Its only like, 4:00.
"So Angel, I've been wondering... Do you have a dad? Not wanting to get you upset if its a touchy subject, but you only live with your mom. Did you know him?" Liam asked breaking the silence. AAAAAAND, here comes a serious conversation.
"Its not really a touchy subject. And yeah, I knew him.. Wish I didn't though. My father wasn't exactly, the nicest person on earth. He left when I was five. Well really, my mom kicked him out." I confess. Louis looks over at me and asks,
"Well, what did he do?"
"He made my mum do all the work. Take care of me as a baby, do the laundry, make food. She would be working her ass off while he just laid back, watching T.V with a beer in his hand. He would give me attention some times, but other times, its like I never existed. Some times he would slap my mum. She was terrified of him, its why it took her so long to find her courage and kick him out. Sense he left, she became more of an open, loving mother." Tears start forming in my eyes as I think about my mother, and all that she has been through to take care of me. All by herself, sense I was born. No one there to help her, I wonder how she felt when she was driving down that road to find me. I wipe my eyes and slump in my seat, ignoring their stares.
"Angel, I'm sorry. That's horrible." Harry apologized. He doesn't need to say he is sorry though, I probably don't even have it as bad as other kids. I shake my head and mumble a, its fine.
"I'm not gonna lie and say that I don't think about him that much. Because I do. I wander if he is a better person, if he has a new life.. Does he have a family?" I think out loud.
"We could always look him up..." Liam suggests. I give a slight shrug, and nod. Not sure if I want to speak. I hate it when I have to be serious. Liam nods back, and calls up some one. He walks into the living room, giving me the 'hold up' sign with his finger. Oh god... I don't know if I'm looking forward to this.
It got really quiet when Liam left. The boys either gave me upsetting looks, or just went back to their food awkwardly... AKA NIALL. Its fine though, I went back to eating my last sandwhich. Ignoring the awkward aroma. Liam walked back into the kitchen with his laptop, setting it on the kitchen counter.
"Okay, one of Uncle Simon's computer guys told us a secret website. We can look up your fathers records, but that's about it." Liam said while typing in the websites secret 'CODE'. I peaked though, I think it was PUPPY. Like, seriously? Are you sure NIALL didn't help make this?
"I think you type in his first and last name, here." Louis pointed to a bar needing to be typed in, that said 'First and Last name.'
"NO DIP." I yell sarcastically, typing in, 'Jonathon Jones'. I clicked enter and a whole list of Jonathon Jones popped up, with their drivers license ID next to the names. So father, what have you been up too?