I woke up remembering my mothers death. Tears starting to fall down my cheeks once more. I need to stop crying. Crying won't bring my mother back. No matter how much I want to just huddle up in a corner and cry until I can't feel anything anymore. I wipe my tears away and walk in the bathroom. My stomach rumbled and I remembered, I haven't eaten that much sense I have been here. Too caught up in the stupidness of One Direction. But I can't go down there. There probably gonna give me a bunch of crap like, SORRY! WE DIDN'T MEAN TO ACT LIKE PEDOS, KIDNAP YOU ALL FOR A DARE, WHICH RESULTS IN YOUR MOTHER DYING! SORRY WE RUINED YOUR LIFE! Sorry's won't help in a situation like this. Right now, I hate them. And I don't know if I will ever forgive them. I know they didn't know this was going to happen, but it was Harry's stupid dare that made my mum come looking for me. She must have been worried sick. I wonder how Trinity, Hannah, and Taylor are. What about my mom's funeral? I don't know how to set some thing like that up! I probably have to explain to the press that I wasn't kidnapped, so One Direction won't go to jail over a stupid dare. I don't want them going to jail. Even though there stupidness got my mother killed, I don't know. I guess its just hard to explain. But what will happen now?
Okay Angel, you can do it. Just walk down stairs and ignore them. I need to eat some thing. I'M STARVING O; I slowly walk down the stairs, seeing all the boys in the kitchen eating quietly. Except for Harry though... Where is he? Niall looks up and sees me walking towards the fridge.
"HEY ANGEL!" I heard Niall and Louis yell together. And, it starts.
"We don't know what to say Angel"
"WE ARE SO SORRY!"
"I KNOW THAT WON'T HELP MUCH BUT I JUST WANT TO SHOW YOU HOW UPSET I AM THAT THIS HAPPENED!"
"Angel we didn't know some thing like this would happen!"
"We will do anything to make you feel better."
"Please don't hate us, this wasn't any of our intentions.."

"GUYS. NOT NOW." I yell facing them. I saw Niall flinch a little from my yelling. I wish they would just give me some peace and quiet right now.. I took a deep breath and carried on.
"I know you guys are sorry over what happened. But 'sorry' won't bring my mother back. And I know this isn't what you thought would happen. But it did happen. I don't know if I can forgive you for this, but I'm not going to hate you. You didn't do it on purpose." I said calming down. Liam stood up and walked next to me whispering in my ear.
"I can set up a funeral for your mother. If you want me too. I know this will be hard but I will need your help too." I nodded thanking Liam for helping me with this. Cause I would be so lost as to how I would set up a funeral. Pictures of my mum keep flashing in my brain when ever her name is spoken. I keep holding back the tears, but I won't be able to hold them in any longer. I start balling my eyes out, crying into Liam's shoulder as he hugged me and said soothing words to me. I felt more arms wrap around Liam and I, knowing it was Niall, Louis, and Zayn. I still don't know where Harry is. After my marathon of weeping I raise my head looking at the boys.
*Sniff* "Where's-" *Sniff* "Harry?" The boys looked at each other and turned to face me at the same time. Some kind of telepathy thing they do? I have no idea...
"Harry thinks its all his fault for your mothers death. He is either at a bar, drinking him self away, or in his room." Ugh Harry... I walk past the boys, walk up the stairs towards Harry's room. DAMN IT! I NEVER GOT ANY THING TO EAT! *AHFOSHFIAOHIJJHD* Went my stomach. HA! xD My stomach makes weird noises.
I walk into Harry's room seeing no one in sight. Bar it is. I walk over to the hall way bathroom, brush my hair out taking out a rubber band. Then I look at my hair and remember, stupid hair isn't long enough. My mum cut my hair a month ago. I wanted it short but not this short. Haha, she could never get the ends straight, so she KEPT ON CUTTIN'! I looked at my clothes and also remembered that I've been wearing all the boys clothes for the past two or three days I have been here. I guess the boxers and Niall's shirt will be good enough. I've tried their sweat pants. WAY TOO BIG. Especially Louis'. Geez, he has some big hips. Like, DAMN. DAT ASS. I washed my tear-stained face away and was ready to go searching for drunk Hairy.
"Not in his room. Do you know what bar he went too?" I yelled walking down the stairs.
"I think I might know. Here, I'll drive you there." Zayn says putting on his shoes, me doing the same, and both of us walking out the door. Speaking of the door, they fixed it yesterday. Hehe xD Now, its a wooden door. They also don't trust me around chairs. :3
"Okay-Dokay, Lets grab this drunk dork and get home." I'm not sure if I'm mad at Harry. I know he is sorry about what happened to my mother, and thinks its his fault, but he didn't know what would happen. He thought it was just gonna be a harmless act. He thought wrong, but I don't hate him for it. He would need to do it on purpose, for me to hate him. But I don't know if I can forgive him. Hating some one and Forgiving some one, are two VERY different things.. Well, that's what I believe. Like I said, lets get this drunk dork and get back home. Hmm, home... Is this my home?