Crystal Crown

When I wake up, the first thing I realize is where I am.
A painted white room with brown bookshelves and brown tables. A small tv and a bottle of water. Then i notice where I'm sitting, on a messed up, green bed.

Whatever I'm wearing aren't my normal clothes - heck, I'm wearing a huge shirt up to my knees. Lovely, I look like a fucking princess in her prince's clothes..

"Louis, your girlfriend is awake!" I hear a thick Irish accent yell.
"Not funny, Ni!"
"Shut up, I'm - ooh, Harry's cooking. I call first plate!"
I hear a bunch of shuffling and moving around.
Oh, wonderful. Louis saved me.
We're barely even friends. I mean, he doesn't know anything about me. What my last name is.
How old I am, 20. I'm prepared to keep it that way.
I get up on wobbly knees and see them bandaged.
Damn, what happened last night?
"You're awake," I hear his raspy morning voice.
"Barely." I groan.
Louis smiles, walking over to me.
"You fell last night," He recalls and I shake my head and put my face in my hands.
"God, I am such an idiot!" I moan silently.
"Now what am I supposed to do?"
"You can stay with us," Louis suggests.
"Stay with you? You do not know how much danger you guys will be in," I look up into his eyes.
"Why?"
"It's a secret."
Louis shrugs. "Alright then. Can you walk?" He says, changing the subject.
"Um, yeah." Except when I get up, I fall right back into his arms, except it's much more awkward
because first he was sitting next to me and now I'm on top of him and he's fucking shirtless.
The fresh smell of mint still lingers on his lips.
"Ooh, we got some Crystal-Louis action going on here," I hear someone say approvingly.
"Damn!" I exclaim loudly.
"That's not funny," Louis snaps at the curly-haired guy but Louis is still smiling.
"Ugh, oh god, One Direction." I moan and bury my face in a pillow. Who wants to switch lives?
"She's not fangirling," One of them points out.
I mean, I know they're One Direction. What I don't know - surprisingly - is what their names are.
"Oh, and I'm Zayn," The same guy says.
"Niall," The Irish one retorts.
"I'm Harry," Curly grins.
"Liam, and you already know Louis," The chocolate-color eyed one smiles.
"She knows Louis really good," Zayn winks.
"How do you imbeciles live with each other!?" I moan.
"Deal with it, Sapphire." Harry teases and they run out of the room.
He called me Sapphire. He fucking called me sapphire. That's, like, 1/5 funny.
"I can't do this, I have to leave," I look at Louis.
"They're always like that," He assures me.
I run a hand through my hair tiredly.
"It's not that. All of your lives will be in danger if I stay."

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