Abigail's P.O.V.
"Kayla, will you please STOP putting on that crap and start listening to real music?!" I yelled at my sister, because, for the millionth time, she felt the need to put on the One Direction album, Midnight Memory or something. "Dad could get upset!" I pleaded, slightly urgently. When he got upset, well, let's just say you don't want to be there. Or anywhere within a mile of where he's standing.
"But Abi, Midnight Memories is amazing!" She complained
"No it's not, Kayla. Honestly!" I rolled my eyes. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"I'll go!" I opened the door, and, standing there, was my best friend Damon. "Hi!" I gave him a hug.
"hey. You know, there's a tornado coming up."
"a tornado?!"
"Yup. It was on the news."
"We'll, you better get inside in case it happens any time soon."
"OK," he shrugged. We entered the house and he looked at me weirdly. "Since when do you like One Direction?"
"Uh, I never have. Oh! That's Kayla."
"Ah."
"So, what do you want to - " but I stopped myself. I could hear a loud and, from the sound of it, strong gush of wind outside. "It's coming," Damon said.
"How much time d'you give it?"
"1-2 hours. Maybe less."
"We should get in the cellar. Kayla! Turn that sorry excuse for music off and come downstairs! Quick!" A few minutes later, she came running down. "Is everything OK?" She sounded worried.
"Kay, there's gonna be a tornado soon." Her eyes widened. Kayla, who had never been in a tornado before, looked pretty scared, almost like a little kid again. "someone call my dad," I warned.
"Daddy, c'mon, we have to get to the cellar, there's gonna be a tornado!" Kayla called sweetly. Probably the best way to approach him. He came stumbling down the stairs, and Kayla helped him up again. "What?" He slurred.
"Just follow us, Donald," Damon said quickly, and we made our way down the stairs.

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Just as the tornado was getting closer, I heard Kayla do something. She was plugging in a CD player. And putting in One Direction. "Kay!" I hissed. "Stop it! I don't want to listen to Midnight Memory right now!"
"It's Midnight Memories, Abigail, and I do."
"Stop being so stubborn."

Liam's P.O.V.
"C'mon, guys!" I shouted. "There's a house up ahead, I think!" As soon as the boys caught up with me, we ran with all our strength to that 'house'. "Oh my god!" Zayn yelled. "We're saved!" The five of us circled around the house, for any sign of a safe place. "Look, there's a door!" Niall pointed out. "D'you think the owners of this house will mind if we went in?"
"Let's knock first," Louis suggested. Harry bashed on the door.

Abigail's P.O.V.
Damn opened the door and I followed. There were five guys, who I have to admit, were pretty hot, hotter than Kayla's One Direction, anyway. "Hello," one, a blond one, said with a funny accent. "We were wondering if we could stay here til the tornado's over."
"Sure," I smiled.
"Thank you so much!" The curly haired one said. They were definitely not from here. British, I thought.
I let them in and they took a seat. They reminded me a but of what Kayla had told me abut One Direction. A blond one, a curly haired one, the thought made me laugh (inside).
Kayla, who had been talking to our dad, appeared from the cupboard under the stairs. "Abi who was it? If it was - " she stopped, her eyes wide.
"What is it, Kay?" I asked, looking at her expression.
"They're - Abigail, that's One Direction!"

Notes

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