Chapter Eight
Kayla's POV
"Um...sorry." I say, awkwardly.
Zayn's head snaps towards me, his eyes widening. The random girls face pales.
I quickly scurried away and locked myself in a random room. I turned around and saw I was in an art room.
I walked around the room looking at all the paintings. They were amazing. Zayn had signed his name under all of them. My favourite one was of Niall. Yes, I hate him but I appreciate good art.
Zayn had drawn Niall when he wasn't looking and the detail was amazing.
I saw an empty canvas and I decided I was going to do a little painting of my own. I took all the colours and I started to paint.
When I finished, I realised I had painted all of the boys standing together with big smiles on there faces and I was in the background crying.
I then painted in red, 'THIS IS HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL.'
When I looked at the time on my phone, I saw that it was 23:23. Wow, I spent all day in here.
I decided to just sleep on the couch in the room because I didn't know where my room was.
The last thought that popped into my head before I fell asleep was: Did the boys even try to look for me?
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Next Morning
I woke up and my back hurt like hell. Why was I foolish enough to sleep on the couch? Why do I do this to myself?
I got up from the couch and stretched. I felt a lot of bones in my back click. Bloody hell! Never again will I willingly sleep on the couch.
I walked towards the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Those dumb boys pulled a prank on me? I bet it was Niall, the stupid douche knows I'm claustrophobic.
I started to hyperventilate. This is bad, very bad. This has only ever happened once before and it was Niall's fault! I bet the stupid guy wants me dead.
I started to feel a bit dizzy. Then darkness took over me.
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7 hours later
I heard this beeping sound, and me being the fool that I am thought it was my alarm clock. I'm a fool because I don't even have an alarm clock.
"Turn the damn alarm off." I groaned in annoyance.
I heard the scraping of chairs.
"She's awake! Call the doctor!" I heard a really familiar voice scream.
I opened my eyes to see the four boys of One Direction. I internally smirked. Time to get revenge.
"Who are you guys?" I asked with a confused look on my face.
Liam fainted. I laughed on the inside. He does this all the time.
The door opened and I turned my head to see Harry and the doctor walking in.
"Harry! I missed you so much." I screeched.
"You remember Harry?" Zayn asked in disbelief.
"Well I wouldn't forget my brother."
Silence. That's all I heard after I said that. Silence.
Niall looked so heartbroken with tears streaming down his face. I couldn't take it anymore and I burst out laughing.
"Y-you guys a-are so damn gullible."
They all looked at me, shell-shocked that I could trick them that way. I just rolled my eyes and looked at the doctor.
"So what's up doc?" I asked, like bugs bunny.
He gave me a warm smile.
"Well, Kayla you have claustrophobia and you were looked in a small room."
Is this guy serious?
"I'm aware of that. I was there." I said, putting a little attitude into my words.
His smile didn't waver.
"Yeah, so don't get locked in anymore small rooms." He warned.
I rolled my eyes once again.
"It wasn't that the room was small, it was actually quite big. It was just that someone locked me inside and I had no way to get out." I stated angrily.
I looked around the room to see all the boys looking down guiltily. They all had a part in this. I looked back at the doctor.
"When can I leave?" I asked with clenched teeth.
"You can leave now if you like." He shrugged once again.
I nodded and got up to see that I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, which was definitely not what I was wearing when I went to bed.
"Umm, who changed me?" I asked annoyed.
All heads turned to Zayn.
"Why?"
He shrugged. "I thought you would be uncomfortable in jeans and a tube top."
"Oh," I smiled, "thanks."
Then I turned around and walked away leaving the boys watching me.
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