Samantha's POV:

After a couple of check-ups, the doctor let me leave the hospital. But once I was at the parking lot, I was engulfed in hugs by five boys. One I particularly didn't like, and one I did.

"Hi," I smiled nervously, having no idea if they were my friends or not, "I have no idea who you are. Do I know you?"

"Yea," answered the curly-haired guy, giving me a cheeky smile, showing off the adorable dimple. He didn't seem surprised that I didn't know him. He held a hand out. "I'm Harry."

"Samantha." I nodded, shaking his hand. I moved on to the other boys.

"Liam."

"Zayn."

"Niall," the cute Irish man whispered, and instead of shaking my hand, he hugged me, burying his head in my neck. His grin made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"I'm Louis," he said, not smiling but not frowning either. His voice was monotone, his deep blue eyes staring back at mine. He was hiding something. Somehow, I knew he was hiding something. I had this feeling, deep in the pit of my soul, a fire burning, loud and strong, trying so hard to tell me something. But I just couldn't understand. I shook my head, trying to rid these feelings.

"So we have met before?" I mumbled, and he nodded in response. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I knew I was blushing. So I had yelled at someone I had known. That was embarrassing. "Oh..." I trailed off, and the awkward silence was so deafening that I almost wanted to cover my ears, even though there was no sound.

"So..." Niall interrupted the silence, placing his hand on my back. I noticed that Louis stiffened, his shoulders tense and drawn forward, looking like he was in pain. His eyebrows were furrowed together, and his eyes seemed troubled. Maybe something about his past? Anyway, he glared at Niall, telling him something that I again couldn't understand.

"Want to show Samantha our flat?" Harry said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. In fact, everyone seemed weirded out about something except for me. Okay, I was definitely missing something. A very important piece of information that I vowed to find out about.

We all climbed into a limo (were these guys rich or something?!) And I met Paul, their bodygaurd. We all laughed and joked around, but everyone just kept glancing at Louis and I.

We eventually reached the boys' flat. And once I was in, I was immediately dazzled. "Oh my gosh, it's so big!" I gawked at all the rooms, at how big they were. And when we finally reached the guest bedroom, I found someone waiting for me, lying on the bed.

"Miranda?" I exclaimed, hugging her tightly. "I havent seen you in a while!"

"Wait, hold up," Louis said, cocking his head, deep in thought. "How come you remember her and not us?"

Miranda shrugged, like the thought had suddenly occurred to her. "Hey, what do you remember?"

"Um..." I sat on the bed, crossing my legs. "Well, we became friends in second grade. And..." I struggled to remember because my mind was still foggy, due to the fact that I had just recently escaped from the hospital. "You moved in the middle of tenth grade!"

"That's why she doesn't remember you," Miranda realized, standing up next to Harry, "she met me before she met you." She jutted out her chin to Louis, talking about him. Why him? Wouldn't I have known all the boys instead of just him?

"I'm hungry," Niall groaned, rubbing his stomach. "In fact, I'm starving!"

"You always are!" Liam joked, playfully punching Niall on the shoulder.

"I am too!" I jumped up and high-fived Niall. Louis frowned and turned away, obviously disgusted at my behavior. What is his problem?

We all strolled to the kitchen, Niall and I sharing a bag of chips. All the boys plus Miranda were staring at us like we had grown another head or something. "What?" Niall and I said at the same time, our mouths full of food.

"B-b-but Niall! You never share your food!" Zayn gasped, placing his hands over his heart dramatically. We all giggled except for Louis, who was proving to me right now that he didn't have a sense of humor.

"What? Come on, I'm not that bad!" Niall protested, earning him a couple of disbelieving snorts. I smiled and said, "Well, I'm glad I'm the first one you shared your food with." I kissed him on the cheek, loving his smooth and soft skin against my lips.

Louis hissed in annoyance, narrowing his eyes. "Niall," he growled, breathing in and out, like he was trying to control his anger, "could you please come with me?" Silence fell across the room, everyone still, the hot air seeming to suffocate me. Niall gave me a confused shrug and followed Louis upstairs.

Not really enjoying the awkward moment, I said, "So... what day is it?"

"Tuesday," Miranda replied, leaning against the wall. "We don't have school since it's summer."

"Wouldn't I have to go to college?" I wondered, "since I'm..."

"19," supplied Miranda, "and no, we took a gap year. And the boys aren't going to college since they're in this world-famous boy band."

"Oh, I see." I nodded like it was totally normal for your friends to be in a famous boy band. Suddenly, the floor started to spin underneath me, the walls closing in on me. I grabbed the counter for support but I still slumped to the ground, faces appearing in my vision, voices screaming, hands grabbing my shoulders. And the last thing I could see before everything turned black was a pair of bright blue eyes.

Notes

How did you like the chapter? I decided to make it a little longer. Please vote - comment - subscribe! More drama to come!
-JJ