One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)
Chapter Four: Changes
And as I promised chapter four. :)
Dannon's POV:
I woke up in the same bed I was in the first day I came here noticing that I was changed into a night gown. Niall snoring beside me. Truthfully I am surprised I didn't die from hypothermia. I checked the clock on the night stand. 22:46.
I got out of the bed, and tipped-toed out of his room and down the stairs to the sitting room. I sat on the couch, and turned on the telly making sure it wasn't too loud. I flipped through the channels stopping when I saw a picture of myself.
"Dannon Wilson has been missing since Monday, July 15." the reporter started," Sources tell us she was on an errand for mum when she was taken, and now here is a video of her parents from earlier today."
The image change to my parents. Tears running down my mum's face as she held up a picture of me in her hands. "This here is a picture of my sweet little Danny. She's only fifteen years old. On Monday she was taken away from us. I-." Her voice started to fail as her sobbs grew worse. My dad rubbed cirlces in her back trying to calm her.
"To the people that took our little girl," my dad continued for her,"we just want her back." The image went back to the reporter.
"If there is anyone with information on the kidnapping of Dannon Wilson call 020 7601 2222. We'll be back after these messages. " The news went to commercial. I didn't realise I was crying until my tears started tickle my face. I have never seen my mum shead a tear unless she was laughing real hard. So to see her bawling literally broke my heart into a million pieces. I layed across the couch and cried myself to sleep.
~~~
I was awoken by a noise coming from the kitchen. Since I wasn't sleepy anymore, I went to inspect the situation. I peeped around the corner to see a quite surprising. Louis, cooking. I would have never taken him for someone who could cook. I silently watched him he made latkes and eggs for breakfast.
"You know it's quite lurker-ish for one to watch another cooking quote unquote secretively," he said never turning to face me.
"How did you-?"
"There's a mirror to you left." I looked to my left, and just as he said there was a mirror there. I faced back towards Louis to see him leaning against the counter, arms folded scross his chest, looking at me with smirk on his lips. "Do you want some?" I nodded my head. "Why are you just standing like I bite or something? Come here." I hesitantly walked towards him still not trusting him. I probably won't fully trust any of them.
I watched as he put syrup and honey in the batter. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Seriously, a sweet latke?"
"I prefer sweet over savoury any day, and it's not like I put onions in them." He put the mix in a skillet. "As we wait," he said as he hande me a plate of eggs. I took a bite, and rolled my eyes. "What?"
"You and your dumb mild cheese."
"What do you put in your eggs?"
"Jack cheese." He shook his head me, flipped the latke one last time, and handed me one on saucer. "I'm not sure about this," I said scrunching my nose at the food in my hand.
"Just eat it." I got as small as a piece I could get. I was surprised at how good it was. I quickly took another piece into my mouth, but bigger. A big grin grew on Louis's face.
"See, I knew you would like it."
"Whatev-." I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I looked towards the entrance of the kitchen to see Niall looking rather annoyed.
"Danny get dressed. You have some things you have to do before we leave," Niall said.
"Leave where?"
"You will be filled in later. Just go change." I did what I was told, went upstairs, and into his room. I got the clothes off his bed, and went into his bathroom. I took shower, and washed my hair. Once I was done, I put on my clothes. After putting hair in a messy bun, I walked out of bathroom.
"DANNY COME DOWNSTAIRS!!!" a voice yelled from downstairs. Great. I ran down stairs to see the boys and some guy I didn't know. His brown hair was styled into a mohawk, grey eyes practically sparkled, and an outfit scream that 'HIIII, I GAY!!!'. He came over towards me with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, you are just the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he gushed over me, his German accent coming out with every word. "Why would you ever want cut and dye this gorgeous hair you have?" I furried my eyebrows, and looked past him at the boys, who were signaling for me to go along with what was being said.
"I just want a different look?" I said trying to reassure myself more than him.
"Well, I guess can understand that." He guided me away from the boys into the kitchen, where he had everything already set up. "Thanks for saving me an extra step by washing your hair. My name is Stefen by the way." He took my hair from it's bun, and started to brush out the tangles, which didn't take long since there weren't many. Don't ask me how, but I could feel the scissor come closer to my hair. Once he was done, my hair fell just below my shoulders. I swear if I wasn't strong enough I probably would have cried. I know crying over hair that can easily grow back, but you know they say 'You don't miss it 'til it's gone'. "You want it bleached right?" I nodded my head going along with what he said like I was told to. He put the chemicals in my hair, and had me to sit with it for about ten minutes. And let me tell you that stuff burns like hell. As soon as he rinsed it all out, the burning stopped. Once he towel dried my hair, and brushed it out, he let me look in the mirror at myself. I looked different, yet the same if that makes since. Stefen basically dragged me back to the sitting room where the boys were.
"It looks really good on you."
"Wow, very pretty."
"Cool."
"Simply gorgeous."
"Now we're like twins," all the boys commented. Harry walked Stefen to the door to pay for the expenses.
"Come on let's finish your look," Louis said, and directed me to the main bathroom. "I'm only going to help you today, and every other day you will have to do this on your own." He washed his hands, and took a contact case from the cabinet behind the mirror. "Alright, keep still." With ease he put both contacts in. He held my hair back with his left hand, and put concealor on my face to cover my freckles. "I'm shit at this," Louis huffed in frustration.
"I can do it." He shrugged his shoulders, and handed me the compact sponge. I had absolutely no idea to what I was doing. I have only watched Heather, and I'm seeing that, that has come to no use to me, now. I kept having uneven spots all over my face. I grew weary of trying to make it look good, and sat the sponge down on the counter.
"You did good," Louis said trying reassure my faith at my handy work. I knew I looked rubbish, but it it nice being told the opposite. He stepped between myself and the mirror. "But you look absolutely stunning without it," he said placing some of my, newly cut, hair behind my ear. He lead his head towards mine, and our lips connected. He started to kiss me, but most surprising thing of the whole ordeal is that I kissed back. Not because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't, but because I wanted to, and I am very happy I did. I felt the most magnificent feeling ever. It more than the spark and/or tingle you hear about in stories and movies, but an explosion throughout the inner core of myself that spread through the rest of my body to my fingers and toes.
I felt loved.
Dannon's POV:
I woke up in the same bed I was in the first day I came here noticing that I was changed into a night gown. Niall snoring beside me. Truthfully I am surprised I didn't die from hypothermia. I checked the clock on the night stand. 22:46.
I got out of the bed, and tipped-toed out of his room and down the stairs to the sitting room. I sat on the couch, and turned on the telly making sure it wasn't too loud. I flipped through the channels stopping when I saw a picture of myself.
"Dannon Wilson has been missing since Monday, July 15." the reporter started," Sources tell us she was on an errand for mum when she was taken, and now here is a video of her parents from earlier today."
The image change to my parents. Tears running down my mum's face as she held up a picture of me in her hands. "This here is a picture of my sweet little Danny. She's only fifteen years old. On Monday she was taken away from us. I-." Her voice started to fail as her sobbs grew worse. My dad rubbed cirlces in her back trying to calm her.
"To the people that took our little girl," my dad continued for her,"we just want her back." The image went back to the reporter.
"If there is anyone with information on the kidnapping of Dannon Wilson call 020 7601 2222. We'll be back after these messages. " The news went to commercial. I didn't realise I was crying until my tears started tickle my face. I have never seen my mum shead a tear unless she was laughing real hard. So to see her bawling literally broke my heart into a million pieces. I layed across the couch and cried myself to sleep.
~~~
I was awoken by a noise coming from the kitchen. Since I wasn't sleepy anymore, I went to inspect the situation. I peeped around the corner to see a quite surprising. Louis, cooking. I would have never taken him for someone who could cook. I silently watched him he made latkes and eggs for breakfast.
"You know it's quite lurker-ish for one to watch another cooking quote unquote secretively," he said never turning to face me.
"How did you-?"
"There's a mirror to you left." I looked to my left, and just as he said there was a mirror there. I faced back towards Louis to see him leaning against the counter, arms folded scross his chest, looking at me with smirk on his lips. "Do you want some?" I nodded my head. "Why are you just standing like I bite or something? Come here." I hesitantly walked towards him still not trusting him. I probably won't fully trust any of them.
I watched as he put syrup and honey in the batter. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Seriously, a sweet latke?"
"I prefer sweet over savoury any day, and it's not like I put onions in them." He put the mix in a skillet. "As we wait," he said as he hande me a plate of eggs. I took a bite, and rolled my eyes. "What?"
"You and your dumb mild cheese."
"What do you put in your eggs?"
"Jack cheese." He shook his head me, flipped the latke one last time, and handed me one on saucer. "I'm not sure about this," I said scrunching my nose at the food in my hand.
"Just eat it." I got as small as a piece I could get. I was surprised at how good it was. I quickly took another piece into my mouth, but bigger. A big grin grew on Louis's face.
"See, I knew you would like it."
"Whatev-." I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I looked towards the entrance of the kitchen to see Niall looking rather annoyed.
"Danny get dressed. You have some things you have to do before we leave," Niall said.
"Leave where?"
"You will be filled in later. Just go change." I did what I was told, went upstairs, and into his room. I got the clothes off his bed, and went into his bathroom. I took shower, and washed my hair. Once I was done, I put on my clothes. After putting hair in a messy bun, I walked out of bathroom.
"DANNY COME DOWNSTAIRS!!!" a voice yelled from downstairs. Great. I ran down stairs to see the boys and some guy I didn't know. His brown hair was styled into a mohawk, grey eyes practically sparkled, and an outfit scream that 'HIIII, I GAY!!!'. He came over towards me with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, you are just the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he gushed over me, his German accent coming out with every word. "Why would you ever want cut and dye this gorgeous hair you have?" I furried my eyebrows, and looked past him at the boys, who were signaling for me to go along with what was being said.
"I just want a different look?" I said trying to reassure myself more than him.
"Well, I guess can understand that." He guided me away from the boys into the kitchen, where he had everything already set up. "Thanks for saving me an extra step by washing your hair. My name is Stefen by the way." He took my hair from it's bun, and started to brush out the tangles, which didn't take long since there weren't many. Don't ask me how, but I could feel the scissor come closer to my hair. Once he was done, my hair fell just below my shoulders. I swear if I wasn't strong enough I probably would have cried. I know crying over hair that can easily grow back, but you know they say 'You don't miss it 'til it's gone'. "You want it bleached right?" I nodded my head going along with what he said like I was told to. He put the chemicals in my hair, and had me to sit with it for about ten minutes. And let me tell you that stuff burns like hell. As soon as he rinsed it all out, the burning stopped. Once he towel dried my hair, and brushed it out, he let me look in the mirror at myself. I looked different, yet the same if that makes since. Stefen basically dragged me back to the sitting room where the boys were.
"It looks really good on you."
"Wow, very pretty."
"Cool."
"Simply gorgeous."
"Now we're like twins," all the boys commented. Harry walked Stefen to the door to pay for the expenses.
"Come on let's finish your look," Louis said, and directed me to the main bathroom. "I'm only going to help you today, and every other day you will have to do this on your own." He washed his hands, and took a contact case from the cabinet behind the mirror. "Alright, keep still." With ease he put both contacts in. He held my hair back with his left hand, and put concealor on my face to cover my freckles. "I'm shit at this," Louis huffed in frustration.
"I can do it." He shrugged his shoulders, and handed me the compact sponge. I had absolutely no idea to what I was doing. I have only watched Heather, and I'm seeing that, that has come to no use to me, now. I kept having uneven spots all over my face. I grew weary of trying to make it look good, and sat the sponge down on the counter.
"You did good," Louis said trying reassure my faith at my handy work. I knew I looked rubbish, but it it nice being told the opposite. He stepped between myself and the mirror. "But you look absolutely stunning without it," he said placing some of my, newly cut, hair behind my ear. He lead his head towards mine, and our lips connected. He started to kiss me, but most surprising thing of the whole ordeal is that I kissed back. Not because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't, but because I wanted to, and I am very happy I did. I felt the most magnificent feeling ever. It more than the spark and/or tingle you hear about in stories and movies, but an explosion throughout the inner core of myself that spread through the rest of my body to my fingers and toes.
I felt loved.
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7/25/14