Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

I wake up, but not in the forest. Not in Niall's arms, and not in the tree.

I'm in a small room. It has a bed and a nightstand an a bookshelf, and a desk in the corner. Where am I?

I get out of the bed and go to the wooden door on the left of the bed. It turns, and I find myself in a long hallway. I walk down the hall, which is very large indeed, and find myself in a kitchen

"Hello," I call out. Someone obe turns around in the barstool, and I see Niall.

"Oh, good morning." How can he be so calm?

I look at Niall, seeing he is very modest in what he is wearing.

He wears sweatpants and no shirt, causing my cheeks to flush.

"Where am I, Niall," I say trying to distract myself. He face palms himself.

"Oh, your in the Institute," he says. "It was late and I didn't know where you lived, so I took you back here," he says, getting off the barstool and handing me a cup of Orange Juice.

"Zayn told me you didn't want to go back to your home. Why is that," he says, going over to the toaster and plopping two toaster strudels into it. He turns to me and leans back on the counter, expectantly.

"Family issues." I shrug. He nods understandingly.

"I don't know a lot about you. Want to go for a picnic? We could get to know each other better."
(A/n: just go with it.)

"Will the other boys be there. AKA Louis?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"Zayn is in the bathroom until noon, Liam and Louis sleep till 1:00, and Harry stays in his room most of the day."

"Okay. Where would we be going," I ask.

"Where eva the wind takes us," he says, trying to mimicking a British accent. I laugh as he prepares our lunch.

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