I’m not sure why but my dream changed again. It’s been the same ever since that dreadful day, but recently little things are changing like the temperature of the hands and the smell of the blood. Something was also added this time. There is a dark figure standing in the background watching me suffer, not helping me at all. I get an eerie feeling from it. It’s as if I know the outline of the figure, like I’ve seen them before. I would wake up every half an hour and fall back asleep and each time the figure would get closer and closer. It scares me. It’s currently 2:30 and Harry texted me telling me the meeting time is 6, also adding in his address. Surprisingly I knew what street he lived on and it was walking distance. Good, Korra won’t need to drive me. She keeps pestering me about my dream, and my scratches but she doesn’t need to know anything, not yet. Only my aunt and uncle know what happened and I plan to keep it that way for a while. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me. I just want to be treated normally. Then Harry comes to my mind. I thought he was normal at first but, he keeps proving me wrong. He’s got this whole ‘I’m mysterious and a jerk’ thing going on. It pisses me off but makes me want to be near him at the same time. I really want to know what’s going on with him.

“Ummm.” I look up to find Keaton standing in the doorway. He’s really popular at school and closes himself off to me when I’m there, but he talks to me when we’re at home, sometimes. I haven’t been on good terms with him for a while.

“What?” I say with a blank face. He frowns at my lack of emotion.

“I um, made some lunch for us, so if you want to come down.” He’s awkward. But I am hungry so I minus well.

“I’ll be down in a second.” He gives a small smile before going down himself.

There was no way I was going to walk down with him. When I heard him reach the bottom I got up and headed down myself. When I walked into the kitchen Korra was already there making a plate. I walked over to the stove reading the time that said 3:00 on the tiny clock and looked to see what there was. There were French fries that they both call ‘chips’ and hamburgers. I made myself a burger and added a little bit of fries. I was guessing there was going to be food at the ‘gathering’ tonight so I don’t want to overdo it. After I finish I say a small thank you to Keaton and head upstairs to get ready since I haven’t taken a shower yet. I go into the shower washed my hair and body and decided it was time to shave a bit. After I was done it was nearly 4:00. I go to my closet to pick out my outfit and end up with a denim shirt that has a hint of purple with a black vest on top, a pair of leggings, and a pair of black boots with black leg warmers. I walk into the bathroom and blow dry my hair, curling it and pull it to the side. I then take out my makeup pouch and put on a natural look with a bit of purple eye shadow to match my blouse. I walk into my room and glace at the clock 5:20, I have 10 minutes to spare. I plop down on my bed and just lay there. I have butterflies in my stomach thinking about what could happen tonight. I get to meet his family and friends and we only meet last week. It’s crazy.

“Holl! You should leave now! Don’t be late!” I hear Korra yell up the stairs. I guess it’s time.

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I walk slowly down the street trying to prolong the time I get there. I left a bit early so I could gather my thoughts on how to act and what to ask. Harry doesn’t like when I ask him questions, so maybe I should phrase everything in a sentence? Ugh, I don’t know what to do! Why does this have to be so difficult? Can’t he just tell me his secret so we can run of into the sunset and live happy lives? I realize I’m standing out front of his house. I’m getting extremely nervous. What if they don’t like me? I walk up to the front door and stand there for what seems like hours just listening to the voices coming from inside before I timidly knock on the door. All the talking stops for a split second but then continues. I hear footsteps walking toward the door, when it opens I see… not Harry. A boy with dark brown hair that’s straight and styled very well if I might add, with blue eyes answers the door with a quirked eyebrow.

“Hello? Who are you?” He says confused as to why I’m here. This must be one of Harry’s friends; doesn’t he know that I’d be coming? Before I could put an end to his confusion Harry comes speeding down the little hallway that connects the rooms of his house.

“Lou, don’t go answering other peoples doors. You could give someone a fright.” He says chuckling.

“Well, no one else was getting it! Isn’t it common house courtesy for when someone knocks at the door you answer it?” Lou jokes with him. Harry cracks a smile and shakes his head muttering something under his breath. The odd boy walks down the hall toward the room Harry came from shouting out complete irrelevant things. I look at Harry and raise one of my eyebrows. He smirks at me and shrugs.

“That’s Louis.” He states simply and steps to the side “Come in?” he asks.

I step into his house and he shuts the door behind me. I look around and see all sorts of decorations and pictures. To say his house is nice would be an understatement. It’s beautiful. His family must have a lot of money or something.

“You have a beautiful home.” I speak my thoughts. Harry just looks at me with a tiny smile dimples in sight.

“Follow me, everyone’s in here.” He says walking in the direction Louis went. We walk into a kitchen with a table that everyone’s sitting at. Each and every person turns and stares at me. How awkward.

“Who’s tis?” a boy with a very thick Irish accent asks. I look around and spot Louis, who seems as if he knows something.

“Guys, this is Holland.” Harry says. They all jump up from the table smiling. Harry slaps his head.

“I knew this would happen.” He mutters under his breath. Everyone starts talking at once.

“So you’re Holland!” The Irish boy says.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” A boy with a foe hawk and brown eyes says.

“We’ve heard so much about you.” The boy with the black hair, that’s almost pointing straight up, states.

“Dear Harry here hasn’t stopped talking about you.” Louis says loudly.

I think their teasing him? I look to my side at Harry who looks annoyed and is glaring at them, but is obviously flustered and finding it a little funny at the same time. I turn back to the group and give them a small smile.

“Really now.” This is so funny he acts so gruff around me. I would have never guessed.

“And I think you’ve all said enough.” Harry interrupts their rabbling. Then turns to me and says “I want you to meet my best mates. Niall” the Irish one waves toward me. “Liam” the one with the foe hawk smiles. “Zayn” he points to the guy with the big hair. “and-“

“Louis.” I say cutting him off.

“You know my name.” Louis sighs putting his hand over his heart. I giggle and Harry coughs.

“I’m going to go get the food.” Harry tells us then turns to walk into the kitchen. And I am left alone with four strangers.

I notice that all of these boys are fairly attractive in their own way. Do attractive boys all hang out with each other or something? I wonder where his family is. I didn’t feel the shift in mood in the room until now.

“So.” Louis breaks me out of my thoughts. All of them are staring at me with strange expressions. I sense worry from a couple of them but from Louis I sense… What is it? Hostility? No, that can’t be.

“So?” I repeat with a hint of question in my tone.

“Where are you from?” Louis asks with an unknown emotion, expression unreadable.

“I’m from America, I moved in to my aunt and uncles house 3 weeks ago.” I tell them. Louis and Liam exchange a quick look.

“Ah, America’s amazing. Everyone’s great there.” Niall inputs, filling in the silence. Everyone?

“Oh, have you been there?” I question him. Niall quirks his eyebrow as if it was blatantly obvious.

“Of course, we all have, we actually just got back.” He says confused. All of them?

“All of you?” I squeak. Then Harry must have too. That must have been one huge field trip. They all give each other the same look that Liam and Louis gave each other. Am I missing something here?

“Yes? Why wouldn’t we play in America?” Liam asks me. Play? I imagine them all passing around a huge ball to each other like you did in elementary school. I see Louis eyes grow wide as if he's realized something, he looks down at his lap and mouths the word ‘shit’ he looks like he's seen a ghost. What happened?

“We actually have a massive fan base in America.” Zayn chimes in. Fan base? Then I remember something Korra said to me before.

He has a lot of people after him. Her words repeat over and over again in my head. She must have meant what he is calling their ‘Fan base’. Louis looks up at Zayn and shakes his head with a strange look on his face. Zayn gives him a weird look.

“We are back to film parts of the movie.” Niall says.

“You guys are going to be in a movie?” I gasp, gaping openly at them. Louis squeezes his eyes shut, mouth set in a tight line.

“Yeh, some of the fans didn’t have the chance to go to the concerts, you didn’t know about the movie?” Niall asks me clearly confused.

Concerts? Like singing or instrumental type?

“You guys are in a band?” I ask them. Everything makes sense now.

“Yeah, haven’t you known Harry and us are One Direction?” Zayn questions me.

“Fuc-“ Louis is about the curse until he gets cut off by a huge ear splitting crash.

We all turn to find Harry standing in the doorway of the kitchen frozen, hands still as if he was holding what he dropped, wide eyes.

Notes

Hi sorry i haven't updated for a few days! Turns out i had the flu. Yuck.

Holland finally finds out the secret. Tada! Why do you guys think Harry didn't tell her and reacted like that? hmmm.



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