I woke up with a killer headache, puffy lips, and a dry tounge. So much for staying hydrated. I walked into the kitchen to get an ibuprofen and a large glass of water, but instead found the kitchen covered in......
Stuff.
I'm not even sure what was all over. But it was messy.
And in the air.
I coughed. Flour.
"What the hell? Did an atomic flour bomb go off in here?!" I shouted.
"Um.... no. We attempted making cookies...." Zayn's voice trailed off.
"Where the fuck are you?"
There was a movement in front of me and I jumped back, startled.
"Here," he said, lifting a flour-covered hand.
I grabbed his hand and wiped away some of the flour. "Cookies, you say?"
"Sugar cookies," Niall's voice said from next to me. "It didn't work out too well."
"No shit, Sherlock!" I said, not even bothering to use sarcasm.
"Sorry," they said in unison.
"Yeah, you better be. 'Cause you have to clean this up."

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"And that's how you make sugar cookies," I said, sliding the pan into the oven and shutting the door with emphasis. I started washing dishes, but Niall took over that, so I started drying, but Niall forced me to stop that, too. "Seriously?!"
"Seriously."
"Okay, well, I'm putting them away and nobody can stop me."
"Yeah, well, that was kind of the point," Niall said. "I don't know where anything goes."
"Then how the hell did the Great Flour Bomb come to be?"
"Veeeeeery carefully," was his answer.
I had told them to clean up the kitchen and shower, and Niall had showered first, so Zayn was still in the bathroom. I made them borrow my dad's clothes while theirs were in the wash.
When the dishes were done, we sat in awkward silence until my phone beeped. I looked down at it and my brows furrowed in confusion when I saw the name.
"Who the hell is Dusty?" I asked, showing him my phone.
His shoulders slumped. "How should I know? Ask him," Niall answered, shrugging. I sensed he was holding something back.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No," he answered. He was totally lying, but I'm a little more concerned with finding out who this Dusty guy is right now.
Me: Do I know you?
I waited a few minutes, then my phone beeped with a reply. Dusty: Very funny. Stop messing around. U played this trick on me before.
"What trick?!" I said, exasperated.
Me: Seriously. I don't know you. Why are you in my contacts? Dusty: Seriously. Stop playing this game. It's not funny. Me: Look, I don't have a clue who you are or what "game" you're talking about, but I'm not trying to be funny! I seriously don't know who you are!
Dusty: Bullshit.

"This makes no sense! He thinks I'm joking!" I said, dropping my phone on the table and throwing my hands up in the air.
"Well, he might be one of your friends from--"
Niall was cut off by my phone ringing. It was Dusty. I held one finger up and answered it.
"Look, I honestly don't know who you are. Whatever game you're accusing me of playing, I'm not," was how I answered.
"You do know me and you are playing a game, Evan. You've done this before." He had a deepish voice that rivaled that of Scotty McCreery's.
"Um, no I don't know you. According to the doctors, I fell and hit my head and I can't remember anything," I replied, hoping this would end soon.
"Bullshit. I don't believe you."
"Look it up online. Google my name and there'll be tons of hits, I can guarantee it," I said, wishing I hadn't had to say that.
"Fine." I heard typing on the other end of the line and his sharp intake of breath. "Holy fuck, Evangeline! You know One Direction?!"
"Apparently Harry was my best friend when we were little, so yeah, I guess."
"And you didn't think to tell me this BEFORE you left?!"
"I didn't even know I left somewhere! I don't know who you are, let alone whatever the fuck you're talking about!"
The line was silent for a few moments.
"We're coming on the next plane."
And the line went dead.
We?

Notes

Ooooh! Not really that cliffy, considering y'all know who "we" is, but it's cliffy for her beacuse she has no clue who the heck this Dusty kid is. Or who's coming with him, for that matter. Anyway, sorry I haven't updated in a while. The kids I'm babysitting are really rambunctious and I haven't had the time to update recently. I'll try updating more often, I promise.
And if you're looking for something new to read, I suggest my new story, "Revolution". I need more feedback on it. Or if you're looking for a longer one, one of my other stories, "In A Heartbeat" is a good one. Or so I've been told. I just kinda get ideas and turn them into chapters, so I'm not really sure if people are just trying to make me feel better about writing or if they're genuine compliments.
So you should really comment below or vote (if you haven't done so already).
Thanks!