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Trapped
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~3 years later~
It’s been a very long, tiring 3 years for Destini and I. I barley got to nurse people because they rarely got hurt. That made me have to clean 4 days a week, giving me 3 off to sit around the mansion and relax. Destini cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner and cleaned the 3 days I have off which are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. When they had parties, we had to serve drinks and food in very tight, tiny dresses. We had to wear special necklaces telling the guest that we were not to be touched or flirted with because we were the boys property. We haven’t left the mansion in 3 long, agonizing years. We were only allowed outside if we were in the mansion’s yard. We’ve met many people since we’ve been here. We had made friends with the other maids and the chef who had all been kicked out because we were now there. That made the boys, Destini, and me the only people in the mansion. Well unless the boys brought home their sluts but that rarely happened and when they did they left the next morning; leaving me and Destini to clean up the mess. I sighed getting up and straightening my dress after making my bed and started walking down the stairs to go help Destini with breakfast. This was a ritual for us. Every day, we would make our beds and then I’d go help her with breakfast and sometimes make some desert since the boys all have a sweet tooth. “hey des, what are we making today?” I said as I walked into the kitchen. She glanced at me then looked back down; focusing on her mixing. “chocolate chip pancakes” she answered and started laughing when I jumped up and down. Those are my favorite. Not long after we were flipping pancakes and humming to the tune of From Yesterday by 30 Seconds To Mars when the boys stumbled in. “morning Destini, Scarlett” we heard Payne start. Shortly after an echo of “good mornings” took place. “ good morning boys” Destini and I said at the same time. We had a habit of doing that because we’re so much alike and we rarely talk unless we’re together. I had been setting pancakes on the table infront of them when Horan stopped me. “Scarlett, come here please.” Oh shit. What did I do wrong now? My heart thumped inside my chest trying to think of everything I’ve done in the last 3 days making sure I did nothing wrong. Once I was in front of him, he stood up. “yes sir?” I said looking down at my now interesting black socks. He reached down, grabbing my chin lightly making sure I was looking into his never ending blue eyes. putting his hand on my right cheek , he rubbed his thumb on it. He reached down to my ear, crouching slightly because I’m only 5’ while he’s 5’7. “you had pancake batter smeared on your cheek, love. Don’t worry.” He chuckled as I let out a big sigh I didn’t even know I was holding in. “by the way, love, you cleaned my room perfectly yesterday. I would like you and only you to clean it and do my laundry” he said as he took his hand off my cheek and walked out of the room. I looked around noticing that everyone had left, giving me and Horan some time to talk alone. I placed my hand on my cheek and sighed. “What’s going to with me? I can’t like him. He’s one of the men keeping me in this house” I thought to myself. Just thinking about him made my tummy get butterflies in it. His blonde hair always fell perfectly around his angelic face and his clothes fit him just right. Sometimes, when I clean his room and he’s in the shower, I can hear him singing to himself and let me tell you, he has the voice of an angel. All the boys do.
“Scar, whats wrong with you and why do you look like a tomato?” Des asked, snapping me back into reality as she walked back into the kitchen. I shrugged and she sighed and said “babe, I know you like him. I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you” then walked away; nudging me toward the sink to wash the dishes. “did I like him?” was all I could think of while grabbing the soft, soapy sponge and scrubbing away the mess off the dishes from this morning’s breakfast. “I couldn’t like him. He’s a criminal and he’s not even my type. Plus, I’m still in love with Austin.” I whispered to myself as memories flashed in my mind, making my eyes get a misty glaze over them while I tried my hardest not to let tears spill out one by one. Maybe I shouldn’t have put any eyeliner on because now the tears were freely flowing down my rosy cheeks in black streams. I rubbed my cheeks and eyes with my soapy hands in attempted to get the black smears off before anybody noticed. I sighed turning off the water as I finished washing the last dish. I trudged myself up the stairs with my head down trying not to let the tears spill again. Walking down the dark hallway to my room to get my cleaning supplies, I bumbed into someone letting out an “oomph” as my bottom hit the cold, wooden floor. “im so sorry sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I said, keeping my glaze on my feet. I felt a cool hand take my chin for the 2nd time today making the goose bumps I hate so much appear on my soft, freckled skin as I look up into those lovely eyes I looked into this morning. “what’s wrong love?” Horan said, his eyes looking at my cheeks with the fresh smears of black on them. I shook my head, making the tears that were threating to come out, fly out. “come on” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me up. He led me into his bathroom that was attached to his room. “sit on the counter” he mumbled as he got a washcloth from under the sink. As I got onto the counter, I let out a relieved sigh as the cool marble top hit my legs. Horan turned on the faucet, waited for it to become hot and put the washcloth under it. When he was done wetting the wash cloth, he turned the faucet off, looked at me, and started dabbing the washcloth on my cheeks. After sighing, he stopped for a moment and said “why would such a pretty girl like you cry?” I sniffled and looked up into his eyes. They had been replaced from being playful and funny to caring and misunderstanding and something else I couldn’t quite figure out in a matter of minutes. I shrugged and looked down at my feet. He sighed and bent down so he can see my face. “babe, whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m all ears” he smiled, showing off a bit of his teeth and braces. I had thought that his crooked tooth made him more attractive and a symbol of who he is. “please tell me” he said, tucking a stray piece of my dirty blonde hair behind my hair. I sighed, finally giving up and deciding to tell him “ I miss my family” I whispered, words barley being spoken. It wasn’t a lie, but that wasn’t the full reason why I was so upset either. He nodded in understand meant, picked me up bridal style and walked me to my room. When he got to my bed, he sat down with me still in his arms. For a few minutes we just sat there like that. My head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling his breath ghost over the top of my head every time he breathed out. “I know what that feels like” he said kissing my forehead. “ I miss my family, too” he mumbled. After a while of sitting there for a while he started singing an unfamiliar song and my eyes dropped and I fell asleep better than I had in years. Im not entirely sure why, but I felt safe in those strong arms. Like nothing could ever hurt me
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Destini’s POV
“Destini, do you know where Scarlett or Horan are?” I flinched when hearing Styles ask me a question, breaking the silence and the gaze on the book I had picked up and began to read. “not a clue, sir” I said, looking up into his green eyes. He walked over from the theater room’s doorframe and stood in front of me, putting his arm up, wanting me to grab his hand. “come, help me find them,” his voice soft and calm as he waited for me to place my hand in his and go look for them. As I placed my hand in his, butterflies erupted in my stomach. I looked down at my toes, blushing. “last time I saw Scar was when she was walking up the stair to get her cleaning supplies at around 11” I said. As we walked up the stairs I noticed that in the dim light coming from outside the windows that will it soon be gone because dusk was approaching. After checking every room in the house, we were about to give up and just call Horan but then I remembered that we haven’t checked our bed room. Walking down the long hallway for what felt like the 1000 time today Styles opened the door just a crack. When we looked in, we both gasped and smiled. Inside the room, the two were sleeping and cuddling. I had known that Scarlett had started to like Horan from the second year here. I also knew that the first time I had met the boys, Horan did nothing but look at Scar and blushed every time he saw her looking at him as well. “ we should get a picture of this” styles said, his eyes glistening in the dim light and his cheeky grin taking over his “serious” face. Opening the door slowly so it didn’t creek; we tip-toed into the room. Scar’s head was on Horan’s chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and their feet had been tangled together. It was an adorable sight. After Styles quicky snapped a picture of them, we walked out of the room and started to walk into the kitchen when he stopped me. “ babe, you don’t need to make dinner tonight, we could just get pizza. Is that ok?” I nodded and sighed happily. I rarely ever had a break from cooking. “I was thinking we could also have a movie night?” he looked unsure of himself and nervous of my answer. “of course” I smiled and his eyes lit up and gave me a dimpled smirk back.
While he went to go call in for pizza, I sat down on the large leather sofa grabbing Scar’s and my favorite knitted quilt that we were able to bring with us. my eyes watered as I began running my fingers across the quilt our grandma had made before she passed away. “happy thoughts, happy thoughts” I mumbled to myself to make it so I wouldn’t burst out in tear and scare Styles. He reappeared soon after sitting right next to me after putting a random movie in. he then pulled me in so my head was on his chest and we were sharing the warm quilt.
About a half hour later, the pizza arrived and I swear I inhaled the pizza I was so hungry. We started the movie after he called in the pizza. We were watching one of my favorites, Titanic. I loved this movie but I always cried as soon as Jack and Rose were in the water and sobbed the rest of the movie. When we got to the part where they were in the car I felt Styles’s warm lips graze my hair, kissing my hair. I looked down, blushing. When it finally got to the part when Rose was whisper-yelling for Jack to wake up I was sobbing. I tried to calm down but nothing worked. I looked up at Styles and noticed his eyes were full of tears trying to escape and the few that did had dribbled down his cheeks one by one. He looked down and lifted up his hands and cupped my cheeks, his thumb swiping away the tears that had once sat on my skin. I lifted up my hands to do the same. His cheeks were soft and his eyes closed. I saw him starting to lean in. I decided to lean in as well. I felt his warm breath hit my soft lips about to touch. “ hey Styl- what the- oh” Malik had walked out of the theater room just as fast as he walked in. we dropped our hands and away, blushing. I swear I heard Styles say “cock-block” under his breath but I might just be hearing things. I looked up noticing that the movie was over and the tv screen was now black. I got up, taking the quilt off the couch, folding it, and putting it on the side of the sofa. I bent down and pecked Styles on the cheek, telling him I would see him tomorrow since it was now 11:00 and left the room quickly. I decided to do my laundry now because there was no way in hell I was going to go into my room and wake Scar and Horan up. Scarlett hates being woken up and will not hesitated to punch you if you do. I quickly walked into my room and grabbed Scarlett’s and mine laundry baskets and walked into the laundry room.
Scarlett’s pov
I woke up and felt hands on my waist “what the hell” I mumbled as I lifted my head from the soft pillow to soon realize that it wasn’t a pillow my head was on. My head had been on Horan’s chest. Memories from this morning flickered through my head as I remembered what had happened. He had been so sweet to me, washing the eyeliner smudges off of my face, letting me have someone to talk to besides Destini, and just laying with me. I looked out the window beside my bed and realized that it was now nighttime. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, I saw the flashing red numbers saying it was 11:23 pm. Well. I’m not sleeping tonight. I tried to get up but every time I moved, Horan’s grip on my waist increased; making it impossible for me to leave. I sighed and laid back down, putting my head back on his chest. “that’s much better” I heard the groggy voice and jumped up. “ I’m sorry I woke you. I got hungry” I mumbled into his chest. He chuckled; sending a vibration around me. “lets go get something to eat before my stomach eats itself shall we?” I giggled and nodded as he let go of me and stood up grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. When we got down to the kitchen, I noticed an unfamiliar face along with the faces of Malik, Styles, and Tomlinson. “ah Horan, Scarlett, nice of you two to finally join us” Styles smirked at us as Horan let go of my hand and walked to the fridge. I sat down in my normal seat that was between him and Des. “ yeah guys where have you been all day?” Tomlinson winked. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the plate of pizza Horan was handing me. “thank you” I mumbled to him. “ you’re welcome, love. And we were sleeping. I decided that Scarlett no longer has to clean for us, only nurse and help with cooking when needed. Hows that sound?” He said looking at me for the first part and the boys for the second. In my mind I was jumping for joy but on the outside I was happily munching on my pizza crust. “sounds good” Malik said. Tomlinson and Styles nodded in agreement. “same goes for Destini, she is now only needed for cooking” Styles said. I saw Malik smirk in the corner of my eye. I wonder what happened between Des and Styles. I focused on the girl in front of me. she looked relieved that I had walked in. the girl had short, dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She looked about an inch taller than me- not like that made a difference because I was short. She was wearing a pair of black and white checkered skinnys and a Sleeping With Sirens shirt with a pair of TOMS that covered her feet. I smiled knowing that we’d be close friends just by looking at her style and choice of music. She looked nice so I smiled at her and whispered “you’re fine here, they won’t hurt you” but only so she can hear. “Malik looked at Horan and realized we had no clue who this mystery girl in front of us was. “oh Horan, Scarlett, this is Kaila, she will be here for 3 years, helping Scarlett nurse and be a waitress at parties. She will also clean when needed. You, Scarlett are expected to show her around in the morning and help her with anything she needs.” I nodded and gave her another friendly smile while Horan said a quick ‘hello.’ The boys soon excused themselves to their room leaving me with Kaila. “hi love, its really not bad here. All you need to do is do what your told and they let you do anything. Well not anything because we can’t leave but yeah” she laughed as I said the last part. We asked eachother about family and other things until it was about 2 am. “ I suppose you would like me to show you your room now, yeah?” she laughed again and nodded. We walked up the stairs and I told her who’s room was who’s and when we finally got to the end of the long dark hallway, we got to her room. “mine and des’s room is right across from yours. If you ever need anything, just walk in.” I smiled and gave her a hug before we parted and went our separate ways. I sighed and changed into my huge shirt and got into bed before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.
It’s been a very long, tiring 3 years for Destini and I. I barley got to nurse people because they rarely got hurt. That made me have to clean 4 days a week, giving me 3 off to sit around the mansion and relax. Destini cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner and cleaned the 3 days I have off which are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. When they had parties, we had to serve drinks and food in very tight, tiny dresses. We had to wear special necklaces telling the guest that we were not to be touched or flirted with because we were the boys property. We haven’t left the mansion in 3 long, agonizing years. We were only allowed outside if we were in the mansion’s yard. We’ve met many people since we’ve been here. We had made friends with the other maids and the chef who had all been kicked out because we were now there. That made the boys, Destini, and me the only people in the mansion. Well unless the boys brought home their sluts but that rarely happened and when they did they left the next morning; leaving me and Destini to clean up the mess. I sighed getting up and straightening my dress after making my bed and started walking down the stairs to go help Destini with breakfast. This was a ritual for us. Every day, we would make our beds and then I’d go help her with breakfast and sometimes make some desert since the boys all have a sweet tooth. “hey des, what are we making today?” I said as I walked into the kitchen. She glanced at me then looked back down; focusing on her mixing. “chocolate chip pancakes” she answered and started laughing when I jumped up and down. Those are my favorite. Not long after we were flipping pancakes and humming to the tune of From Yesterday by 30 Seconds To Mars when the boys stumbled in. “morning Destini, Scarlett” we heard Payne start. Shortly after an echo of “good mornings” took place. “ good morning boys” Destini and I said at the same time. We had a habit of doing that because we’re so much alike and we rarely talk unless we’re together. I had been setting pancakes on the table infront of them when Horan stopped me. “Scarlett, come here please.” Oh shit. What did I do wrong now? My heart thumped inside my chest trying to think of everything I’ve done in the last 3 days making sure I did nothing wrong. Once I was in front of him, he stood up. “yes sir?” I said looking down at my now interesting black socks. He reached down, grabbing my chin lightly making sure I was looking into his never ending blue eyes. putting his hand on my right cheek , he rubbed his thumb on it. He reached down to my ear, crouching slightly because I’m only 5’ while he’s 5’7. “you had pancake batter smeared on your cheek, love. Don’t worry.” He chuckled as I let out a big sigh I didn’t even know I was holding in. “by the way, love, you cleaned my room perfectly yesterday. I would like you and only you to clean it and do my laundry” he said as he took his hand off my cheek and walked out of the room. I looked around noticing that everyone had left, giving me and Horan some time to talk alone. I placed my hand on my cheek and sighed. “What’s going to with me? I can’t like him. He’s one of the men keeping me in this house” I thought to myself. Just thinking about him made my tummy get butterflies in it. His blonde hair always fell perfectly around his angelic face and his clothes fit him just right. Sometimes, when I clean his room and he’s in the shower, I can hear him singing to himself and let me tell you, he has the voice of an angel. All the boys do.
“Scar, whats wrong with you and why do you look like a tomato?” Des asked, snapping me back into reality as she walked back into the kitchen. I shrugged and she sighed and said “babe, I know you like him. I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you” then walked away; nudging me toward the sink to wash the dishes. “did I like him?” was all I could think of while grabbing the soft, soapy sponge and scrubbing away the mess off the dishes from this morning’s breakfast. “I couldn’t like him. He’s a criminal and he’s not even my type. Plus, I’m still in love with Austin.” I whispered to myself as memories flashed in my mind, making my eyes get a misty glaze over them while I tried my hardest not to let tears spill out one by one. Maybe I shouldn’t have put any eyeliner on because now the tears were freely flowing down my rosy cheeks in black streams. I rubbed my cheeks and eyes with my soapy hands in attempted to get the black smears off before anybody noticed. I sighed turning off the water as I finished washing the last dish. I trudged myself up the stairs with my head down trying not to let the tears spill again. Walking down the dark hallway to my room to get my cleaning supplies, I bumbed into someone letting out an “oomph” as my bottom hit the cold, wooden floor. “im so sorry sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I said, keeping my glaze on my feet. I felt a cool hand take my chin for the 2nd time today making the goose bumps I hate so much appear on my soft, freckled skin as I look up into those lovely eyes I looked into this morning. “what’s wrong love?” Horan said, his eyes looking at my cheeks with the fresh smears of black on them. I shook my head, making the tears that were threating to come out, fly out. “come on” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me up. He led me into his bathroom that was attached to his room. “sit on the counter” he mumbled as he got a washcloth from under the sink. As I got onto the counter, I let out a relieved sigh as the cool marble top hit my legs. Horan turned on the faucet, waited for it to become hot and put the washcloth under it. When he was done wetting the wash cloth, he turned the faucet off, looked at me, and started dabbing the washcloth on my cheeks. After sighing, he stopped for a moment and said “why would such a pretty girl like you cry?” I sniffled and looked up into his eyes. They had been replaced from being playful and funny to caring and misunderstanding and something else I couldn’t quite figure out in a matter of minutes. I shrugged and looked down at my feet. He sighed and bent down so he can see my face. “babe, whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m all ears” he smiled, showing off a bit of his teeth and braces. I had thought that his crooked tooth made him more attractive and a symbol of who he is. “please tell me” he said, tucking a stray piece of my dirty blonde hair behind my hair. I sighed, finally giving up and deciding to tell him “ I miss my family” I whispered, words barley being spoken. It wasn’t a lie, but that wasn’t the full reason why I was so upset either. He nodded in understand meant, picked me up bridal style and walked me to my room. When he got to my bed, he sat down with me still in his arms. For a few minutes we just sat there like that. My head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling his breath ghost over the top of my head every time he breathed out. “I know what that feels like” he said kissing my forehead. “ I miss my family, too” he mumbled. After a while of sitting there for a while he started singing an unfamiliar song and my eyes dropped and I fell asleep better than I had in years. Im not entirely sure why, but I felt safe in those strong arms. Like nothing could ever hurt me
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Destini’s POV
“Destini, do you know where Scarlett or Horan are?” I flinched when hearing Styles ask me a question, breaking the silence and the gaze on the book I had picked up and began to read. “not a clue, sir” I said, looking up into his green eyes. He walked over from the theater room’s doorframe and stood in front of me, putting his arm up, wanting me to grab his hand. “come, help me find them,” his voice soft and calm as he waited for me to place my hand in his and go look for them. As I placed my hand in his, butterflies erupted in my stomach. I looked down at my toes, blushing. “last time I saw Scar was when she was walking up the stair to get her cleaning supplies at around 11” I said. As we walked up the stairs I noticed that in the dim light coming from outside the windows that will it soon be gone because dusk was approaching. After checking every room in the house, we were about to give up and just call Horan but then I remembered that we haven’t checked our bed room. Walking down the long hallway for what felt like the 1000 time today Styles opened the door just a crack. When we looked in, we both gasped and smiled. Inside the room, the two were sleeping and cuddling. I had known that Scarlett had started to like Horan from the second year here. I also knew that the first time I had met the boys, Horan did nothing but look at Scar and blushed every time he saw her looking at him as well. “ we should get a picture of this” styles said, his eyes glistening in the dim light and his cheeky grin taking over his “serious” face. Opening the door slowly so it didn’t creek; we tip-toed into the room. Scar’s head was on Horan’s chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and their feet had been tangled together. It was an adorable sight. After Styles quicky snapped a picture of them, we walked out of the room and started to walk into the kitchen when he stopped me. “ babe, you don’t need to make dinner tonight, we could just get pizza. Is that ok?” I nodded and sighed happily. I rarely ever had a break from cooking. “I was thinking we could also have a movie night?” he looked unsure of himself and nervous of my answer. “of course” I smiled and his eyes lit up and gave me a dimpled smirk back.
While he went to go call in for pizza, I sat down on the large leather sofa grabbing Scar’s and my favorite knitted quilt that we were able to bring with us. my eyes watered as I began running my fingers across the quilt our grandma had made before she passed away. “happy thoughts, happy thoughts” I mumbled to myself to make it so I wouldn’t burst out in tear and scare Styles. He reappeared soon after sitting right next to me after putting a random movie in. he then pulled me in so my head was on his chest and we were sharing the warm quilt.
About a half hour later, the pizza arrived and I swear I inhaled the pizza I was so hungry. We started the movie after he called in the pizza. We were watching one of my favorites, Titanic. I loved this movie but I always cried as soon as Jack and Rose were in the water and sobbed the rest of the movie. When we got to the part where they were in the car I felt Styles’s warm lips graze my hair, kissing my hair. I looked down, blushing. When it finally got to the part when Rose was whisper-yelling for Jack to wake up I was sobbing. I tried to calm down but nothing worked. I looked up at Styles and noticed his eyes were full of tears trying to escape and the few that did had dribbled down his cheeks one by one. He looked down and lifted up his hands and cupped my cheeks, his thumb swiping away the tears that had once sat on my skin. I lifted up my hands to do the same. His cheeks were soft and his eyes closed. I saw him starting to lean in. I decided to lean in as well. I felt his warm breath hit my soft lips about to touch. “ hey Styl- what the- oh” Malik had walked out of the theater room just as fast as he walked in. we dropped our hands and away, blushing. I swear I heard Styles say “cock-block” under his breath but I might just be hearing things. I looked up noticing that the movie was over and the tv screen was now black. I got up, taking the quilt off the couch, folding it, and putting it on the side of the sofa. I bent down and pecked Styles on the cheek, telling him I would see him tomorrow since it was now 11:00 and left the room quickly. I decided to do my laundry now because there was no way in hell I was going to go into my room and wake Scar and Horan up. Scarlett hates being woken up and will not hesitated to punch you if you do. I quickly walked into my room and grabbed Scarlett’s and mine laundry baskets and walked into the laundry room.
Scarlett’s pov
I woke up and felt hands on my waist “what the hell” I mumbled as I lifted my head from the soft pillow to soon realize that it wasn’t a pillow my head was on. My head had been on Horan’s chest. Memories from this morning flickered through my head as I remembered what had happened. He had been so sweet to me, washing the eyeliner smudges off of my face, letting me have someone to talk to besides Destini, and just laying with me. I looked out the window beside my bed and realized that it was now nighttime. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, I saw the flashing red numbers saying it was 11:23 pm. Well. I’m not sleeping tonight. I tried to get up but every time I moved, Horan’s grip on my waist increased; making it impossible for me to leave. I sighed and laid back down, putting my head back on his chest. “that’s much better” I heard the groggy voice and jumped up. “ I’m sorry I woke you. I got hungry” I mumbled into his chest. He chuckled; sending a vibration around me. “lets go get something to eat before my stomach eats itself shall we?” I giggled and nodded as he let go of me and stood up grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. When we got down to the kitchen, I noticed an unfamiliar face along with the faces of Malik, Styles, and Tomlinson. “ah Horan, Scarlett, nice of you two to finally join us” Styles smirked at us as Horan let go of my hand and walked to the fridge. I sat down in my normal seat that was between him and Des. “ yeah guys where have you been all day?” Tomlinson winked. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the plate of pizza Horan was handing me. “thank you” I mumbled to him. “ you’re welcome, love. And we were sleeping. I decided that Scarlett no longer has to clean for us, only nurse and help with cooking when needed. Hows that sound?” He said looking at me for the first part and the boys for the second. In my mind I was jumping for joy but on the outside I was happily munching on my pizza crust. “sounds good” Malik said. Tomlinson and Styles nodded in agreement. “same goes for Destini, she is now only needed for cooking” Styles said. I saw Malik smirk in the corner of my eye. I wonder what happened between Des and Styles. I focused on the girl in front of me. she looked relieved that I had walked in. the girl had short, dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She looked about an inch taller than me- not like that made a difference because I was short. She was wearing a pair of black and white checkered skinnys and a Sleeping With Sirens shirt with a pair of TOMS that covered her feet. I smiled knowing that we’d be close friends just by looking at her style and choice of music. She looked nice so I smiled at her and whispered “you’re fine here, they won’t hurt you” but only so she can hear. “Malik looked at Horan and realized we had no clue who this mystery girl in front of us was. “oh Horan, Scarlett, this is Kaila, she will be here for 3 years, helping Scarlett nurse and be a waitress at parties. She will also clean when needed. You, Scarlett are expected to show her around in the morning and help her with anything she needs.” I nodded and gave her another friendly smile while Horan said a quick ‘hello.’ The boys soon excused themselves to their room leaving me with Kaila. “hi love, its really not bad here. All you need to do is do what your told and they let you do anything. Well not anything because we can’t leave but yeah” she laughed as I said the last part. We asked eachother about family and other things until it was about 2 am. “ I suppose you would like me to show you your room now, yeah?” she laughed again and nodded. We walked up the stairs and I told her who’s room was who’s and when we finally got to the end of the long dark hallway, we got to her room. “mine and des’s room is right across from yours. If you ever need anything, just walk in.” I smiled and gave her a hug before we parted and went our separate ways. I sighed and changed into my huge shirt and got into bed before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.