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I'm From One Direction Damn It!

Chpt 2: Bunking with Harry and Niall

Harry’s POV:

I chewed on my stubby little finger nails pissed. How did this happen? What was it that old lady said? I glared down every alley as I made my way back to the store I ran from earlier in the night. I had reached my house and the boys rejected me flat out, just laughing and saying how I was a cute little boy, and needed to go home to mommy.

When I was leaving the hotel, I caught a glimpse of my little body, freaking out. Until I calmed down, I had realized what had happened. The old lady had mentioned a curse when Niall and I ran into her in the alley, what was it again, oh yeah, “All those who see me. All those with helping hands. Thy rejection of help and compassion. Shall curse thee. Once cursed. You shall find your savior. If your savior doesn’t fall thee. Then you shall be cursed. For all eternity.

A savior is all I need to break this curse; I pondered noticing the dark red head walking down the sidewalk carrying the small blonde boy, which must have been Niall. I stumbled after her trying to catch up to her with my small legs.

“Wait!” I yell out, panting, coming to a halt to catch my breath. I could barely run in this body.

She turned around looking for the voice, and stopped at me. She frowned, then walked over, “So you were still around. I’m glad.” She smiled down at me, “Let’s go to my house for now until I can figure out how to get you guys back home. I don’t trust the cops.” She pondered off on her own.

I glanced at the boy in her arms. I stifled a laugh. Niall was definitely enjoying his time in this body, his face buried in her breasts. The girls hand reached out to me, I looked at it confused and realized what she was doing. Glaring I decided to act the kid for a bit, and put my small hand into her large warm hand. Smiling she walked down the street holding my hand.


June’s POV:

I open the door to my apartment, when Harry lets go of my hand and strides in like he owned the place, “Make yourself at home.” I mutter. I could understand if his parents left him behind, what a spoiled child. Walking into my room, I gently place the sleeping blonde boy in the bed, pulling his shoes off, and tucking him under my covers. I waltz over to my closet taking my clothes off, when I hear a gasp from the door.

“Do you want to come sleep with me Harry?” I offer, smiling at his red face.

He peered over at his friend, then shyly back at me, “Sure.” He ran over to the bed, and climbed himself in, throwing his shoes off, and burying himself under the covers. I smile at his cuteness, as I slide my pants down my legs.

I turn around to go to the draws with my pajama clothes in it, to catch Harry watching my every move. Even though he was a child, it still made me feel self conscious, “Come on go to bed now.” I laugh off the weird feeling, slipping on a thin see through slip; unfortunately I didn’t have anything more appropriate for these situations.

I slid into bed, moving the blonde boy to the edge so I was in between them. I slid my hands through the blonde boy’s hair, it was super soft. Smiling I turned to Harry, “So what’s your friends name.”

He watched me carefully, “Niall.” So he did know the boy.

I laughed, “So it is like you two are in One Direction with those names.”

Harry glared at me, muttering, “I am from One Direction.”

He puffed his cheeks out in frustration again, still not being able to control myself, I pinch them, “So cute.” I whisper.

He slapped my hand away, “Stop that. Just watch over Niall for me.” He turned around facing away from me. So not cute!

I turn around to Niall, “Niall.” I whisper. The boy stirred for a bit then settled down, “I hope I can find your parents soon. It must be lonely.” A tear dropped from his eye. I rubbed it, deciding to sing a song for them to fall asleep to, hoping it would give them good dreams. I closed my eyes, falling asleep to holding Niall’s little hand.

/ / /

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Ugh. Just five more minutes.”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Turn it off already!”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I flung my eyes open, finally hearing the alarm, I went to reach over to my bedside table to turn it off when I froze dead in my tracks, I jumped out of bed screeching, “Who the hell are you guys!?”

I stood in the middle of my room, in a thin see through night gown, with two grown, and attractive guys, laying in my bed where I just was, the two kids no where in sight.

“Why are you yelling so early in the morning?” the one on the right with curly brown hair asked his hand to his head as in pain.

“Who are you?” the blonde one stirred looking at me then turning to the other guy, “Harry? What are you doing in bed with me?” he asked moving away from this Harry guy.

All I could think about was, am I drunk?


Sorry this chapter was a short one. Just getting it prepared for the following chapters to come n_n



I cried during this chapter... how heartless could Liam be? :'(

I am! I love the beginning if it. :)


well I'm glad you were able to find it again lol. I just hope I can still keep you entertained with it n_n

I Love One Direction <3