Because I love you, take a picture.
Oh my Golden God, Hazzabear. Oh. My. Golden. God.
Everyone, this is my future husband.
~ Mara x
Maralie looked around. "Hello? Ember?"
She tiptoed around, humming Little Things to herself. She looked around a corner and blinked. Was that... One Direction?!
Maralie shrieked and ran towards them, all hopes of being quiet destroyed.
"HAAAARRY! NIAAAALL! LIIIIIAM! ZAAAAAAYN! LOOOOOUUIS!" she screamed, tackling them.
She went straight through them and squeaked as she hit the ground. She looked up at the boys and noticed they were in the same position as they were before. Like the ones on her posters...
They were holograms.
Something hard hit her head and she cried out, then fell to the floor.
Maralie moaned as she sat in the room, tied to a chair.
"I hate being in this position," she muttered.
"It makes your lips so kissable, And your kiss unmissable, your fingertips so touchable, and your eyyyy eyes, irresistable! IRRESISTABLE!" she scream-sang her favourite 1D song loudly, "IRRESISTABLE! IRRESISTA-"
The door flew open and some random dude walked in. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled.
"WHAT THE HELL'S IT LOOK LIKE?!" Maralie screamed, imitating Louis Tomlinson in the 1D X Factor Tour Diaries.
"Shut up before I break your puny little arms!"
"Please," Maralie mumbled, still doing the video diary impressions. "Lads, while I have some dignity."
The man frowned. "What?"
"LOUIS, ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Maralie screamed, "STEADY ON! YOU'RE PULLING OFF MY FACIAL HAIR! OOOHHH PRESS UPS!"
The man stared at her. Was she off her trolley?
"MASKING TAPE. A MAN WITH CAKE. TAPE."
"Just shut up!" the man yelled, exasperated.
"HAAAAARREHHHH YOU CHEEKY CHAPPIE!" Maralie giggled. "WHAT'S THIS? AAAAAAAHHHHH THAT REALLY HUUUURTTTTT!"
The man blinked, then shook his head and excited the room.
"Loooouis made teeeeeaaaaa," Maralie sang, "YORKSHIRE TEA. AND HE PUT SALT IN IT. AND ZAYN DRANK IT. HAHAHAHA."
"Louis," Eleanna chatted happily on the phone, "we're going to Ireland!"
"Tell Harold not to go off with any other Irish girls," Louis Tomlinson warned, "Jane is the only one."
"HARRY DON'T FORGET YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" Eleanna screamed. Liberty hummed as she glanced at the portable DVD player in her lap.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light outside and Liberty almost screamed. She hated lightening.
"Please everyone, refrain from panicking," the voice over the intercom said, obviously panicking. "This will be a bumpy ride."
Harry closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Obviously he didn't like lightening either.
The whole place was covered in light, and then everything turned black.
"Mmm," Molliana moaned, swatting at whoever was above her.
"It's Ash," the voice said, wavering a bit.
Ashton? Molliana thought, why the hell is Ashton here?
She opened her eyes and jumped a bit when she saw how close he was.
"Holy mother of Nandos!" she yelled, punching him in the jaw.
Dammit. She was turning into Mara.
"Ow!" Ashton yelped, falling backwards and holding his cheek.
"Personal space!" Molliana glared at him, sitting up. She groaned as her neck cracked and she lolled her head around in a circle.
"I was trying to wake you up!" Ashton glared back. He rubbed his cheek and sighed, reaching out his hand.
"I can get up myself," Molliana growled, pushing herself off the bed she was currently lying on. She shrieked as she fell to the ground and Ashton smirked.
"You sure showed me," he chuckled, grabbing her arm and hauling her up. She scowled at him, detesting everything about him. Especially his stupid hair. It made him look cute.
"I hate you," Molliana muttered.
"Do you really?" Ashton said, the smirk on his face growing ever so bigger by the second. "Oh really? I guess I can just take the stitches out of your hip so."
Molliana stared at him. A moment dragged by.
"Wait, dude," she said, eyes widening. "You didn't take off any of my clothes, right?!"
"Of course not," Ashton frowned.
Molliana sighed contently.