One Magazine. One Year. One Direction. [One Direction FanFic]

Lost....Again-Chapter Thirteen

Ello!!!!!!!

Courtney here and I am really hyper!! I am watching the One Directions concert DVD and \(^0^)/ ITS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!

Anywho.... here's my chapter ^^

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**Alex :)**

"Uh, Corrine, Are we seriously lost again?" I asked her. She nodded and I sighed. Great. Just flipping great. Then I remembered something. "We aren't completely hopeless!" I yelled, getting weird looks from citizens.

"Why not? It's not like you are fluent in French." Cory said.

"No, but remember when I was forced to take French because my mom was dating some French dude at the time?" I asked her. I have issues with my mom. I should be close to her and all, but after my dad left, I just didn't like her.

"Oh yeah! You wouldn't stop speaking French for two weeks straight. I wanted to punch you in the face then." She said and we laughed. Both knowing that she wouldn't be able to fight me. I went up to some shady looking store and walked inside. It turned out to be a liquor store. I walked up to the counter and some creepy man was behind it.

"Salut. Nous sommes perdus." I said and his eyes widened with amusement. His eyes traveled up and down my body and I got shivers. Cory grabbed my hand and I squeesed it, trying to be the tough one.

"Vraiment? Où avez-vous besoin d'aller?" He asked. (A/N: Really? Where do you need to go?)

"Uh, Le Grand Hôtel Marriott." I replied.

"Je connais le chemin. Je vais vous y aller à pied." He said walking to the back and shouted some orders at another worker.

"What did he say?" Cory whispered.

"He said he will walk us there." I whispered back. I usually never judged a book by its cover, but I had a bad feeling about this. The man walked back out and he nodded towards us. We followed him out the store and after a couple blocks we turned into some dark and scary alley.

"A shortcut." He said in English. He had a thick accent and I quickly made Cory walk behind me.

"If he tries something, run." I whispered.

"What about you?" She asked, wide eyed.

"I'll be fine." I said smiling weakly. "Run and find the police. Use a lot of hand gestures. It helps." We walked more and he stopped.

"I know you Americans aren't good at French. So I will talk in your dirty language." He said coming towards me. He charged at me and I dropped Cory's hand and pushed her away. He rammed me into the wall and Cory had fallen and was frozen in fear. I felt the wind being knocked out of me.

"You really didn't want to do that." I said in a hoarse voice.

"I think I did." He replied coming at me again. In boxing, my oppent doesn't get in more than on average three hits. I ducked and rolled between his legs. He spun around with more agility and speed than I thought he had.

"Run Cory!" I yelled and she took off.  While I was slightly distracted, the man's fist connected with my ribs and I heard and felt a crack. I yelped and he laughed.

"You have pretty skin. I can't wait to see what's under those clothes." He said, his breathing increasing. I ignored the pain and glared. The man was around four times the size of me and I sudden;y had doubts about my fighting. Ryan never said I was good, they just let a girl win for her sake. That insecure moment let him get in another punch, this time to my other side of ribs. I felt more cracking and I screamed. I hated pain. I glared at his face.