The Mad Ones (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five - Understand More

            “Where’s Gemma?” Harry asked, and I thought of the least informative answer ever.

            “Out,” I replied, trying to heavily accent my voice, but coming out with sounded like I had a massive speech impediment. Harry nodded, and I was starting to see the upside to my alter ego being from France. I had an excuse to give short, vague answers because that’s all I could say. They do say English is the hardest language to learn.

            “We’re going to go put our stuff up,” Harry said, pointing to the stairs. I nodded, and he picked up his bag, his friends closely following behind him. I watched as they left, and slumped against the wall when they had left. Gemma hadn’t given me any way to contact her, and I was stuck in a situation where I needed some assistance.

            I’d never been much of an actress. If I were a god actress I wouldn’t be where I was. If I were a good actress I wouldn’t have known Gemma. If I were a good actress I would be back home, talking with friends, and hiding everything in. I’m not a good actress though, and I did know Gemma, and I was where I was. I wasn’t a good actress and I was being asked to put on an award winning performance.

            While Louis and Harry were upstairs I scanned the room for something to do, so that when they came downstairs I wouldn’t be asked questions. I could’ve easily switched on the television, but that wasn’t the most consuming activity. My blue eyes roamed the room until they finally landed on one of Noelle’s books, but some author that seemed to win a lot of awards judging from the little badges on the majority of her covers. A book. Time consuming, thought consuming, and overall the perfect choice.

            By the time the two boys came down I was in a cushioned chair, only able to seat one. I was staring at page of fifty of what was turning out to be a romance novel, and my hair was falling around my face. I would hope this would give off the impression I wasn’t in the mood to talk, but it only encouraged conversation.

            “You’re reading an English book?” Harry asked, his voice no longer slow, but normal … a little fast paced even. I paused my reading, lifting my eyes to realize he was staring at the title of my book, which was, as a matter of fact, in English. I nodded, as it was obvious. It was a silly thing to mention, it was just a book.

“So you’re English is pretty good then?” Louis asked, and I froze.

            That’s right, I’m French.

            “I understand more than I can say,” I replied, mentally slapping myself for being so stupid to pick up a book written entirely in English. Harry started to say something, but a ring carried throughout the room. Louis slipped out his phone, and he sucked in a breath.

            “I have to take this,” he said in apology. Harry shrugged it off, and he pushed himself up off the couch he and Louis had sat down on. “I’ll just walk outside,” he muttered, moving towards the front door, and disappearing out the door, leaving it slightly ajar as he passed through it. His voice just a whisper now that he was out of the house.

            “So you can understand me when I speak in English?” Harry asked, and I took a second to think before I answered with a nod. Harry smiled at me and I looked back down at my book, but he spoke again before I could start to read the novel. “I can understand a bit of French,” he added, and I lifted my eyes just above the book, paper with ink still in my view.

            “That’s nice,” I replied, finally getting a decent accent to go with my English, although it still sounded more like I was Dutch rather than French. Harry nodded and once more I wasn’t given a chance to get into Noelle’s book.

            “I can teach you to speak more English,” Harry said, and at that point I just closed my book and set it down on the coffee table. I bit my bottom lip and looked at the television, because that one of my two choices. I could either watch a show, or have an excuse to speak some English. Both had their ups, but one outcome appealed more than the other.

            I shrugged, leaning forward and smiling at him, hoping that would answer my question. “That sounds great,” I replied slowly, out of the corner of my eye noticing that Louis had closed the door entirely. “I teach French,” I replied, purposely leaving out words, trying to lessen my knowledge of English. He nodded and leaned forward as well.

            When I snuck a glance towards the door that Louis was hiding behind I caught a glimpse of the clock. One hour down, about three to go. Only now I wasn’t alone.

Authors Note ~ Yay! I updated, and sorry it took a while. I recently made a book trailer for this lovely book, and I've gotten some good feedback on it! If you'd like to see it's posted on the prologue I think, or if you press more info you should see it on the side :D Anyway, I really do hope you liked this chapter, and I have a question for you.

Do any of you predict any relationships in this book? If so comment below.            

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Luce