Any Direction (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)*Editing

Chapter Sixteen

                                                                            Chapter Sixteen

   Walking out of the arena, Harry's phone buzzed in his pocket.  "Oh, it's Liam," he said, answering the call.  "Ello'?  Yes Liam, it's Harry.  No, Lou is not with me.  I think he went on a date with Autumn. Hey, speaking of dates when you gonna ask Rebecka out?  Woah!  Sorry!  I'll be at the hotel in a little bit!  Kay, bye."  Harry ended the call with that.

        "What was that about?"  I asked, resting my head against Harry's shoulder.  I had decided to leave out that I was leaving three days once the Olympics ended.  I was going to enjoy this time I had with him.   No matter how short it was.  

         "Liam wanted to know where Lou was.  Apparently he still isn't back yet,"  he shrugged.   A small breeze began, sending a chill down my spine.

            "BREE!  HARRY!"  A voice shouted.  Harry and I whipped our heads around to see Niall and Zayn sprinting towards us.   "Help!  Rebecka's after us!"

             "I can't believe you!" Rebecka shouted, her blond curls bouncing up and down.  "Why would you sell Libecka merchandise!?"

             "I don't know!  Maybe we wanted some extra cash!"  Niall retorted before retreating back behind Harry.

              "You make like a billion dollars a day!"  Rebecka exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air due to frustration.

            "Yeah, well I still need money for food!"  Niall retorted.

           Rebecka shot daggers to them.  "Whatever.  Liam wants to meet up with me so I have to leave any way."

            "Ooh," Zayn joked, a smirk plastered onto his face.  Rebecka took a step forward, raising her fist as if to punch someone.  Zayn quickly cowered behind me.

               "One day she is going ot hurt you," I giggled.  It was true.  Rebecka had a habit of doing that.

             Niall and Zayn exchanged glances.  I chuckled a bit to myself.  I was about to say something else when my phone vibrated.   It was a text from Autumn.  "Hey, Harry, I just got a text from Autumn."

             "Well?  What does it say?"  he asked, peering over my shoulder.

          "It says, 'Heeeyyyyy gurl! Sorry I havn't txted in a while!  Lou and I were just walkin outta the diner we ate at when a bunch of fans and paps found us!  We've been runnin round london for like 20 minutes!  Help! XXX Autumn' ,"  I read, slipping the I-phone back into my jeans.

              "Well that normally is around Foster Lane or Cripplegate," Niall chimed in.  Harry and Zayn looked at him, clearly confused.  "What?  Am I the only one who reads the street signs?"

                 "Yes!  You are!"  Harry and Zayn replied.

                 "Foster Lane is only six minutes from here," I sighed.  "Let's go."

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As we approached Foster Lane we could see nothing but dark streets and dim street lights.

       "Well this was all for nothing,"  Zayn grumbled.

       "No, the street doesn't end for about fifteen minutes," Harry commented.  "Listen,"  We all went quiet only to hear the faint screams of what sounded like teenage girls.

        "Fangirls!"  Niall smiled, "Fangirls,"  he said again a bit more frightened.

        As we began are way down the street, Harry quickly grabbed my hand again.  "Should we get the 'Barry' merchandise out of layaway?"  Zayn asked Niall.

          "No, they aren't as fun as Libecka,"  Niall shrugged.  I could see Harry roll his green eyes at the two nineteen year olds.  

             My phone buzzed once again.  I unlocked the phone to see another text from Autumn.

          Where are you??????   I can't take any more running!  I was made for volleyball!  Not track!  XXX  Autumn

         "Trying,"  I mumbled even though she couldn't hear me.  "Look!  I see Louis!"

          "Louis!" Harry shouted, trying to get his attention.   Harry took a tighter grip on my hand as we came upon the fans.

           "Look!  It's 3/5 more of One Direction!"  A girl shouted.  I recognized that voice.  I had heard it scream at the computer constantly at Autumn's house.  It was her younger sister, Alexa.  Fifteen years old.  Die hard Directioner, just like my sister Bella.   And a total tweeter.  She ran an account that knew where One Direction was nearly every five seconds.

            "Alexa!?"  I shouted back, confused at why she would do this to her sister.  They always had a good relationship.  Why sabatoge Autumn's first date with someone decent?

            "Bree!"  Alexa shouted back, desperately pushing through the crowd of girls.  I letgoof Harry's hand, trying to get to her.  "Thank goodness your here!"

              "Where's Autumn?"  I asked, looking around trying to pick her face out.    Alexa didn't reply.   "Okay then.  What happened?"

               "I was with Bella when I saw the other fans chasing after Louis.  I didn't know Autumn was with him.   I need the news for my blog.  So, I went after them,"  she paused for a second. "  I pushed my way to the front and saw Autumn.   I ran up to her screaming her name.  She had just got done texting you, when they made it to the end of Foster Lane.  That's when the fans caught up to them.   I-I,"  Alexa couldn't finish.

                "Alexa Nicole Conway.   Where.  Is.  Your.  Sister?"  I asked, a lot more stern.  \

               "Bree," she started, her voice quavering," that's the thing.  I don't know."