Stuck (One Direction)

8 - Rumor Has It

I smiled and wiped away my tears. "I'm not even mad about that right now. But do you think the boys'll blame it on me?"

"We don't know them," said Nick, "but if they have any common sense they won't."

"Thanks. You two are actually pretty decent." I pulled them in for a hug and noogied their head. "I guess I should call them." Just as I was reaching for my phone, I saw Zayn was calling.

"What in the actual f--k is going on?" He asked, breathless.

"I didn't do it, I swear!"

"Then who did? You're the only one that knows our numbers!"

"No, my sister! She stole my phone and posted it on her Tumblr!" Tears stung my eyes as I began to panic, but I quickly wiped them away with a trembling hand. "You have to believe me, Zayn, you know I wouldn't do anything like this! Oh, but it is my fault, isn't it? If was watching my phone--"

"Calm down," he sighed, probably very stressed. "Where was your phone?"

"It was in my back pocket."

"How does someone steal something--"

"Because she got mad and pretended to hit my bottom, she must have pulled it out then."

"And you honestly didn't notice?"

"Honestly," I replied, agitated. "Just...do you believe me?"

"Yes."

"What about the other boys?"

"They're all upset and Niall's just confused."

"I'm so, so sorry...I should have confronted her earlier or something and--"

"Bitzy, calm. Down. It's alright! We'll get our numbers changed, this has happened to many other people before us, I'm sure it'll end up alright."

"Please, please tell them it wasn't me!" I really wanted to stay with them in Seattle and learn more about them, they were fun and weird. It's sort of absurd to say you like someone as much as I liked them after only knowing them for that short a time, but they were likable guys. Sure, me and Liam got into a fight (but then made up, unf, may I add) and Niall got me drunk, but they're cool.

"I will! Just try to calm down, will you? Get settled in."

"I don't know if I can!" I moaned, "I don't want all those girls thinking I leaked it or something and hating me! And I don't want the boys--"

"What did you buy?"

"W-what?"

"What did you buy? Tell me what you bought while you were here."

"Oh...well...." I started unpacking my bags and taking all of my stuff out, describing the things I had gotten. Soon enough, I babbling on and on about the shops and how wonderful they were. I'm sure the whole time he was just saying, "mmm" and agreeing with me he really wasn't paying attention. As I started to talk about sales tax and prices he started listening and laughing.

"This would be brilliant," he whispered.

"Hmm?" I asked, confused. He had said it completely out of the blue in the middle of a sentence.

"Oh, nothing. Sorry."

"No, what are you talking about." I smiled and sat down on my bed.

"N-nothing, forget it. Anyway, the boys are back."

"They left?"

"Yeah, they were confused and left to talk to management or something."

"Oh, can you explain to them what happened?"