Directioners

The Phone Bull

Arizona’s P.O.V

*The next day after The Ellen Show*

I slightly woke to a bouncing bed, my cell blasting Randy Orton’s theme song, and many voices screaming. For those of you wondering, Scarlet, Phoenix and I went home with the boys. Yeah, crazy, right? Well, they asked us while Ellen was airing, so we kinda couldn’t say no. We shouldn’t have gone, or maybe it was a good idea. If anything bad happens, it’s Scar’s fault because she said yes to the invitation, if something good happens, we were all in this together.

Anyways, I pretended to stay asleep, but fully woke when someone said, “They would make a cute couple, wouldn’t they?”

“WHAT THE MIZ!” I screamed, jumping up and falling off the bed I was currently in. Turns out, I would make a cute couple with a pillow. Hm, Parizollow, (pair-eh-zoll-oh) sounds like a nice name.

“Told you she was awake,” Phoe whispered. “She’d never miss her man’s theme song.”

“Shut up,” I mumbled, crawling over to my phone. “Hello,” I answered.

“Mooooo,” a cow said.

“Excuse me?” I corrected.

“Mooooo,” it repeated.

“Stanley?” I asked, getting more excited by the second.

There was a grunt and snort on the other line, as well as a chain moving. Yep, that was Stanley. Oh, BTW, Stanley is an overly smart, one and a half year old bull. Using his ninja skills that I taught him, he probably pressed the four on the barn phone, which is speed dial for yours truly.

“Give me a sec, Stan,” I explained. “I have to get somewhere where no one will here me.”

“Who’s Stanley?” Louis, Niall, Harry, Phoe, and Scar asked. Yeah, never told anyone about him, not even my parents.

“GUYS AND GIRLS,” I screeched, covering the phone because of Stan’s sensitive hearing. “SHUT UP!” I turned my attention back to the phone. “So, how’s it been going?”

My question was answered with various snorts and a collective moo from everyone in the barn.

“Oh, I miss you guys and girls, too,” I responded, clutching my heart. “Did you watch Ellen yesterday?” I heard a click, probably that of a remote, and then heard Ellen talking to us. “Aw,” I cooed. “You recorded it! I’m touched!”

There was a frenzy of moos that soon turned panicked. That meant that dad was coming. The line went dead with a final moo.

I hung up my end, a huge grin on my face. Turning to face the door of a closet I locked myself in, I slowly opened it, poking my head in the hallway. No boys, no girls, good. I stepped out and was tackled to the floor my Louis, who held a carrot to my throat.

“Tell us who Stanley is or feel the carrot’s wrath,” he growled.

I shrugged my shoulders under Lou’s death grip. “I promised never to tell,” I casually replied. “Not even my parents know ‘bout him.”

“How long have you kept this secret?” Phoe and Scar asked in sync.

“About one and a half years, that’s how old he is,” I explained.

“Lou, she must’ve really promised,” Scar said. “Ari can’t even keep a secret for an hour without forgetting it or spilling to someone, whether it be a stranger or the one who told her in the first place.”

“I don’t care, I want to know who he is,” Louis complained. “I mean, seriously! She said he was one and a half years old!”

“Lou’s got a point,” Liam coughed, walking towards us. “How can this Stan communicate with her if he’s so young?”