Basketcase

The Plan

"A woman?" I asked, furring my eyebrows deeply, suddenly clenching my stomach as the pain eased in.

"Yup," she smiled brightly.

"What-what does that mean? What do you mean?" I remarked, wincing.

Her laugh rose more abruptly before calming, "'What does it mean?' she asks," Marissa conjured chuckling, "It means; no more flat chest jokes, or a large masculine ratio, you will been seen as a-"-her expression drained unexpectantly being replaced with an unsatisfied worrisome twitching frown.-"-oh this won't do," she continued, generally to herself, "Won't do at all..." she pondered aloud.

"What do you mean?" I asked "What 'won't do'?" I said quoting her own words, observing her movements.

"Boys! boys! boys!" she yelled dreadfully, her chanting words resembling a familiar Dr. Seuss character.

"Boys?" I questioned further.

"The boys," she hissed, her teeth grinding under the tightening pressure, her lips creeping into angered smile, picking up her arm and point behind us, her finger stuck out pointing to the door, "the boys."

~~~

"Alright Paul, make sure you're here for exactly eight got it?- Yup. She will be arriving at nine, at the same Airport so you can-yeah. You have the idea.- Yup,- okay- Bye." I slipped the phone from ear; off my cheek. I viewed it in front of me scrolling through previous texts and contacts, and clicked it off. "Okay Simon," I began, shifting my stare to him, "Paul is all set and will be here tomorrow ten hours before the concert."

"Right," he replied staring a his own phone, "I got Louise, the band and tech so we're ready for tomorrow, now we just need to make that announcement," he said, slipping his phone in his back pocket.

"Did that," I confirmed grinning happily, "Sent Harry and the rest of the guys with him."

"No protection?" he questioned, raising a brow.

"I believe they'll be able to handle themselves," I said. I began to smiling slyly just imagining what exactly those fellas would pull off. Suddenly an annoying ring rung up through the halls and in the room; all the phones began ringing, including the one by the bed side table. "And that would be them."

~~~

I lifted the phone from my ear, "It's ringing," I confirmed, shoving the phone into Harry's arms. He stumbled with it, suddenly dropping it but catching it by the cord before the metal hit the ground.

"What? Why am I doing it?" he questioned nervously, the phone slipping in his hands as the palm sweat built.

"Pfft, obviously you're the most convincing," I encouraged rolling my eyes, "and... I don't wanna do it," I mumbled tucking my head into my arms almost covering up my statement.

"Neither do I!" Zayn called softly.

"I'm not moving," Niall said reaching his hand out of the darkness in a confirmation.

Niall stuck himself deep under the desk with Zayn slightly more in view, Harry was ducked beneath the front desk and reached up bringing the phone down with him.

Harry seemed to be staring at the phone, observing it even, he tipped it upside down and right side up, side to side, and flipping the speaker and microphone, "How'd you even know how to work this?" he asked finally.

I chuckled softly, covering my mouth and froze as a voice passed behind us muffled. In the easing silence, I lifted the separate ear piece into his hand pushed it up to his ear, and motion that for him to speak into the microphone attached to the phone itself. "Okay Harry, how many rings?" I asked in a whisper leaning into him.