Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Fillers

Chapter Fifteen

Kik, Death, and Fillers

Whitney's POV

"Thank you sir. I won't let you down." I spoke into my cell phone that was currently plugged into the wall. Low battery. During an interview. Lovely.

"I'm sure you won't. But do remember, you are just a temp until the lady gets back." Mr. Stone spoke into the phone. I nodded, understandable.

"Yes sir. I will do my best with the time I am allotted. Have a wonderful day."

"You too. See you in Top Shop tomorrow morning." With that we hung up. I dropped my phone and started screaming my head off. I got a job!!! A legit job!! Now to learn to save money. Yay... Raise your hand if you have a shopping addiction.

Harry's POV

"Thank you New York City!!! You've been amazing and so welcoming to us on our first night back in America!" Liam's voice blasted through the speakers. I was itching to get backstage to check my phone.

"Yeah! You guys were just brilliant!" Niall jumped in, or should I say, jumped up... in the air. He has like four times the energy after the show ends. Like he doesn't get the steam off on stage, or something.

"Thank you and see you guys tomorrow!" I decided to end the thank you's. We would be back tomorrow to begin with. The lights began to dim, leaving only the lights from the fans stuff (phones, glow sticks, etc).

I quickly booked it backstage and headed towards my pile of clothes waiting for me to get into.

I changed clothes before heading to the back door, waiting for the lads to meet with me so we could head to the hotel.

I checked my iPhone:

No new texts

No missed phone calls

97 new DM's on Twitter

I scrolled through the DM's, but the reply I'd been waiting for wasn't there. I shut off my phone and slid it into my pocket just as the lads were walking towards me.

"Ready to grab some grub, mate?" Niall asked the four of us. We all nodded, our stomachs empty.

Peter's POV

Aspen and I sat on the couch at my grandparents house, the one Whitney was staying at. I didn't have a tele so we came here.

Aspen was my date and now my official girlfriend. It was nice to be wanted again, to be loved. She took a sip of her tea, half sugar, with a dash of cream. Peppermint cream. I took mine the same way but with just regular cream.

Match made in heaven. (A/N:: Aspen is played by Lucy Hale.. Peter is played by Andrew Garfield.. Ok bye.x)

Sydney's POV

The date last night was horrible. Well I mean it was okay but it just. There was zero chemistry and yeah. Blah. It was nice to be spoiled though.

He was a sweetheart but no. I was tempted to call my new found friend, but wasn't sure if she was with her boyfriend. I called her Ashley cause at first that's what I thought she said her name was. I was wrong. We had a good laugh and quickly became friends.

She didn't know who I actually am nor will she ever. To her, I am Marie Simmers from London who wanted a shot at a slow lifestyle. Not the fast paced life like I had in London.

I sent her a text but was correct. She was with the boyfriend. Good for her. I settled into the couch in my flat and began to watch an old western movie. Not my favorite but eh. I have no life. Well actually, Marie doesn't have a life. No pun intended.

Louis POV

I was tired. I was suck. I was torn. I was hurt. I was confused. I was happy. I was angry. I was hungry. I was just a mess of emotions that were never ending.

Sometimes the fans say the simplest thing makes them think of us. That's how dedicated or obsessed they are. Take green grass.

Grass: Green: St. Patrick's Day: Drinking Pints: Ireland: Niall Horan: One Direction

Simple things in life remind you of the simple things you don't want to think of. The Range Rover we drove around in reminds me of the late night McD runs for Oreo McFlurries. McD's just happens to be Niall's favorite American fast food restaurant so that doesn't help.

I now spend my time singing for tour, eating and sleeping. I try to go out with the lads here and there to make it seems like I was still me. But I think they know something has changed. I dream a lot now. But it's never pleasant. Some people can't wait to go to sleep to dream. I can't wait to wake up from sleep.

Anna revisited my dreams a lot but lately, it hasn't happened so much. She would tell me things about Whitney but my dreams would end with her dying. Every single time. I never understood why and I never caught the killer. I would always wake up before the face was revealed.

I had a feeling it was Sydney but I didn't know. I still don't. Would she be the one to end Whitney's life? Will she come after me to finish the job?

Things like this haunted me. I was on Whitney's twitter everyday, waiting to see if she would tweet. Hoping that I'd be able to talk to her. Make sure she was safe.

The lads didn't like me spending all my time worrying about her. 'Shes fine.' Or 'Shes a grown woman.' Or 'Live a little! Down a pint!' Or 'I know it hurts but you've got to try and focus on the present.'

It was annoying to me that I spent my time worrying about her. I mean she just left. She left me in the damned hospital where I could've died and she wouldn't know until the ten o'clock news.

I wasn't sure if I was mad at her or if I was more worried about the fact she was still in the same country as Sydney. The police had all airports double checking names and faces. So far, no sign of Sydney. But I knew she wouldn't be able to hide forever.

"Louis?" I spun around to see Anna.

"Hi. You're back. Why this time?" I asked, dreading the ending of this dream.

"I have a proposition for you again." Anna smiled sweetly. Again?

"What is it, Anna?"

"I know you said no before. But I want to change it. How about I erase your memory of Whitney... For 30 days? At the end, it will all come back to you."

My eyes widened. My heart dropped. My jaw dropped to the ground. I couldn't help but have mixed feelings. I'd have no worries. I'd be me again. I'd have a chance to just live for a bit. But I love Whitney. She was my world. There was a reason I didn't forget her or want to forget her in the first place.

"You don't have to answer now. But soon." Anna waved the delay off.

I didn't have a chance to respond as I was shaken out of my dream. For once, I realized rubbing my eyes, it wasn't a bad ending to a dream.

A chance to erase Whitney from my brain for 30 days. Did I really want that? Did I want to forget about my love (for 30 days, no less) or did I was the peace and quiet?

A/N:: So I was tired of not updating but I don't have the patience to sit down and completely write up a chapter. So you get this. At least it's something, right? :)

Also, my sister in law is home and doing well. My niece, Cora Lynn was born Thursday May 16 @ 4:02am. Crazy story about it. Thank you for all of your prayers and kind thoughts.xxx

Anyways. I really appreciate those of you who have read, commented, voted and recommended any and/ or all of my stories. It's very, very much appreciated. I love you all and I'll try to update again. Much love.xx -Amanda

P.S. Just to see who actually reads that above^^ comment below with: Ostrich. :) Also what do you think Louis should do? Forget for 30 days?