I woke up with Michael's arms wrapped around me, which is the best way to wake up. I watch as his eyes slowly and tiredly open, which is a beautiful sight. I try to pretend to be asleep but it's too late, his eyes met mine before I let them shut.
"Nice try, princess," Michael chuckled.
I reopened my eyes. "Good morning."
"You seem to be in a good mood," he grins. "I love it."
"You love that I'm in a good mood?"
"I always love it when my babygirl is happy."
Babygirl. I almost forgot about that name he had for me.
"I'm in a good mood because I woke up next to the best man on this planet," I told him.
"Rude," Calum scoffs as he randomly passes by us. "And gross."
Michael and I look at each other and burst out into laughter. Suddenly we hear a throat clearing and we look up to see Savannah standing outside our cell, a smirk on her face.
"I'm glad you're all awake, because you have quite a show to watch soon," she says.
Oh, right. The execution. That word makes vile rise up in my throat, because it could be my parents or my friends or me getting executed soon. The thought makes me feel sick.
"Why is execution necessary?" I find myself questioning. "How is anyone's death going to benefit you?"
"Mia..." Michael whispers as a warning but I ignore him, standing up to get into Savannah's face.
"Well, them being alive won't benefit me at all," she shrugs.
"And why are the boys in here?" I asked, referring to Michael, Ashton, Calum, and Luke. "Isn't the point of this whole system is to be loyal to celebrities?"
I should've brought this point up sooner but I guess your mind doesn't have a time schedule; I'll say what I say and sometimes it's either too late or too early. All I know is, I want some answers.
"Why, aren't you so full of questions today Mia?" Savannah chuckled.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Well, seeing as my future isn't looking so bright, I might as well ask them. And I do deserve answers."
"You've got a point," she nodded.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Answer my previous question," I demand through gritted teeth. "Why are the boys locked up in a cell when you should be worshipping them?"
"Oh honey," Savannah laughs. "It was never about the bands."
I knew it. This whole "Fangirl" government system was never about fandoms or fangirling; my guess is that it was about power. They say money is the root of all evil, but I think it's power. Savannah wants power, Christine Furder wants power.
"And besides, they helped you," Savannah continued, starting up back away from me. "Therefore, they're no use to us anymore."
She walked away and I never wanted to kill someone so badly in my entire life. But I managed to calm myself down and retreat back to the middle of the cell where Melody was talking to Ashton.
And by "talking" I mean flirting.
"Hi, sorry to interrupt," I said, flashing them both a lighthearted smile. "But I wanted to know when the plan will start."
"You'll get the signal," Melody assures me kindly. "No worries, you can trust me."
I nodded, slightly relieved yet still internally panicking. This plan can go either way; a complete success or a complete failure. It's a 50/50 chance, and that scares the shit out of me.
