I immediately whipped out my phone and sent a text out to the boys. Eleanor advised me to act a little bit mysterious, like not telling them our exact location. A smile tugged on my lips as I typed the message, glancing around at our new One Direction t-shirts. Emerald began cracking up as I read it out to them.
To: Nialler, Zany-Baby, Hazza, Lou Bear, LiLi
From: Alex :)
Re: change of plans guys! el, em and I have been out shopping - got some new outfits! :) meet us at the shopping center downtown, by chilli's
"Ohhh we definitely got some new outfits," Emerald remarked, giggling. Suddenly I noticed a devilish smile overcame Eleanor. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her, and she smirked at me.
Em noticed the look Eleanor was giving, and frowned. El asked, "They were on their way to your house, Al? So we have about twenty minutes until they get here?" I slowly nodded. El continued, "Well, I think that's enough time to have a little fun - come on!" She grabbed our wrists and began dragging us to a shop.
"Eleanor!" I squealed, "What are you doing?!" She laughed, rolling her eyes and continuing to pull us through the doors of some make-up store. Emerald and I continued to protest as she lead us to the back if the store, where wigs were.
Emerald huffed as we finally came to a stop. She whisper-yelled, "Will you please tell us what you're doing now?!" I nodded angrily from beside her.
Eleanor laughed, "Yes, yes - give me a second to explain. I want you to think about what I'm saying before you disagree. Okay, the guys are always being swarmed by fans. They don't really pay attention to girls, you know, unless they have really big boobs." Em and I nodded, sharing a look. El smirked, "So why don't WE become part of the swarm?"
For a moment I said nothing, just considered what Eleanor was suggesting. She wanted us to... disguise ourselves as One Direction super fans and mob them like screaming thirteen-year-olds? Yup, sounded good to me.
Emerald agreed and the three of us split up, quickly purchasing wigs and all sorts of different eyeshadow, blush, and plastic jewelry types. As soon as we left the store, we hurried out into a nearby bathroom and began putting on our new buys.
Fifteen minutes later, we left the bathroom looking like completely different people. Eleanor wore a short, red-colored wig with her long, brunette hair tucked up inside of it. Em had her short, blond hair hidden in a curly, black wig. I had a big, blond wig over my own dark hair. Each of us had tons of makeup on - we didn't want the boys to recognize us.
Suddenly my phone buzzed. Eleanor glanced at me, her eyes glinting excitedly. Emerald jumped up and down on the balls of her feet as I pulled it out of my pocket.
I read the message quickly then said, "Ni said they're here! They're waiting for us over by Urban Outfitters. Before we go mob them, we need a plan. I'll text him and say we're on the other side of the mall, so they won't be expecting us yet and we can just look like fans."
Emerald nodded and agreed, "Ooh good idea! Especially since we're right by Urban Outfitters. Okay, so, I don't think we should all go at once - one of us has to be a pawn. El, that'll be you. Alex and I will stand at the shop across from Urban, and you can walk casually down the hall until you see the boys."
"Alright," Eleanor said. "When I see them I'll start screaming maniacally, and you guys will run over?" Em nodded, grinning mischievously. I laughed a little, shaking my head at their insane plan. It really wasn't a bad idea, though.
We checked each other's outfits and makeup one last time. After rearranging our wigs until we were satisfied, then El informed us, "Alright, before we go, just a reminder: don't say our names. If the boys are around and we have to address each other, use some other name, not our real name."
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Simon's Secret (One Direction FanFiction)
FanfikceAlexandra Cowell (White): A secret. Known to the world by an identity that isn't her own. Can you blame her, though? When your dad is internationally famous and owns a record company, you don't want people to know who you really are. Or at least you...