The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Change

Chapter Twenty-Five: Change

-Lilah's POV-

I think it takes me twice as long to get to the drama building than it ever has. My body just protests against my every step. I'm not used to being worked out this harshly and yesterday seriously proved that I need to exercise more. I haven't done much since high school.

I groan as I shove the theater door's open. Since they are part of a drama building, they're much heavier than normal doors. They close silently so that they don't intterupt the actors. It seems like a good invention until you're a sore, overworked girl whose body complains about just lifting one leg before the other.

I notice the lads are already in the room. They're joking and chasing each other around, their typical boy behavior. It exhausts me to even see them running around. How do they have that much energy?! Oh right, they didn't have to go through hell yesterday.

"HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IN LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY?!" Louis sings at the top of his lungs, throwing his arms in the air when he notices me. The other lads cheer and wave at me. They're seriosly acting like little kids and it amuses me.

"YOU'RE A THOUSAND MILES AWAY, BUT GIRL TONIGHT YOU LOOK SO PRETTY, YES YOU DO!" Zayn jumps onto a chair and cabbage patches. He's going to fall. It's inevitable.

"TIME SQUARE DON'T SHINE AS BRIGHT AS YOU! I SWEAR IT'S TRUE!" Niall's turn.

I sigh and shake my head. If they're going to do that the entire time, I'm keeping my distance. I can already feel the headache pounding in the back of my head. I don't need them screaming in my face.

"BABY IT'S YOU. OH IT'S YOU, THEY ADD UP TOOOOOO!" Everyone stares at the curly haired boy standing by himself on the stage. He grins madly at us all.

"Harold, that's not the lyric," Louis points out.

"No, but it's a better lyric," Harry beams him a dimpled smile before jumping off the stage.

I slide my phone out of my pocket and check for a new text message. I had texted Jared earlier this morning with a request, but he hasn't answered back. I only hope that he got the message. I sigh and slide the phone back in before walking the rest of the way towards the boys.

"Morning boys," I greet them.

Louis dramatically bows in front of me. "Why hello madame," he says with a thick accent that I can't place. I roll my eyes at his behavior.

"What did you guys eat for breakfast today? Pot? Cocaine? Meth?" I joke and take a seat. I groan as my body screams at me.

"Nope, one giant bowl of COOOOOOKIE CRISP!" Niall actually howls the name and I hit my forehead with my palm.

"Great, remind me to buy-out all the local stores," I say sarcastically. Not that I could actually afford that. College is way too expensive.

"Oh Lilah," Harry chirps and sits beside me. "You've just got to learn a couple things." He brings his hand out in front of us and slowly moves it from one side to the other.

I look at him with doubt. "Learn a couple things," I repeat. "Maybe you should learn to tone your volume down," I make a twisting knob motion in the air towards him and he laughs.

"Someone didn't wake up on the right side of the bed," he teases, tapping his finger against the tip of my nose.

"Someone doesn't have a right side because every side of her own body is angry," I say back in the exact same tone.

"SASS!" Louis exclaims.

At this rate, I'm going to have to buy earplugs. Do they ever speak at normal volumes? I mean really, I'm only a couple feet away from them all.