The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Lights Out

Chapter Twenty-Six: Lights Out

-Lilah's POV-

This next week passes in a blur and suddenly it's Friday. Tuesday had consisted of improvisation, something that I was good at, and thankfully, was not physical. Three girls got cut immediately after standing on the stage and looking like an idiot. Louis was really laying it tough on everyone.

Wednesday had been a nightmare involving Louis' sudden obsession with fencing. He thought it would be cool to show it in the movie and filmed the boys and girls fencing on the stage. I still have bruises from where Lena hit me too hard. One of the girls quit as soon as she heard she'd have to wear a helmet.

Thursday was a blur due to the fact that it involved more physical activity. I shut my brain down to avoid the constant body complaints.

I mean really, this was literally the hardest week.

So by Friday, I'm feeling completely worn down and exhausted. There's only three of us girls left including myself, Lena, and Kara, some girl I didn't really pay much attention to. I have a feeling I'm only still in this thing because they don't want to tell me I've got to move on.

Throughout the week the filmed everything and even took videos on their phones and sent it to me. I had set up an email for all videos and now my laptop seems to just be filled with One Direction memorabilia. Not like I'd ever complain about that though.

Now, I'm laying on the stage, my laptop in front of me, and the boys doing something behind me involving one of the cameras. They gave us an hour break as usual and the other two girls decided to get something to eat.

Not me though, nope. I'm going to lay here and work on their movie.

Who knew how entirely exhausting this would be?

A body lays beside me and I turn to see Niall, his head on his hands. "What're you doing?" He asks, looking at the screen filled with pictures.

"Editing," I say simply.

"We got a phone call this morning."

I sigh and close the laptop. I won't be getting any work done with Niall here. I turn over and lay on my back, staring up at the wires that go across stage.

"From?" I ask.

"Management. We've only got this weekend left before we have to hit the road again."

I saw this coming but didn't think it would be so quick. Niall tells me about their upcoming show stops and how they have to hit the road by Monday afternoon. We talk about the amount of film we used on them and how the movie should turn out pretty decent. I haven't seen all the footage yet, but I know there's a lot of the boys just talking to the camera.

"You know what the coolest part is about the movie?" Niall imitates me and lays beside me, staring upward. The stage vibrates beneath us with the other boys running around.

"What?"

"The fact that there's no script or direction. We basically got to be ourselves in front of the camera. No judging. No pretending. Just us," he turns his head to smile at me. "It's nice. Thank you."

My heart warms at his kind words. "You're very welcome, Niall. I'm glad that you guys like the movie idea."

"Absolutely, it's brill-"

"MACBETH!" Someone screams and I holy upwards. I see Harry with his arms out and I know it was him. "MAC-" Louis practically tackles Harry down, his hand over his mouth.

Damn it, Harry. Don't you know anything about theater suspicion?

I get to my feet and go over to them. Louis keeps his hand on Harry's mouth but Harry's trying to get free. Zayn and Liam keep cackling with laughter, Niall joining in.

"Harry! You can't say that in here!" I exclaim.

"Why not?" Liam asks me, still laughing.

"Suspicion," Louis answers. "Bad things happen in a theater when you say it, HAROLD." Harry pushes Louis off of him and then sucks in a deep breath of air.

"Mate, when you cover my nose and mouth, I can't breathe!"

"Sorry, Harry," Louis gives him a smile. "But you need to spin in circles, spit, and say a cuss word."

Part of me fangirls over the fact that Louis knows theater nerd suspicions.

Harry rolls his eyes but gets up and starts spinning. He spits on the ground then throws his arms up. "MACBETH!" He screams again.

"Harry!" Louis scolds his best mate and grabs his leg. "You're going to kill us!"

Harry just laughs along with the other boys. "Oh relax, Lou. There's no such thing as bad luck. I mean, sure there is when you break a mirror or walk under a ladder or-."

The lights all go out and I scream, the boys laughter dying immediately. "Wh-what's going on?!" Zayn exclaims. He's afraid of the dark.

"The lights went out," Liam says and earns himself smart remarks. "Just stating the obvious," he mutters.

"It's Harry's fault."

"Louis, it's not my fault!"

"Yes it is! If you didn't say Macbeth, then-" Louis gasps. "SHIT! I said it!" I hear the shuffle of feet, a spit, and then Louis says, "FUCK!"

I shake my head. Louis will be Louis.

"Everyone just calm down. There's a door in the back, we can open it and light will come in," I say calmly.

"WHAT?! THE BACK?! YOU CAN DIE BACK THERE!" Zayn whines.

I feel around with my feet, trying to remember how close to the edge I was standing. "Be careful guys. The stage ends and it's a big gap."

Everyone starts walking around. My toe stubs into something and I touch the object, recognizing it as a camera.

"Don't break anything, boys."

"Yes, mother," Louis jokes.

I laugh among the boys in the dark as we all search for a way off the stage. Things crash around us but no one takes too much damage since there's no sudden screams or falling.

About ten minutes later a light shines and I turn to see Harry holding his phone, using it as a flashlight.

"Harry?! You didn't think to do that like ten minutes ago?!" I groan and get off the floor, I had been crawling slowly, trying to locate the edge of the stage. Turns on I'm in the completely wrong section of the stage.

"I was entertained with you all making noises," Harry states. He sits down and everyone goes over to him.

My phone is somewhere in the audience and leaving the stage doesn't seem like the best idea right now. Niall and Liam's phones light up as well and they place it in a sort of circle around us. The light is pretty good considering their from phones.

"Where's Zayn?" Niall looks around us.

"Here," Zayn calls out and crawls over to us, sitting in the middle of the circle we had formed.

"Zayn, get out from the middle."

"No way, it's lighter here," he protests.

"So what now?"

"Now we wait until the lights turn on," I say.

"This could take a while," Niall mutters and leans back on his elbows. "Who's up for some ghost stories?"

We all agree, except Zayn, but he'll get over it. Looks like having no light actually has a benefit. Scary stories with One Direction? Who wouldn't want that?

**A/N**

Sorry to anyone reading this. Yeah things are going to fast forward because well, Im just not feeling this fanfic as much. So I'm trying to finish it.

So it will be updated a bit more frequently. Chapters will be shorter.

And hopefully in less than a week, this fanfic will be complete.