The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Wattpad

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Wattpad

I throw myself onto their couch and prop my feet up, readying myself for some type of movie marathon. "Alright boys, bring on Toy Story 3," I say, putting my hands behind my head.

They all just stand and stare at me. "We aren't going to watch a movie," Liam says like it's the most ridiculous thing ever.

I sit up. "Well okay." I feel stupid for thinking that we were going to do what every fanfic does. I literally thought they were going to bust out the movies and popcorn. "So what are we doing?" I want to ask if we're playing truth or dare because that's another thing that happens in every fanfic.

"We are going to relax and enjoy the night off," Zayn says, sitting across a chair, dancing his feet off the end. He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling. I notice the other boys start doing similar activities.

What? That's what they do in their spare time? I stare at them, waiting for them to break out into haha! moments and tell me they're going to watch Finding Nemo, but they don't. Instead they all lounge around, their faces to their phones, acting like any other typical fangirl during her daily life routine.

I glance over at Niall's screen and see the familiar orange background. "What fanfic are you reading?" I ask curiously.

"'The Perks of Being a Loner'," he answers and I recognize the title as one of my very first fan fictions.

"That's not one of my favorite fanfics I've done," I tell him. Actually, I had thought it was one of my most cliche and boring fan fictions. 

"Really? But it's quite good," Niall sits up. "Beth seems to be really different than the other shit characters in most fan fiction. Like for example, instead of thinking like one of the boys is gonna fall in love with her, she accepts that it's probably not going to happen. I mean yeah, there's a bunch of girls out there that we think is beautiful and grabs our attention, but we can't fall in love with every single one of them in a way that they want. You know?"

Niall stares at me and I just feel my mouth hanging open. "You actually got all that from," I glance over his shoulder, "the first fifteen chapters in the story?" I seriously can't believe that we're discussing my fan fiction like it's an actual novel.

"Well, yeah. If it doesn't catch my attention in the first couple pages, how do you expect me to keep going? I'm not the biggest reader around," he shrugs. 

"But you actually read my fan fictions. That's just crazy!" I exclaim and fall backwards into the couch. I knew of course that they have been reading my stories, but to have one of them discuss it with me, within less than a foot away from me? That's just madness. 

"We've all read a couple of them," Niall shrugs like it's no big deal. "Right lads?" 

"Shut up, Niall. I'm reading," Zayn throws a pillow at him from the chair he's laying across. I can see the orange screen on his phone as well. What is this? Some kind of read Lilah's fan fictions day? 

"This is what you do in your spare time?" I can't even begin to understand what's happening.

"No, not really, but we might as well since you're here. I mean think about the opportunity to be able to speak to the writer and find out what they're thinking as they write. Maybe we can uncover some secrets as to why this fandom has such dirty minds," Harry mutters from the floor by Zayn. He's got his back against the chair, his feet out in front of him. 

"A couple of those dirty stories are just too gruesome for me," Liam adds, his nose crinkling. "But, there's a story called Loving Payne and apparently I'm some kind of murderer. But the main girl falls in love with me despite my flaws. I can't imagine actually ever killing someone, but the whole idea is quite intriguing."