Upper Beat (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four

Midhorie's point of view

Great, now we're stuck with these morons. Now isn't that just perfect? I hope you're aware of the sarcasm on that because I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS CRAP GOING ON. It would be better if Austin was here. Who's Austin you ask? He's my boyfriend 

Hahahahaha no he's not.

Shut up, brain.

Well, no, he's not my boyfriend...at least, not yet but who am I kidding!? We're best friends and I bet he doesn't think anything beyond it. I guess I'm stuck in the friend-zone. I sighed exasperatedly. Those pricks gave me an annoyed glance, I gave them the meanest glare I could muster. They immediately looked away. Yeah, that's right, suckers. Let that sink in! You are bad glarers. Glarers isn't even a word. "I don't hear mentoring." Simon spoke through some sort of microphone like those inside the department store. That means he could see us. I groaned and scooted next to the girls. Brielle is still trying to calm down from her 'attack' on Louis. Based on Louis's state at the moment, we could tell that Brielle did a fantastic job rearranging his face...most likely his hair and he's very pissed making girls like me very, very happy. 

My phone buzzed and it was Austin. My heart started to flutter uncontrollably and a wide grin was prominent on my face. 

From Austin the banana: 

Hey babe are u free today? I just got back from the Red tour and we should hang out. I miss you.

Yeah, he calls me babe but there's nothing really to it...to him, that is. 

To Austin the banana:

Sad to say, I'm not. Apparently, I'm stuck with five idiots and Simon is kinda pissed so I don't think I won't be able to leave the studio any time soon. Sorry, text u later. I'll be looking forward to hang.

Thank you, One Direction, for totally ruining my chances with him, if I had any. "Alright, let's get this crap over with." Zayn mumbled. We all decided to agree on that. Well, that's a start. At least we agree on something...

We don't want to be stuck with each other for the whole day so might as well get it over with.

"I don't think the fact that you're all in one room would help you both gain something from each other, I think you should split rooms." Simon said through that dang microphone. "YES! We'll be in the booth and you stay here." Louis yelled. "I don't think you know what I meant at all, Louis." Simon replied. That's because he's not smart. Wait, did Simon reply to Louis? That means he could hear us as well.

Wait, he did find out that we weren't 'mentoring' each other, although, eyes could see that we weren't up for it anyway.

Am I even making any sense?

"Spread out. There are 5 floors. One pair per floor, are we clear?" Simon instructed. 

"But can we--" 

"Are we clear!?"

"Yes." We all said smugly. "I guess I'm stuck with...you." Louis said sounding disgusted. Brielle, as expected, rolled her eyes. "Let's work in the kitchen so whenever you try to annoy me, I can throw a knife at you." Dorothy retorted. Harry flinched at her words. Atta girl. "I call dibs on the kitchen." Niall yelled. "Noooooooo." Gicel said, "The pantry reeks." She added. "Then again, you would blend well with stench." Dorothy remarked. We gave her a nice high five. Niall rolled his eyes. "Sooner or later those eyes of yours will fall on the floor." Brielle said. "Don't you ever take a day off?" Zayn asked quite annoyed. "If you stop breathing, that could do the trick." Allie said. "And it's not like YOU don't roll your eyes." Louis said. "If we do it, it looks so much better, to you, it looks like you have an eye disease." I said. Woops, sorry not sorry. "Oh no you didn't." Liam said. "But she did, deal with it, bub!" Gicel said. "I can still see you, I hope you don't forget that your CAREERS are at risk." Simon blurted randomly, startling us. We scurried out of the room except for Zayn and Allie, I guess they choose that room. I followed Liam to the next floor. I looked at Dorothy's distant figure who walked with Harry, constantly bickering in the process. Unfortunately, Brielle got the fifth floor. "You talk so slow, does your brain think that way too?" I heard Brielle say in the distance. "Are you coming in? I'd be more than happy to shut this door in your face." Liam said. I didn't retort or anything, I just obliged with it. 

I checked my phone and Austin had replied to my text message. I was too caught up with a while ago's argument, I didn't feel my phone buzz.

From Austin the banana:

Aw that sucks. I guess ur busy and I bet ur pissed haha oh well, tell me everything later. Text me later so I could call u. 

I chuckled to myself. I'll text him later. I slipped my phone into my pocket and looked up at Liam who typed furiously on his phone. "Oh you're done." He seemed troubled, other than the fact that we're here together....alone and we hate each other's guts. "Soooo as much as this makes me want to puke blood, our 'mentoring' session can't commence without knowing each other's voice so you should sing for me." Liam said bluntly. I could say something back. Say Something, that's Austin's song. 

Back to the point, I could make a sarcastic remark but I didn't. Well, it doesn't really matter, I still hate him. "I'm waiting." He said impatiently. I sighed and decided to just sing.

Just to get this over it.