Be More Realistic

The Planning Process

I grab my purse, and quickly lock up the apartment. J can't read minds, he/she can't tell what I am doing and most certainly can't stop me. I need to get him alone, in a dark place. It might weird him out, but this is necessary. Like, he might die if I don't do this, necessary. I step into my car and speed down the road to the boy's house (I know they don't live together, but bear with me. This is a fanfic, of course its going to stretch the truth). Once I arrive, and run to the door, looking around nervously, and knock. Liam answers.

"Hi Amanda... what are you doing?" he asks, looking puzzled.

"Liam, I need to speak to Harry."

"I thought you didn't want to be friends with him."

"I don't. Look, I'd love to chat, but this is important."

"Oh, kay. I'll be in the living room."

"Good to know. Bye."

I run in front of him, up the stairs, and into Harrys room.

"Amanda? What're you...?"

"Lock your door. Close the blinds. Whisper." I demand. He loks puzzled for a moment, but follows my orders.

"Whats up?"

"Come into your closet."

"O-kay then."

He follows, giving me a weird look. I shut the door and lock it. I also stuff a sweater in the crack so no one can listen. I look at Harry. I whisper.

"I am being blackmailed by a person who calls themselves J, and if I don't stay away from you she/he will either kill me or you. I need your help for a plan though."

He looks shocked, and absorbs the information I just gave him. His expression changes immediately and he looks furious.

"Whats the plan?" He whispers to me.

"Well, we need to trap them. I am not going to stay away from you. I'm going to go to the park, at midnight and pretend to be waiting for you. You will be hiding, somewhere in the bushes, along with the police or security or something. J will show up, most likely with a gun and whoever they are working with. You will jump out after she makes a confession of some sort. J's caught, I can be your friend.

He cringes a little at the word friend but nods. Strange.

He stares at me for a couple of seconds. I look at him with questioning eyes, but notice he is leaning in. I mirror his actions, leaning my head forward. I close my eyes and press my lips to his. My stomach does a major backflip and I practically see fireworks. Metaphorically.

I hear shuffling outside the door, and look at Harry with wide eyes, surprised and a little startled. The doorknob rattles, and I slowly turn the lock. The door flings, and there stands three boys all loaded with weapons. Niall has a baseball bat, Zayn has a knife, and Louis has a broom. They look relieved when they see Harry and I perfectly okay.

"How did you get in here," I ask. "The door was locked..."

Louis smiles weakly.

"Uhm, I picked the lock..."

I laugh. Typical.

"Well, we are fine. I can assure you. I just had to talk with Harry, but we are good now."

"Okey-dokey. You want to hang out here for a while?"

"Sure." I respond. "What should we do?"

"I don't know..."

Louis smiles evilly.

"Lets continue or old round of truth or dare." Louis says.

"No." I answer simply. "We can watch a movie, or swim, or whatever but we aren't playing that stupid childish game again."

He mocks hurt, but then smiles once again. "Okay. Swimming it is."

I smile back. What he doesn't know, though, is that I am forming a prank on him that will get back for interrupting Harry and I's moment.