My Not So Ordinary Life

Chapter Three

I wake up and grab my phone off my night stand to see what time it is.

Instead of checking the time, I find a whole bunch of instagram notifications. Likes, and comments. From too many people I don't know. It was strange.

Then I remembered that Niall posted a picture of Emma and I from last night at the concert.

I unlock my phone and open instagram to find thousands of comments and likes on all of my photos, and 15,000 new followers. That's just insane.

I go to Emma's page and see that she's gained a bunch of followers too.

I search up Niall and find the picture he tagged us in. In the caption it says, "Had a great night with the birthday girl and her best friend! Go follow them!"

So that explains how I got so many followers... but as I was looking through the comments, it seems that a lot of girls are jealous. They are commenting stuff like, "Is that your new girlfriend?" and "How do you know them?" People were also being judge mental and stating their opinions on what Emma and I look like. Then again, there were always those few comments that were being supportive that the boys had a good time and were happy.

My phone buzzed. Emma texted me saying, "Call me ASAP!!!"

So called her.

"Bella!" she answers.

"Hey Em, what's up?"

"Did you check instagram?"

"Yeah, I was literally just on it. Did you see how many followers we gained?"

"Yes, but did you see who else followed us?"

Emma is freaking out. "No... I couldn't load all of the notifications... why?"

"Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn followed both of us!" She squealed.

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope! This is like the best thing that has happened besides meeting them! Time to be even more instagram famous!"

Emma and I originally had a lot of followers, and got a couple hundred likes. Before the concert we had around three thousand, but we wouldn't call ourselves 'popular'. Although we over heard some people saying that's what they think, it's not at all that way. We have a heart and actually talk to people, unlike the brats who act all snotty because they think they're all that.

There's a knock on my door, and then it opens.

"Hey," Dylan said. "You're up."

"Em," I said to my phone, "I have to go, I'll catch up with you later." And we hung up.

"What was that about?" Dylan asked.

"Just talking about instagram. Guess who followed us?" I said smiling, getting ready to squeal like Emma did.

"Don't know, don't care."

"Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," I told him.

"No, it's not that. I have better news," he said.

"I highly doubt it-"

"My mom and your dad are leaving for a week and we'll be home alone."

I just stared at him. I was never big on my dad doing things with other women. But since my mom died, I'm still trying to accept the fact that he's moved on.

"Where are they going?" I asked.

"No idea, they won't tell me. But the good news is that we get some freedom for a little while."

"Dylan, we're not going to have a party," I said reading his mind.

"I'm older than you, you don't get to make the decisions around here," Dylan said frowning.

"Yes, but age doesn't count for anything. Maturity does, and-"

He cut me off, again. "Whatever, I'm going to see if they need anything else before they take off."

He turns to leave as I say, "they're leaving today?"

"Yep. Last minute thing. They'll be back in seven days."

He exits and shuts my door.

Why wouldn't my dad tell me?

My phone buzzed again. It's probably just Emma, and I didn't feel like checking so I just set my phone back on my nigh stand and laid back down.

I awoke to my phone ringing. I didn't know the number, but I answered anyways.

"Hello?"

"Is this Bella?"

"Yes, who's speaking?"

I hear whispers like the speaker is talking with someone else.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Sorry, ma'am. You still want to know who this is?"

"Niall! Give me back my phone!" I hear a British accent say.

"Hello?" The British accent says.

"Hi..." I say.

"Sorry, Bella. The lads have the tendency to steal my phone and call people."

"Sorry, who's speaking?"

"Harry."

"As in Harry Styles?" I ask.

"Yes, ma'am. As in I saw you backstage last night but we never finished our conversation.

"Oh," I say, "that."

"Yes. We need to find out what you know before things get out of hand." Harry responds.

"Why?" I ask not letting him know that I'm not sure what he's talking about.

"Because it can very dangerous."

"Oh..."

"Yes, so tell me. What were your experiences with you're special ability?"

The way he said 'special ability' bugged me. I don't know why, it just sounds like I have problems.

"Why should I tell you?" I said with a sharp edge in my voice.

No response.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't realize how rude that came out."

"It's okay, love."

"Okay."

Again, there was no response, but I didn't feel like saying anything so I just waited. I heard whispers again so he must be talking to his band.

He expects me to tell him what I can do, but how am I supposed to do that, when I don't even know what I'm cape able of?

"Okay," Harry finally answers. "We will settle this once and for all. Meet me at the Walgreens closest to your house."

And with that, he hung up.

A/N:

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---Katie---