S.O.S. ✘ One Direction

02: Findings & Vocals

A/N So this chapter is dedicated to @PurelyKay, because technically there was no featured fanfic in this chapter and because of her awesome comment on the first chapter! All of you had awesome comments of course, don't get me wrong! Go read her story Even Angels Die! It's really good :)

Okay, enjoy the chapter!

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FINDINGS & VOCALS

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What’s the craic?

This is Niall, UP IN HERE. YEAH FOOLS. WORD.

Got a bit distracted there.

I don’t really want to write at the moment. My fingers are pretty sore…and yet here they are, gripping the life out of this green pen. Someone save its soul.

Yes, yes, yes, I know – I have to tell you about everything that happened. I don’t see what the big deal is. All we did was read. I thought you were supposed to do that? Isn’t reading caring? Or is that sharing? Or…is that…glaring? Glaring is caring? Does that sound right to you lot?

I’ve just been informed that it’s sharing. Who gives a donkey’s ass? Reading is still caring, and that’s really all we did. No need to blow a fit about it.

Okay…back to the point. Where do I begin?

Well, my side of the story begins the Wednesday after we came back from America. I’m pretty sure I’m the only that had noticed Louis. Like, noticed him. How he was on his phone all the time. Everywhere we went, he’d have his eyes locked on the retina screen. But when one of us lads were in certain proximity – DAMN I’m using big words, mum would be proud – to him, his phone would be back in his pocket and it was as if he was back to normal. But he wasn’t. He looked fidgety…as if he was dying to get back to something.

That Wednesday, I was on vocal rest. Apparently I’d been straining my voice too much, so management banned me from talking for twenty-four fucking hours.

(Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to curse :P)

I couldn’t even laugh! It was the most frustrating thing I’d ever done. Thank goodness my voice is better now.

But, uh – what was I saying? Oh yeah – vocal rest on Wednesday.

Instead of talking, I was using an app on my phone that put text into spoken words. The only thing was, the voice sounded m – m- m- okay, something that starts with an m. M-something. I can’t think of it right now.

It sounded like Siri. But worse.

Get me now?

“My name is Niall.” My phone said. I snorted and kept typing. “I am typing words and my phone is talking. Talk talk talk. Big yellow chalk. On the sidewalk.”

I typed all the profanity – big word again – I knew into the text box, but the only thing my phone said was, “I’m sorry. Words not recognized.”

Pouting, I was about to type some more when Zayn placed his hands over my phone. I looked up at him, confused.

“No, Niall.” He whispered. “Don’t do it. Don’t make up more nursery rhymes.”

I shook my head and pushed his hands off. “No, Zack. I will type what I want when I feel like it.” The robotic – robotic, I thought of the word! It didn’t start with an m at all! – voice said.

“Zack?” Zayn scoffed.

“Autocorrect,” My phone replied.

Harry shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Chicken got your tongue?” he smirked at me.