S.O.S. ✘ One Direction

09: Mentions & Mistakes

A/N The end is the whole point of this chapter.

MENTIONS & MISTAKES

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Don’t you wish your fanfic was hot like mine?

Don’t you wish your fanfic was clean like mine?

Don’t ya?

Don’t ya?

Haha just kidding. We haven’t gotten to that point in our story yet.

Or have we…? *insert creepy face here*

Okay so maybe we have (but not entirely. It’s most likely not what you’re thinking of; don’t get too excited.) Which is why I began with that little song up there in the beginning. So sit tight, buckle your seatbelts, and enjoy the rollercoaster that it life.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young king by the name on Liam. Liam was a handsome lad, with large, strong muscles and a v-line that all the girls craved. But enough of that. One day, after visiting the market for a new source of communication, he returned only to find that his royal subjects had sent him countless letters containing 140 characters or less.

Looking through them, he soon realized that they were all speaking of his day at the market with his two best mates, Sir Harold and Sir Louis. Frightened, he read through a few more of them and came upon the conclusion that they had found out part one of his deepest, darkest secret.

King Liam was even more scared now. He had no idea what to do, when he received a message from his running boy that the council was in need of him. Gulping, he made his way to the council’s room, where they continuously yelled at him about his secret, which also involved Sir Harold and Sir Louis. Nearly driven to tears, they informed him that they were to do all they could to clear up the rumors.

But this hard work was to no avail, for everyone believed that one royal subject that had apparently seen it all, and the council was even angrier. They confronted not only King Liam, Sir Harold, and Sir Louis, but also Duke Zayn and Count Niall. It turned out that they too were suffering from the same secret.

The council then ordered them all to hand in their scrolls, quills, and ink pots, and King Liam was scared out of his mind. The council couldn’t see! They couldn’t see what was on their scrolls! That would be fatal to him and the rest of the group!

But alas, the five lads were doomed.

So that’s what happened! It’s Zayn’s entry now!

What? That’s not enough? I have to give all the details? But…you know what? Whatever, fine. I’ll give you your flacking details.

Sigh.

Here we go. For real now.

“I don’t know Liam, should I get blue, purple, red, brown, or pink?”

“I don’t know Harry, are you seriously considering purple or pink?”

“Purple isn’t a bad color. But you’re right, scratch pink.”

“What do you think, Louis? Blue, purple, red, or brown?”

“But pink is-”

“No. Hush, no pink. Now, seriously, tell me.”

“Brown looks like turd. Don’t get it.”

“Okay, we’ve ruled out two now. Blue, purple, or red?”