Chapter 28
Lucy came over to my house after picking me up from the airport. When we pulled in the driveway, Alex's car wasn't there, so maybe that was a good sign. We called Hailey and Alli who gladly came over. We were all sitting in my room, on our laptops and phones.
"Ahh!" Hailey screamed.
"You found some?" Alli asked, looking over at her computer.
"No, I just saw a picture of them." She said, and we all sighed.
"Wait, I have a question." Lucy started. "Why are we looking for four One Direction tickets? We already know them." She pointed out.
"But we all miss them." Alli said.
"And we wanna see them." Hailey said.
"Got it!" I screamed.
"Really?!" Everyone squealed, rushing over and looking at my computer over my shoulder.
"Four seats." I said, pointing to the screen.
"Yeah, in the very back row pretty much." Hailey whined.
"Yeah, and there's still five backstage passes." I smirked.
"No way!" Alli said.
"No joke!" I laughed. "But we have to buy tickets to." I said.
"Good. Which show?" Lucy asked.
"It's next weekend, that Saturday." I said.
"Good, so we wouldn't miss any work." Alli said.
"Where is it?" Hailey asked.
"It's in Honolulu." I said.
"As in Hawaii?!" Hailey screeched.
"No, as in Nebraska." Alli said.
"Oh my god I've never been to Hawaii!" Lucy screamed.
"I thought it was in Nebraska?" Hailey joked, making us laugh.
"Okay, I just bought them." I squealed.
"With what?" Alli asked.
"I know Uncle Paul's credit card number." I smiled.
"I thought he told you it was for emergencies only." Alli laughed.
"This is an emergency!" I yelled as I heard the sound of a car door slam from outside.
"Who's that?" Hailey asked.
"Alex." I whispered, still in shock he actually had the nerve to come.
"Hide." Lucy said and the girls all ran into my closet.
"Jesus Christ it's huge in here!" Alli said, looking at the closet.
"Shoes, and more shoes." Lucy gawked.
"How did she get these? They're not in stores for another three months!" Hailey yelled, picking up some Tory Burch flats and shutting the door behind her, silencing everyone.
Alex burst open the door to my room, without knocking and I quickly shut my laptop.
"Thanks for knocking?" I said.
"Come with me." He said, grabbing my arm and yanking me off of the bed.
"Ow!" I screamed, letting the girls know something was going on.
"Leave your phone." He said.
"What?"
"Leave your phone!" He yelled, louder and I dropped my phone on my bed, and followed him to his car.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Not to a One Direction concert, that's for sure." He laughed.
"Alex, where are you taking me?!" I demanded.
"Daniel told me you guys hooked up last night. He said he was also at that hotel you guys went to." Alex said.
"What?! Alex, he's lying!" I yelled.
"Really, Ariana? Who do you think I'm gonna believe?" He asked, and his phone rang. He answered it, putting it on speaker.
"Hey Daniel, I've got a little friend here." Alex said.
"Alex, there's a problem." Daniel said.
"What?" Alex asked.
"Ever since you left her house, her phone's been blowing up with calls." Daniel said and I looked at Alex. He's been tracking my phone?
"From who?" Alex asked, completely ignoring my glare.
"Her Uncle, Harry, everyone from One Direction basically." Daniel said. Good, that means Alli, Hailey, and Lucy told them.
"Well, no one would let them leave. Number one: they're still on a plane so they have no where to go. Number two: I've done some research, and One Direction has to complete five shows before returning home for emergencies." Alex smirked.
"Okay. See you soon Ariana!" Daniel yelled, and hung up.
"Alex, where are you taking me?!" I yelled.
"You'll find out soon enough." He smiled, pulling into the hotel Harry had taken me to last night.
(sorry i know this one was short, but it was meant to be. short and sweet :) xx)
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