Proving Them Wrong
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“…and what does this…intermen…intermin…intermittent thing mean?”
I scanned the paragraph Narin had highlighted in the photocopied version of our contract. It was Thursday night and we were almost finished with our battle to understand exactly what we were signing ourselves up for.
“I think it means that our schedule isn’t fixed and that there may be periods where we can’t do work.” I stated, my eyes roaming over the words. “As in, we may have to stay longer or shorter.”
“But what about the tickets we’ve booked?” Narin asked. “And editing? They would be cutting it very close if they put it off any further.”
“We’ve got a flexible month between it all,” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind travelling around a bit longer, to be honest.”
We fell into silence once more, focusing on our papers. It had been at least two hours since Narin first came over and we were very nearly done. For the past two nights Narin had come over with a bottle of cheap wine and a box of some sort of food, whether it was Chinese or pizza, and we settled down, giving up after a few hours.
The more I learnt about the girl, the happier I was that she was the person I would be working with on the tour. I flipped the page over and scanned the closing paragraph—nothing too interesting. I quickly picked up my pen and signed the dotted lines, stating the date as well. Narin did the same a few moments later before throwing the thick booklet on the table, nearly knocking over her still half-full glass.
“Oops,” she giggled. “We should go out.”
“Where?” I yawned. “It’s almost ten and we have work tomorrow.”
“It’s almost ten?” She began to fully laugh out loud at me. “You’re such the old woman.”
“Am not,” I protested. “I just don’t want to show up to work tomorrow unable to do anything – especially when we have the meeting.”
“I’m not saying that we should go out and get roaring drunk.” Narin rolled her eyes. “Just a few drinks, meet a few people. Live a little, Alisha.”
My phone began to vibrate, indicating that I had a call. I chuckled a bit as Narin continued to rib me.
“Be quiet,” I hissed jokingly before answering the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Alisha?”
“This is she,” I confirmed, grinning as Narin began to make rude gestures. “Who’s this?”
“Oh, this is, um, Ben.” My eyes widened. “We met at Starbucks earlier this week and exchanged numbers.”
“Oh—Ben!” I exclaimed, catching Narin’s attention.
“Ben?” she echoed a bit loudly, causing me to blush. I had told her vaguely about the man I had met in the coffee shop earlier that week and now she had some convoluted belief that it was the perfect romance novel brought to life.
“Shut up, Narin.”
“Hello Ben!” she all but screamed. “Tell Alisha that she has to go out with me.”
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Proving Them Wrong (One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanficPeople told Alisha that she'd never be able to escape her name. People told Harry that he'd be nothing without his name. Who knew how wrong they all were? Their worlds collide with a force that is unstoppable and now they'll have to prove to the wor...
