Extra! (One Direction fanfiction)

BallsOfDoomOPhobia... It's a Real Thing.

Shorter chapter here... Probably could've included it with the previous one... Oops? ;) Oh well! Well, hope y'all enjoy it! Tell me what you think about all this!! Ohh and at this point, Kellie & Niall's last name is "Scott", so don't worry, I'll be going back and changing that momentarily! Love you xx

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“Oh, CRAP!” I heard Abbie shriek behind me. I leaned over the rail and made a whistling noise going down, down, down… 

“Buussccchhhhttttt! BOOOMM.” I attempted an explosion noise. 

All of the girls behind me froze. I didn’t need to turn around to see that. I was just enjoying these few seconds of stunned silence before the chaos would break out.

And, three, two, one-

“Holy shit!”

“Oh- Oh my- Omigod!”

“She fucking KILLED him!”

“Damn, I can’t believe he didn’t see that one coming! Too funny!”

“She’s gonna go to jail…”

“Has she lost her fucking mind?”

Yeah, I’m gonna go with that last one.

“You guys are all so stupid!” I rolled my eyes as I spun to face them. They still hadn’t approached the rail to look over, afraid of the sight that would meet them.

“But, Kellie-” Kaylie nodded toward the railing and widened her eyes for emphasis.

“But nothing, Kay. You are all making a huge deal out of absolutely nothing!” I chuckled.

“Kellie. You just pushed him. Over the rail on the second floor of a public mall! You are going to be convicted of murder!” Abbie squealed the last part out.

“Did you really just do that?” Sasha asked quite blondishly. I always hated dumb blondes…

“Yes, Sasha dear, I just pushed your boyfriend over the rail.” My voice was sickly sweet.

Her blue eyes widened in sudden realization and fear. “Oh, my god, is he dead?”

“Hold on, lemme check…” I held up one finger. Then I turned around, leaned over the edge, and then turned back to face her, crossing my arms. “Yep. He’s dead. Splattered all over the ground.” I made a gesture towards the floor. At her horrified expression, I decided to continue on. “In fact, his brain rolled into Claire’s, if you were interested. I mean, you might actually wanna swap yours out for his! Not that it will make that much of a difference…” I laughed.

“Oh, shit, he’s actually dead?!” Ashlie’s eyes widened. 

“Why don’t you come and look for yourself?” I shrugged and motioned to the rail. Ashlie quickly stepped forward and leaned boldly over the rail. I saw her bite her lip before resting her head on the rail. “Anyone else?” I turned to the rest of the girls. Slowly, one by one, they all came forward, and at the same time looked over the edge.

They were all met by the sight of Harry’s body, quite intact, resting on a pit of colored plastic balls.

I had of course known of the ball pit beneath us, or else I would have never pushed him over. Well, I probably would have anyway, but whatever. His fall had been horrifying for him and he fainted mid-air. So he was lying, unconscious, on a pit of colored balls.

Priceless. 

So immensely priceless that I just had to take a picture with the camera that I stole from his pocket just before I pushed him over the ledge. As the girls gawked, I snapped pic after pic, posting several on Twitter, mentioning him of course, and life was good.

After a few moments of shocked silence, Ashlie burst out laughing. Then Kaylie. Then, finally, Abbie. While I gazed upon my work smugly and Sasha and the other slut just stood there, staring in disbelief.

“So, is he dead?” Sasha asked again.

I glared at her, irritated. “Yes. Yes he is. The balls of doom killed him.” I said sarcastically.

“Oh, my gosh! You know, I’ve always had a phobia of those Balls of Doom…” Sasha trailed off, turning even more pale. 

I just rolled my eyes, saying, “Ballsofdoomophobia?”

Sasha nodded quickly.

“So… What now?” Abbie said as she stopped laughing.

“Well… At some point in time, I would like to go home and put these pictures all over the internet. But, right now, I’m thinking that we go on down there and gloat.” I smiled devilishly.

As we headed towards the escalators, we heard the sharp clicking of heels behind us and the cries of, “Wait! Wait!” From Sasha and the other slut.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. “What?” I growled, irritated.

“Um, what should we do with the body?” Sasha whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

I was dumbfounded. Why? I don’t know. I should’ve expected it. But still.

“Um… Are you fucking kidding me?” I chuckled. At her facial expression, I quickly sobered and said, “Oh, my god, you’re not kidding.” 

Then we all burst into laughter.

“Ugh, it’s not funny! The hottest guy in school is lying down there, dead, and you’re just, just… laughing at me! It’s not fair!” Of course, Sasha’s rant and her pouty expression just made us laugh harder.

“Ok, Sasha, why don’t you come with me!” I laughed and dragged Sasha with me towards the escalator. On the ride down, I tried to stifle my giggles, but it was pretty damn difficult!

As we approached the ball pit, the balls began to shift as Harry began to regain consciousness.

“AH! The Balls of Doom are ALIVE!” Sasha shrieked. We all giggled.

“Yo, Harry!” I yelled in his ear, making him shoot straight up.

“Ah! What, the…” his eyes quickly focused on my smug face. He reddened. “Y- y- YOU!” He sputtered, shoving a finger in my face. “You could’ve killed me!” He shook the finger in my face.

“Whoa, there cowboy!” I said, pushing his finger out of my face. “I’m pretty sure that plastic balls aren’t lethal, ok?”

“Yes, they are!” Sasha gasped from behind me. “The Balls of Doom have claimed many lives! That’s why I have Ballsofdoomophobia!” She said, completely serious, with her eyes so wide they may as well have been popping out of her head.

“What?” Harry said, unbelieving. 

“Yeah, a real keeper ya got there.” I said sarcastically, turning on my heel. “C’mon, girls.” I said. One by one, they fell in step behind me.

“Hey! Stop right there!” Harry yelled.

“I can’t hear you!” I yelled back.

“STOP IT!!!” 

“Um, I’m gonna go with NO!”

“This is NOT over, Kellie May Horan!”

“Who said it was?” I sniggered.

And we walked out.