Just Another Prank (A One Direction/Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

Chapter One

            Why me? She could have asked anyone else, or at least asked me to do it at any other time. But she had to ask me to do it now, and at the same place as my gig. She better be grateful that I show up half an hour earlier to these.

            “Okay, so, what do you want me to tell the big and beefy security man? That you want me to come and fill in for you? I would be tossed out of my own gig, Jess!” I growled when I pulled into Café Corneille.

            “I already called security and told them that I was sick, but they said that it was pretty obvious.” She started laughing, which sent her into a hacking fit that lasted for around a minute. “But they know you're coming and told me to tell you to tell the boys the situation. Love you!” and while leaving me with that helpful information, she hung up and left me sitting in the parking lot. I don’t even know how I didn’t see this coming. With a quick eye roll, I got out of the car and put my phone up in my back pocket. Instead of being greeted by a big and beefy security guard at the door, I was greeted by Max, the café owner, who could also pass for a security guard. Well, except for the playful look that always dominates his icy blue eyes. He grinned at me when I walked up to him and he crushed me into a hug.

            “I’m guessing my friend called?” I asked. I peered over his shoulder and saw that his restaurant was nearly empty. My face fell instantly when I realized that there was only one booth occupied in the very back.

            “Yeah, and by the way, your gig got moved to tonight at eight considering we have some celebrity diners here now.” He chuckled when he noticed my expression. I looked down at the cropped black leather jacket, black boots, white skinny jeans and peach top that I wore for the performance and felt suddenly self conscious.

            “You couldn’t have called me and told me earlier so I wouldn’t have to wear a stage outfit?” I playfully slapped his chest. His loud and outrageous laughter caused the booth occupants to turn and look at us. Max finally noticed and led me back to the boys, who, might I add, where way better looking than I imagined.

            “Boys, this is Piper Cortez,” Max introduced. I smiled at them and they just looked confused.

            “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting someone named Jessica Pritchet?” Suspender Man asked. Max left with a ‘don’t look at me’ look on his face and I had to pull up a chair.

            “She’s sick, and since I had a gig here anyways, she wanted me to come so the lunch she won wouldn’t go to waste,” I explained. They nodded and introduced themselves to me. We got a bit silent after that.

            “You know, she isn’t as attractive as I wanted this fan to be,” Dimple Curls- Harry, I mean, said to Earrings. I think his name was Zayn, maybe? I should’ve paid better attention when they were introducing themselves. Strike one. Zayn looked me up and down and snickered. Strike two. Jess, please let your ‘Oh So Fantastic British Boy Band’ be decent and make me not have to walk out on them!

            “So,” Blondie- Niall, sorry, tried to change the subject, “you said you had a gig here?”

            “Yeah, but it got rescheduled to tonight.” I nodded.

            “Really, what time?” Suspenders added. Crap, I forgot his name.

            “Eight.”

            “What music were you going to perform?” Muscle Man asked. Was his name Liam? I don’t know; I’m just sticking with it.