The Wrong Direction

Chapter Eight

A/N: The video on the side is an old clip from Louis and Harry's Twitcam in like 2011 singing Barbie Girl.  You might be confused about why I'd post that on here but if you read on into the story you'll see why. ;)

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And remember people: you may not be plastic, but you are fantastic!!  Never forget that!

Adriana

Chapter Eight

It seemed like I barely got any sleep before I heard a girly voice shout in my ear.  And it's just too bad I got woken up, because I was having the best dream that I've had in a long time.  I was eating Italian food with Niall.  I mean, who doesn't like Italian?  I think that dream would make anybody happy, even if they didn't like Niall - although who could hate Niall?  Only crazies, I'm sure.  By this time I don't even have to wonder who was screaming in my ear.  Obviously it was Ben.  Oh why can't he just go through puberty yet?  It's such a shame.

"Get up and assemble ladies!  Don't be lazy!  Get up!" Ben ordered, reminding me of an army general.  Well, minus the high-pitched voice, that is.

"Ugh, get out of my kitchen!" Harry demanded.

Um . . . okay?  I didn't know we were in a kitchen.  How did I miss that?

"No, don't tell me what to do, Mrs. Styles.  I'm in charge here," Ben practically growled.  He was turning into a rapid dog more and more each day.  "Just look at my clipboard for proof."

Grumpily, I opened my eyes and sat up.  Liam and Louis were already awake, glaring at Ben angrily.  This was just not Ben's place to make friends.

"Ben," I began drowsily, "that's a piece of wood.  Not a clipboard."

Ben whipped around and glared at me, well, more like stared with one eye twitching.  Then he dropped the slab of wood on the ground and pointed at me.  He moved his other hand to his mouth and pretended it was a whistle.  Ben just gets way too into things when he's in the moment.  Don't even get me started on dance parties.  Once Katy Perry comes on, he's full out dancing like a maniac.  There's no stopping him.

"What's your point, missy?" he snapped.

I raised my hands up defensively and shrugged.  "Nothing.  I just thought I should point it out."

Rolling his eyes, Ben turned around again and ignored me.  "Listen up, ladies.  It's time for us to organize our prom!  It's going to be tonight so we have a lot to do in just one day."

"Seriously?" Liam asked.  "It takes more than just a day to organize a prom, Ben.  And we don't even have any supplies."

"And your point is?" Ben asked.  I hope that didn't turn into his catch phrase.  That'd turn annoying quick.  Then Ben looked down at Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Sienna, who were all still sleeping.  "Princesses, wake up!"

When no one did anything to acknowledge Ben, he stomped over to each of them and shoved them hard enough to make them wake up.  "I'm so sorry, boys.  I'd never want to hurt you, but this is for the good of Niall's prom.  We all have to make sacrifices for the people we love."

Okay, now I was seriously disturbed.  Did Ben just confess his love for Niall?  That'd be really awkward when Niall gets a girlfriend.  I can already see it now: each time Niall goes out on a date he'd have to explain who the creepy guy wearing a fake mustache and glasses was, and why he kept on following them.  Yes, Ben is just that creepy and wouldn't hesitate to stalk any member of One Direction if he got the chance.  That's why he's banned from anymore Adele concerts.  He somehow sneaked into her dressing room at a concert to get her autograph.  He got it, but in the process he was sent a major restraining order.  Adele even considered never preforming in Switzerland again.  You see, meeting Ben changes a person.  It introduces you to the dark things in life.