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Chapter 14- Football Woes

It was a fairly busy day at The Music Box. Ever since One Direction was spotted here, customers had been pouring into the shop, buying anything and everything. Someone even offered $600 for the broom that I assaulted Harry with. Though tempted, I politely declined, not wanting to give the poor girl a dusty old broom.

However, two weeks later, the commotion died down a bit, but not all together. We still have- what was their name- Directioners that come to pay us a visit.

I can't complain. After all, business is business, I suppose. Was it bad to say that I kind of missed them? They weren't bad company, and they were really the only people I hung out with. I sighed.

"Hey, Georgia?"

I perked up at the sound of my name. "Do you mind closing up the shop for me? I have to go buy some things for the store."

I nodded at Mel, who smiled back gratefully before leaving. I locked up the register and turned the sign on our door, which now read "Sorry, we're closed!"

Just before I turned off the lights, the phone began to ring. 'Oh god,' I thought. 'Please don't be a psycho killer'. I contemplated just letting it ring, but unfortunately, my curiosity got the better of me.

"H-hello?"

"FLORIDA!!!!!" A voice screeched, causing me to drop the phone in alarm. I held a hand over my heart, which was beating so very fast.

"... Hello? Are you still there?" a muffled voice asked from the dangling phone.

I didn't respond.

"Louis! You killed her!" A voice yelled, followed by a loud wail.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't know calling her the wrong name caused her so much stress!" Louis, I assumed, wailed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Should we call an ambulance?" Another voice asked.

"You're so going to get arrested and thrown in jail, Lou."

"What?! Like Justin kinda jail? I don't want to be like him!!!"

"Guys..." I picked up the phone. "I'm fine... I think..."

"Jesus Christ, SHE CAME BACK TO LIFE!"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" I roared.

"Someone is in a bad mood today..." Louis grumbled.

"I would be too if someone killed me and I came back to life!"

"Guys! I didn't die in the first place!" I shouted, exasperated. It was suddenly silent on the other hand. "Uh... Guys? What do you want?"

"Um... I'm not exactly sure. Why did we call again? Oh yeah! Georgiaaaaaa I'm bored!"

I stared, dumbfounded at the phone. "That's it?! You nearly gave me a heart attack to tell me that you're bored?!"

"Problem?" He asked, almost too innocently.

"Don't fuck around with me!" I growled.

"Now, now, no need to get your knickers in a twist."

"I don't wear "knickers"." I retorted.

I could hear someone snorting on the other end. "Then what do you wear?"

"Harry, if you really want to know... I wear Victoria's Secret underwear. Nothing you haven't seen before, I assume."

All the boys- except Harry- oohed. "Burrrrrnnnnn!"

"The real reason we called you is to ask if you want to go out with us to play some football." Niall interrupted.

"Speaking of which... How did you guys call me? How did you find our number?" I asked.