I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 3

It's a normal morning in 2013. I wake up to the buzzing of my phone, and when I check the time, I am less than pleased. "Who is calling me at 7:45 in the freaking morning?!" I yell at my phone.

The screen reads some random number. Tired and weary, I make the mistake of answering it. "Hi," I mutter.

"Chloe!" an eager voice yells.

I stay silent.

"Hey, it's Louis."

"Oh, hey Bob," I mutter. Then, clicking the hang up button, I say, "And, bye Bob." I save his number into my contacts as 'DO NOT ANSWER!!!'

I curl back up into my sheets as my eyes flutter closed. I'm exhausted from last night. I touch the bruise on my left cheek and bite my lip in agony before falling back to sleep.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

"Agh! Who's calling me at 8 AM!" I shriek.

Another random number is on the screen. I click answer. "Sup, Chloe!"

"Hi?"

"This is Pizza speaking!" he cheers his new name.

"What the hell do you guys want?" I whine. "It's too early."

"We're swinging by your house in an hour. Tell Ella."

"No, you aren't!" I say warningly.

I hear snickers from the other line. "Too late, we're on the road."

I scream cuss words at him. Then, I pause and think for a moment. "How do you have my address?"

"We did our research," he responds.

"You're freaking stalking me! I'm calling the police."

I hear the phone being passed around and another voice says, "C'mon, Chloe, think about it. What will you tell the police? One direction is stalking you and you need them to be caught? Who's going to believe that story?"

Anger boils within me. I do not like to be wrong. Especially not to smart alecks. I think of something to say. Something else to be mad at them for. "You mean the phone has been on speaker this whole time!!" I finally scream. I hear all of them burst out laughing. Now, they've just got me pissed. "Fine, bye, guys. Oh, and you can come by my house, but you can't make me get in your car, or limo, or whatever it is pricks ride in these days. Also, you can forget about me telling Ella you're coming by."

Larry calms down his laughter. "No, wait," he says, panting slightly, "we're sorry."

I roll my eyes, then remember they can't see me. "Fine," I snap, "I'll go wherever it is you guys are gonna take me. Let me call Ella."

I hear them high-fiving and cheering as I hang up. Pathetic.

I call Ella.

"Hey, Chloe," she says enthusiastically.

"You were already up," I groan.

How could any human in there right mind have already been up?

"Yeah, I've been up for 2 hours," she responds. "I went for a 6 o' clock run."

Oh, yeah, that's right. We're talking about Ella here. And she is most certainly not in her right mind.

Ella, beside from being a pro One Direction fangirl, is also an amazing athlete. So this is Ella: she's star of the girl's track team, a fashionista to the max, a shopaholic, and a One Direction fangirl. I find that a strange combo, although, considering every girl at my school but me fangirls over One Direction, I guess it's not as strange as I think.