Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 34

"What are you doing here?" I gasped, staring at Gabe with wide eyes. Gabe shifted nervously on his feet, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck.

"I like acting," he nearly whispered. He looked so different than the outgoing boy I went to school with years ago.

"Since when?"

"Since you left for Bradford. I don't know. I just really got into it. And then I got the lead of Danny Zuko in the school's production of Grease." he tried to explain, trailing off.

"Wait, you guys know each other?" Maria piped up, looking at Gabe and then back to me. Gabe and I both nodded, and Maria shrugged. "Well I guess the kiss won't be as awkward then."

"Wait, what kiss?" Gabe nearly shouted, his jaw low.

"The kiss at then end of the play. Between Aurora and Phillip. Honestly. Did any of you see the movie?" Lizzy replied, throwing her hands in the air.

"Shit, forgot about that," Gabe whispered. He stayed silent for a couple of minutes before smiling warmly at the other girls. "Well, now that that shock is over, I'm Gabe. I'm gonna be Prince Phillip, I guess."

I offered Gabe a small smile, my mind still highly active. Gabe was going to be my love interest in the play? I didn't even know Gabe liked to act!

"Cam?" I heard someone say, and I broke my thoughts to focus on Heather, who was gesturing for me to follow her. "You coming?"

"Yeah," I answered absently, walking a little faster to catch up to her side. "Where are we going?"

"Mr. Alexander wants to show us the dressing rooms and backstage a little bit more."

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Three hours later, I was walking out of the theater, my bag slung over my shoulder. Mr. Alexander had given us tour of the entire stage, along with the dressing rooms, hair/makeup areas, and backstage. The five of us had managed to rehearse one small scene before Mr. Alexander asked us all to leave, telling us that the stage crew was coming in to get the stage ready for rehearsals, which were tomorrow starting at nine in the morning.

I didn't bother calling Harry or Niall to pick me up. I had so much to think about; It was probably smarter that I walk home alone.

I didn't even make it halfway down the street before I heard voices, angry voices. Instinctively, I ducked behind a bush, taking large breaths to calm my breathing. Since when do I play Spy?

"I can't believe he won't do it," one of the voices shouted, and I heard a shoe kick the ground hard.

"Relax, T, he'll come around. Brit knows him better than we do," a new voice said. I felt my breath catch in my throat. Britney? From Bradford? Zayn's ex?

"Right," the first voice dragged out the word, disbelievingly. "So why isn'tt the little bitch gone yet? He obviously hasn't done his job right! Or maybe he's not doing it at all. What if he lied?"

"He wouldn't lie!" the second guy shouted, overpowering his companion. "He swore, and he knows the consequences. We have too much on him."

"So it's either do as we say or we tell the world?"

"Exactly." The two voices drifted off, and I held my breath until I could no longer hear either their footsteps nor their voices. Hesitantly, I walked out from behind the bush and looked down the street in both directions. There was no on there.

I looked at the spot where I imagined the two guys were talking, and I noticed a smushed cigarette butt. Whoever it was was a smoker, and the funny thing was that I felt like I know those voices from somewhere, but I couldn't remember where at the moment.