Kik Me (One Direction Fanfic) (Completed w/ Sequel)

Chapter Eight- Every Directioner's Worst Nightmare

Chapter Eight

Whitney's POV

I had told the police officer that my family had gone to sleep and that I would get back to him tomorrow. He reluctantly agreed and said that he would be back tomorrow. I closed the door, sighed and dragged my body down to the bottom. I look at the time: 11:41pm. I guess I was severly exhausted cause I fell asleep.

*3 hours later*

No! NO! DON'T GO IN THERE YOU STUPID SON OF A BACONATOR!! WAIT DON'T GO IN THERE! I start towards the stupid son of a baconator and reach out to grab him but he's gone. WELL NOW YOU'RE GONNA DIE! YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN MARRIED AND HAD KIDS! I yell after him. I feel something touch  my shoulder and I scream bloody hell. I turn around and the murderer is right there. WAIT! NO I COULD GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS! YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL ME! OH LOOK IT'S A BACONATOR! I yell at the murderer. He looks at me confused. JUST LOOK! He does. I book it. OWH! WHAT THE HELL? AN UMBRELLA? WHAT THE HELL IS AN UMBRELLA DOING IN MY DREAM? 

I jerk awake and notice that I was still sitting up against the door. Damn. Crink in my neck, and my back aches. I groan and fall over to the side, trying to stretch out. I scream in pain as I stretch out my legs. I then push myself up and look at the time: 2:41am. Good Lord. I'm going back to bed. I crawled up the stairs like a freaking bear and finally made it to my room. I hit my bed and I expect to just fall asleep but no. My phone lights up and I check it. Its a text from.. Mark?

Hey sis. I'm sorry you had to figure out that I was, well, wasn't working at Syco. Sydney doesn't know yet. I figured that you should know that I scored those tickets while on the job. I don't know if they noticed or not so be careful at the One Direction concert. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to do something that this family would be proud of. I think I'm gonna come home and turn myself in. I don't know what's the worse I can get but I don't want to be on the run all my life. I love you and see you soon sis. xo -Mark

I couldn't believe it. My One Direction tickets could be fake. The tears were fighting to come out at record speed. I was trying my hardest not to cry. I got up and went to my tickets and VIP badge. I sat down at my old desk and turned on my lamp. I put the tickets up to the light and my heart dropped. The tickets were fake. The VIP badge was fake. I started to cry, my vision becoming clouded. I know you probably think I'm a baby now but you'd do the same thing if you thought you were so close to meeting your idols, but it comes back and hits you square in the face.

I turn off the light, my hands shaking and went to bed. I think it was then, I was definitely going to turn Mark in. I loved him and I understood what he meant when he said he wanted to do the family good but this was crossing the line. I could've been arrested. I wonder if he would've told me about the tickets had the cop not come to the house. I groan through the tears, knowing I wasn't falling asleep anytime soon. 

I got up, and went downstairs. My stomach growled and I groaned yet again. I didn't go shopping and all the restaurants were closed as were all the fast food places. I look into the fridge hoping that something was there. Whoa. It was fully stocked. There was a note taped to the milk. I laughed. The maid had restocked it in case this happened. She knows me too well. I pulled out the strawberries and started to munch on one. I saw the dvd section and realized that I hadn't watched a true legit movie since I saw the Notebook when I first moved to California. 

Watching a movie was long overdue. I went over, strawberries in hand, and my eyes scanned over the movies. No. No. Ooh too scary. Eh maybe. No. NO! FORGET IT. Ooh YES! I grabbed the movie and headed over to the tv. I grinned at my choice and popped in the DVD. I fast fowarded to the menu, turned on subtitles and then pressed play. I smile at the opening credits, Mean Girls. I settled into the couch and propped my feet up on the coffee table in front of me. Such an awesome chick flick. My favorite part is either when they do the Talent Show or when the secrets of the school get out. Like making out with a hot dog. 

Two hours later the movie is over and it's only 5am. Jeez. My phone buzzes on the counter in the kitchen. I stand up, throw away my long finished strawberries and pick up my phone. Who the heck would be messaging me this late? One New Kik Message. James? Workaholic.

Hey love. I know you're probably asleep but I just wanted to tell you that I'll be busy all day and that I'll see you at the concert. -James

Hey. I've been awake for hours. Erm slight problem. I won't be going to the concert tonight. -Whitney

Oh wow. Glad I didn't wake you then. Why not?? -James

Well. Turns out my tickets are fake. I don't have tickets anymore and they are already sold out. -Whitney

I sighed. I couldn't believe it. My one shot t meet James and the ship as already sunk before it could even sail. I set my phone down on the counter and turned back to the fridge, hungry yet again. I pick up some container that was marked 'Potato Medley'. Sounds yummy. I put it in the micowave and press start. My phones buzzes.

Oh my. I'm sorry. If you have the number and name of the person who gave it to you, you can have them arrested for giving you fake tickets. -James

I laugh bitterly. If only he knew. I hear the microwave beep that annoying beeping sound. "Alright. I'm coming. Jeez." I say and open the door, ending the beeping sound. I pull out my food and grab a fork to stir it. I sit down at the bar and grab my phone. 

Yeah. I already did that. They are, erm, looking for him now. Have fun at the concert though. -Whitney

I sigh and stab at a potato and green bean before shoveling it into my mouth. So delicious. I look at the clock: 6:15am. Good lord. I need to get some sleep. I don't know what I'm gonna do today. I shovel in a few more bites before putting the lid back on it and putting it in the fridge. I grab my phone, turn off the tv and head back upstairs. I plug my phone in and close my curtains tight, so my room was almost pitch black except for my phone lighting up, signalling a new text.

What would you say if I told you I could get you into the concert? -James

I would say is it illegal? -Whitney

I would say no. -James

Then I would say COUNT ME IN. -Whitney

Perfect. Give me about an hour or two and I'll get back to you. Speak soon!xx -James

Can't wait!xx -Whitney

My head hit the pillow and my face broke out into a smile. Maybe I'll get to meet James after all. I turned over in bed, sigh contently, and sleep took over. Ooh maybe I should've set an alarm clock... Nah I'll be up in an hour or two. I yawn and my room went dark.

A/N:: This isn't even a chapter. Jeez. SOOOOO short but I'm sorry! I wanted to update yet again. Check out my other fanfic that I'm gonna update tonight, hopefully, Just A Competition, Right? on @1Direction69! Thanks guys! Fan, Vote, Comment! Much love!xx -Amanda