A dancer and A Singer (1D Fan Fiction)

Girlfriends

We spent 2 hours lying around couch. “Who’s got girlfriends beside Swag Masta and Mr.SpoonPhobia?” My curiosity getting the better of me. Niall blushed. “WHO IS SHE?” I interrogated. “Uh… umm… uhhh,” He stuttered, “Her name is Katherine. She has long light brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and I met her at Nando’s. We exchanged numbers and I asked her out.” He explained turning an even deeper red. Cat and I awed. “Invite her over!” We said. Niall walked out of the room as we started Sing Star. I laughed as the boys sang random country songs. They had absolutely horrible country accents. “Stick to singing pop. You are horrible at country songs and accents!” I exclaim. I eventually sang The Climb. “It’s the climb woah yeayeah.” I sang turning around I found all boys in complete shock. I grinned at Louis and he smirked back. I giggled and the doorbell rang. I set off before Niall could recover. Sliding through the house, I make it to the foyer before Niall. I crash into the door and land on my bum. “Hello!” I say opening the door. “Hi!” In the doorway was a girl about 5’7’’. She looked nervous. Niall rand sliding into the wall with a crash he met the floor. His face lit up the moment he saw her! “Hi!” He panted. She blushed and smiled in reply. I moved back into the game room with a smile on my face. The lads were playing Rock Band. Liam and Zayn were both on guitars, Harry was singing, and Louis was banging mercilessly on the drums. “SOLO!!!!” Lou yelled and with a snap the drum set broke. “Oops?” He said grinning sheepishly. I sighed. “That’s the 5th time you’ve done that!” I say reprimanding him. I felt like I was talking to a little kid! “Just go get me a new set! Plus Just Dance 3 and other games!” I told him. He ran out. I pick up a leather case. “WALLET!!!!” I yell as I hear the door open. He walks back in and snatches it then runs out.

~20 MINUTES LATER~

Louis walks in followed by a girl about 5’7’’ with long golden hair. She was wearing red skinny jeans, red TOMS, and a blue and white striped shirt. I grinned at the matching couple. Knowing her, I screamed “KATELYN!!” “Hi!” She replied smiling. “How’d you meet?” Cat asked. “I waited on him at San Remo’s.” She admitted. Cat squealed. Liam and Zayn groaned clutching their ears. Harry followed suit. “Oops!” Cat giggled. My phone buzzed with a text from her. ‘How long do you think it took him to woo her?’ it read. I giggled and forwarded it to Liam. He read the text and sent it to Zayn who chuckled. Zayn sent it to Harry who guffawed. Every head was focused on Harry as he grinned sheepishly. I created a group text.

Convo: L: Liam C: Cat H: Harry Z: Zayn M: Me

Z: LOL!

M: IKR

H: hahahahaha

L:  ha-ha

C: HEY! Where’s Niall??

M: …………………………

H: ………………………………

Z: …………………………………………

N: HI!

M: Hey! What were you doing??? (Wiggles eyebrows)

Z, H, C, L: hehehehe!

All: Sure!

C: Louis staring!

End Convo

I look up and to see his face in front of me. “FUCK!” I scream flipping over the couch. Louis, Katelyn, Niall, Katherine, Cat, Liam, Zayn, and Harry guffawed. I groaned getting up. Walking to the kitchen I opened my fridge to get a Monster. Only it wasn’t there. I walk back into the game room to find them still laughing. “Who drank my Monster?” I ask glaring. Zayn and Harry immeaditely stopped laughing. I glare before turning and grabbing my keys. “I’m going to get more.” I turned on my Jeep and sat down. Turning down the street I reached a red light. I turned to plug my phone in when-(A/N CLIFFY!! LOL but its kinda not since chapters not over yet! I JUST HAVENT FINISHED YET! (Tune of Michael Bubbles’ Just haven’t Met You Yet))

Harry’s POV

It’s been 15 minutes since she left. “Lou, how long is she gonna take?” I ask tapping my foot nervously. “Usually takes around 10 minutes when it’s busy.” Louis suddenly became nervous

Mystery POV

Crash! I ran out of Starbucks to see a red Jeep Wrangler with an 18-wheeler going through the back. I ran to look for survivors. Checking the Jeep, I pulled out a young girl from the driver’s seat. I pulled out her phone calling 911 the ringing her emergency contact. “Hello?” A deep masculine voice answered. “Hi,’ I said, ‘can you come down to the hospital?” “WHAT’S WRONG WITH CODI?” The voice asked/yelled. “Codi, is it? Well, she was in a car crash.” The tone is dead before I can say crash.”