One Direction's In The Girl's Bathroom

the awkward meeting { prologue }

"Strangers are just friends we haven't met yet."xx

Sydney's POV

“How long does it take to find a bra?” I grumble, as a man shoves me aside to get to a shop on the right side of me. My sister glares at me and clamps her hand over my mouth.

“SHUSH!” She hisses. “Not so loud!” I remove her hand from my mouth and wipe my lips with the sleeve of my jacket. I didn’t even want to know the last time she’d washed her hands.

“Well sorry. But shopping for someone else’s underwear is not the way I want to spend my Saturday afternoon.” I grumble fighting against the masses of people who are streaming from different ships in the mall. My sister rolls her eyes, grabs my hand and pulls me to yet another underwear shop. She goes through the bras and pulls out a lacy black one. She holds it up to her chest and spins around.

“How do I look?” She says turning to me.

“You really want my opinion?” I raise an eyebrow in surprise. She doesn’t ask my opinion on anything, especially anything that has to do with boys, fashion, or makeup. Although, I’m not judging her. She has a perfectly good reason for not getting my advice on stuff. You see I’m not really into… girl stuff.

“Never mind. Gawd Sydney, why can’t you be like a normal teenager girl and know this stuff.” She puts back the black bra and pulls out a sky blue one.

“Gawd Taylor, why can’t you loosen up and have a bit of fun.” I place my hands on my hips and try to mock Taylor.

“Little sisters.” Taylor mumbles and rolls her eyes.

“Is there a bathroom near here?” I ask. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten the jumbo sized, refill cup at the food court. I felt like my bladder was going to explode, and If I didn’t go soon, I was going to ruin my favorite pair of jeans.

 "Their isn’t one here.” Taylor says simply, shifting through the stuff.

“WHAT?! A whole mall and no restroom? That’s like, illegal!” I protest.

“Stop being such a drama queen.” Taylor huffs. “I mean there isn’t one in this store. I’m pretty sure I saw one at the main entrance.” I groan. The main entrance! That means I have to go back the way we came, fighting people and getting lost in random stores I didn’t even know existed.

"Be right back." I mumble and make my out of the store.

"Don't get like, kidnapped or anything." Taylor calls. "Mom would so kill me."

"We don't want that now do we?" I grumble under my breath. I push people out of the way, muttering soft apologies when I bump into someone. I feel a sharp pain in my foot and almost fall over I look down and see that someone had stepped on my foot and broken the heel of my shoe. Typical, they didn't even apologize. "JERK!" I yell to crowd. I didn't even know if the person was still here, But even if they were, they wouldn't hear me over the roar of people. Lord, why are there so many people here today? I know it's a crowded mall, but this is ridiculous. A parade of teenager girls run right past me, screaming and waving stuff in the air. This time, I really do topple over. I get up and remove my heels. I grumble a string of cuss words and waddle barefooted to the bathroom.

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 I rush inside and do my business. I walk out feeling a lot better then I had all day. I walk to the sink and start washing my hands. I’m about to dry my hands off with a paper towel, when I hear a sneeze. And not just any sneeze, a sneeze that sounded awfully like a… boy sneeze. OK, I’m not a sneezing expert and I don’t really know the difference, but this sneeze was loud and proud. Gosh that sounded horrible. Anyway, I shake my head. What would a dude being doing in the girl’s bathroom? Some lady probably just has a really weird sneeze. Satisfied with my answer, I walk up the door and am about to press it open when I hear a voice.

“Cover your mouth! You just spit all over me!” I hear a voice hiss. My jaw just about drops open. That was no women with a weird sneeze, that was a teenage boy, in the stall!

“Sorry! But I’m kinda cramped up here.” A second voice responds. Son of a Nutcracker there’s two of them.

“Were in the biggest stall they have!” Another voice growls. Three of them?

“Which isn’t very big if you think about it.” Another whispers and lets out a soft laugh. Four?

“Sush! That girl’s still in here!” A final voice says sharply. FIVE?! How many more were stuffing themselves in that dinky stall?

“Damn! I forgot!” A voice curses.

“SHHHH!” A collection of voices respond. I lean my ear in closer to hear more, but there’s not a sound. I causally walk to the door, open it and slam it shut. I stay hidden behind a corner, staying completely still and trying not to breathe too heavily. After a moment of silence, one of the boys speaks.

“Is she gone?” He whispers. More silence. They were probably listening to see if I was still here. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray they don’t hear my breathing.

“I think so.” Another voice finally says. “We should send someone to check though.”

“I nominate Niall to check.” A voice says quickly.

“I second it.” Another voice rings.

“I agree!” A voice squeals.

“Sure. Why not. Let’s let Nialler have a little fun!” The last person agrees. OK, so there is only five in there. What am I saying, ONLY five?! That’s five to many!

“Why me?” A voice whines, I’m guessing this kid named Niall. The name sounds familiar, but I can’t seem to put my finger on it…

“Because you’re Irish.” One says simply.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Says an angry Niall. It seems his Irish accent became stronger when he was angry. I would not want to be stuck in a restroom stall with him.

“Because… Your…er..um…well… Awesome?” Another voice suggests. I can hear someone’s foot slam against the tile bathroom floor. My guess is its Nails.

“Fine! I’ll do it, but you guys owe me BIG time.” He snaps. I hear the floor creek as Niall gets closer to the stall door. I hold my breath praying he doesn’t see me. Then, a thought hits me. Why am I so scared? I‘m allowed to be here! These five weirdoes are the ones who aren’t supposed to be here. I stalk up beside the stall door where the five boys are hiding and wait for Niall to open the door. I hear a creek, but the stall door remains shut.

“What are you waiting for? Just open the door!” A voice hisses impatiently.

“I don’t want to get caught!” The Niall dude whimpers. I hear an annoyed sigh.

“Grow up Niall, be a man and open the door!” A deep British voice orders.

“OK!” Niall yells. “I’M OPENING IT OK?” I hear the bathroom stall finally creak open. “SEE ME? I’M OPENING IT!”

“Now look outside…” A voice coos in a baby voice. I can see a blue eye press against the small crack Niall had opened in the stall. The eye darts around quickly and the bathroom stall quickly slams shut. He didn’t even see me. Typical men, they can never find anything!

“I looked, nothing’s there. “ Niall says quickly.

“You did not look!” One of the boy’s voice rises.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist!” Niall says. “I’ll look again, OK?”

“Just hurry it up, will ya?” The other voice sighs. Once again, the bathroom stall door is opened. Niall’s head slowly creeps out of the crack his head scans the bathroom slowly, going from left to right. Finally, his head turns to face me. His eyes turn wide and he starts screaming.

“IT’S A GIRL! IT’S A GIRL! SHE’S FOUND US! WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!!” He yells.

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sorry's if it's a little awkward at this point, things will be cleared up soon enough.

hope you enjoyed my little story.

thanks for reading.

until next time,

~harrys_akotaco