Chasing Ari (a 1D Fanfic )

Chapter 23

*** Arianna's POV***

I was so excited for tonight that I got ready way too early and I still had a while before I had to be there. The real party doesn't start  until after eight, but I was supposed to be there around five to practice with another performer Cory had hired.

It was almost 4 at the moment. A little over an hour to kill. Great.

I raided my fridge for another container of Boston Creme Pie flavoured yogurt, then took a seat on the couch. I might as well watch some television.

I flip on the television and tart channel surfing. Nothing that caught my eye was on. Maybe i should check On-Demand.

As my thumb reaches for the On-Demand button, the words that spill out of the blond's mouth on the television stop me.

"One Direction's Zayn Malik seen out on the town the week getting dinner with a mystery woman. Reports say the mystery babe is someone he met while at a party." she says. I stare at the screen as a photo of Zayn and the mystery woman appears on the screen. I recognized her. Marisol. She was at McKayla's party a few nights ago. But there was no way she was interested in Zayn. No. Way.

"Is our Bradford Bad Boi being a little too naughty while still in a relationship? Nineteen year old Malik is currently in a relationship with Little Mix's Perrie Edwards." the blond goes on. The photo changing to a candid shot of Perrie walking the streets of London.

"What do you guys think? Send us what you think on Twitter, and your tweet might just be show here on national television." She says before it cuts to commercial.

"That is so much bull. Zayn isn't cheating on Perrie," I yell at the blond even though she can't hear me. "MARISOL ISN'T EVEN STRAIGHT." Angry, i turn off the television and finish my yogurt staring at the black screen.

People thesse days are insane, believing every rumor out there. Its a little sickening.

But, I had an idea. I pulled out my phone and logged onto twitter. After typing in the name of the show, I opened thier profile.

I swiftly typed out a tweet:

The "mystery babe" that Zayn was spotted with isn't even straight.  He isn't cheating on Perrie. Don't believe everything you hear folks.

I quickly tap the 'send tweet' button before having any second thoughts. 

People these days. I swear, I'd have to have people I don't even know speculating about my life. I don't know how any of the boys did it. Not to mention thier girlfriends. The amount of hate they get is massive, and they don't even do anything to deserve it. 

Satisfied with my bold tweet, I finish my yogurt with a smirk.

Still angry at the television, I decide to pull out my laptop. Maybe I should find out more about the other preformer that is going to be at the party tonight. Corey mentioned her name in our phone call earlier, maybe I'll just google her.

My fingers fly over the key board Courtney - umm, what was her last name? Crap. Coutney.... Courtney... B? Butler? Barnes? Bell?  

What am I doing? I can just google it. Google exists for a reason. 

I backspace, restarting my inquary.

Naples, Florida Performances Courtney  

"Is this considered stalking?" I say to myself as I hit 'Enter'. 

"Nahh," I decide as I clicked the first link to a Youtube video. 

The video was shaking at the beginning, I squinted to take in the location. It was a local park, not that far from where I lived. I went there when I was younger almost every Sunday for ice cream and some play time. It must have been winter when the video was shot; the audience was wearing jackets or sweaters.