The one where the choir gets sold to One Direction

Chapter Three: The Mall

We woke up suddenly, the exciting events of yesterday quickly coming to mind. We thought about the danger we were in.
We could have died! We realized with a shock. Tears began to pool in our piercing blue sight spheres. We realized that we never said goodbye to our families. But One Direction owns us now and we have no say in what happens to us.

We heard shuffling coming from the couch. One Direction sat up slowly and rubbed their tired, piercing blue sight spheres. They heard us crying softly, even though we were trying to be quiet.

"What's wrong Milford High School Varsity Choirs?" They all said in unison with deep concern in their piercing blue sight spheres.
We can't tell them! They'll get mad. We all thought telepathically to each other.

"N-n-nothing..." we said shakily, still trying to choke back tears.

"We can tell that's not true," they said, getting close enough to us that we could see their piercing not-so-blue sight spheres-wait they're actually kinda yellowish- boring into our own sight spheres with burning passion, making us blush despite our sadness.

"You can tell us. We promise we won't get mad." they reassured us.

"Well... we never got to say goodbye to our parents and we really miss them." we said sadly.

"Oh," they said softly. "Well, we can't take you to see them, but there is another way we could help."

Almost instantly, one Direction joined hands and began to glow and morph together. Once they had stopped glowing, they had formed on giant man, now sitting on the floor of the tour bus.

"Oh... cool." We said apathetically.

"What the fuck?! That's my dad!" screamed Julia Kanak, "you can shape shift?!"

"What? You mean you can't." Said the giant man with a quirked eyebrow as he pulled Julia into a hug.

"Did this help?"

"Yeah. It did." we said.

"Good" One Direction said as they changed back into their normal forms.

"Does that hurt?" We winced.

"Not really, but we would be willing to endure anything, just to see you smile, MHSVC." We blushed deeply and smiled at their kindness. They really do care about us.

"Is there anything else we can do to help?"One Direction asked

"Well, actually we need some new clothes. These are the only ones we have with us."

"Oh why didn't you say so? We can go to the mall right now." As soon as they said that, the bus made a sharp turn, throwing all of us into the wall. Tim was at the bottom of the pile and broke his arm, but he insisted that he was fine, as he didn't want to cause any trouble.

Once the bus parked in the mall parking lot and Tim convinced us that he didn't need medical care for his totally broken arm, we made our way into the mall.

As we walked in, we were just in one big clump, but Tim got hit by a car and broke his other arm, so we decided it would be safer and more practical to walk in a single file line.

Our first stop was Abercrombie & Fitch (not sponsored). We took the entire stock of sweatshirts, as we all wanted several different colors. One Direction payed for it all with their famous people credit cards that you get when you become a celebrity. We wondered if we would ever get famous person credit cards, now that we were associated with One Direction.

Tim couldn't get his arms into his Abercrombie sweatshirt,(not sponsored) since they were still broken, so he tied it around his waist like a middle aged mom, taking her two disrespectful kids and deadbeat husband on a hike through the woods.

Our next stops in the mall were getting skinny black jeans and converse. We also took the entire stock of those from the store.

The group decided to go to hot topic next. It was a miracle when we squeezed nearly 50 people into the already cramped store.

After looking around for a bit, One Direction got frustrated and went to the cashier to ask where the one direction shirts were.

"We don't have any. Wait! You guys are one direction! I thought you broke up!" The cashier exclaimed.

"We did, but we got back together so we could buy Milford High School Varsity Choirs."

"You... bought them? But that's illegal. And most of these kids are minors. I'm calling the cops!"

"No! Stop!" all nearly 50 of us sang out in a perfect five part harmony. But it was too late. The police were already on their way. One Direction looked at us intensely.

"There's only one way that we can stay together."
They got down on five knees.
"Milford High School Varsity Choirs, we love you, and we want to spend the rest of our days with you. Will you marry us?" They asked with tears pooling in their piercing yellow sight spheres.

"Yes." We said with happy tears streaming down our faces. We put our hands in theirs, except for Aspen who put her hands on Niall's face because she couldn't see. Not wanting her to be embarrassed, we all decide to follow her lead as we put our hands on One Direction's faces.

"Quickly." They said in a muffled voice because of our hands "we have to find someone to officiate the wedding." We all looked at each other knowingly.

"Lambo!" We all said in unison.

To be continued