The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Four: Skype

Chapter Four: Skype

**Lilah's POV**

As soon as I get to my dorm room I collapse onto my bed, my fingers permanently curling around the dozens of bags in my hands. I don't think I'll ever gain the same feelings in my fingers again. Jared, however, struts into the room with a flick of his blonde hair, both his hands carrying dozens of bags of his own.

"How can you carry all of that comfortably?" I ask him, my back on my bed and legs dangling off the side. I have yet to let go of the bags.

Jared places his bags on the floor and sits on Lena's bed, placing his ankle on his knee. "I've mastered the art of shopping," he says smartly. "After a couple more shopping trips you should get the hang of things."

"MORE?!" I groan and sit up, facing him. "My fingers are stuck like this already!" I gesture towards my fingers still curling around the bags.

Jared sighs and leans over, taking my fingers and curling them down gently. "You have to learn to release and curl then repeat as needed," he says as if I understand what he's saying.

"Thank god," I say once the bags are out of my hands. I lift them up and notice the red lines indented on my skin. "Look at this. Shopping battle scars."

Jared laughs and sits back onto Lena's bed. "Oh shut up. You learn to handle it." Jared pulls out his phone and scrolls through it. "Anything from the boys?"

I pull out my own phone and open up my notifications. "Nope, but I've gained about a hundred more followers."

"Oh shut up, that's not even a dent in your millions."

"Whatever," I roll my eyes and scroll through my mentions. "Is there some kind of rumor about Niall shaving his head going around?" I ask, noticing the hundreds of tweets with #niallsbald.

"Not that I know of," Jared says.

"Probably fake." I update a tweet, telling my followers #niallsbald is fake. That should stop the rumors soon. After it sends I continue scrolling through the hundreds of tweets, replying here and there.

About an hour later, the dorm room door opens and Lena walks in with her school things. Both Jared and I are still across from eachother on our phones. Lena notices and crosses her arms.

"Have you two been doing that all day?" She squints at us through her glasses, her brown eyes taking in both of us.

"Nah, we went shopping," Jared says, his fingers still tapping against the keyboard. "Lilah needed new clothes."

"Only because you didn't like my jeans."

"Your entire closet was filled with One Direction!"

"So?"

"So?!"

"Your point is?"

"Hey!" Lena yells at us, getting our attention and stopping our little banter. "Times up. Hand over the phones," Lena walks between us and holds out her hands.

Both Jared and I groan in protest. "Nooo!" We both say.

Lena crosses her thin arms, her foot tapping. "You know how I feel about you both wasting your lives on those things."

"It's not called wasting," Jared says with a gasp.

"It is if you don't move all day."

"It was like an hour of lying here!" I say, remembering the first tweet I posted. It couldn't have been that much longer than an hour.