Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

It's Raining Ice Cream Up In Here

Author's Note: Hey-ho! Okay here is Chapter 24 and I hope you love this nasty, disgusting, ranchy chapter as much as I did. And no I did not mean that in a creepy way, I meant it in a "okay I don't want to touch that it looks moldy" kinda way. I won't make this super long so here you go you fine amazing people. Have a sparkle-rific day... No? Okay. Bye! Love you all! I hope the world doesn't end but I really don't believe in that nonsense.

Chapter 24

It’s Raining Ice Cream Up In Here

***Jessica’s POV***

“Uh… is her face supposed to be turning that color?”

“I don’t think so, but it is a nice shade of green… hey Hazza can you hold this while I take a picture of her face? I want to paint my bathroom that color.”

 “Louis!”

“What! You can’t stand here and tell me that’s not a pretty damn cool color!”

“Fine…”

“Guys! Problem over here! Jessica’s still passed out!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot she was even here.”

Voice’s surrounded me making me let out a giant groan and turn over. Why was everyone in my room? I was trying to sleep.

“Princess?”

“Go away; I’m trying to sleep here.” I mumbled making everyone sigh in relief.

“Uh, love? You can’t sleep on the Wendy’s counter.”

This of course made my eyes shoot open to the demolished restaurant around us and the angry workers inside.

Oh right…

The workers turned toward me when they noticed I was awake, giving me a death glare that made me want to dig a hole, burry myself in it, and die. That bad.

Giving them a soft smile I looked around at the destroyed Wendy’s. Ketchup, mustard, and any other condiment you could think off showered the front room. Pickled and meat hung from the ceiling making it look like decorations, and the glass windows and door were covered with vegetables and fruits. I think we were in big trouble.

“Would one of you kindly explain what happened here and why I had to be called down here?” A loud angry voice said from behind us causing me to flinch and my head to start hurting again.

As soon as I turned around I almost let out a girlish fan girl squeal. Big, angry, and bald stood the boy’s lead security guy: Our babysitter, Paul.

“Uh… hey Paul.” Harry said as he rubbed the back of his neck in an awkward position.

“Explain.”

I dared to speak up next, stepping forward so I was at a close distance to Paul.

“Well you see…”

-Two Hours Earlier-

“Oh it’s on Tomlinson.” I said grabbing Liam’s milkshake from the table behind me. A loud gasp was let out from Louis as the contents of the milkshake dripped down my face.

Louis began making strange noises making all the boys start running. I felt like a deer caught in head lights, or even prey being chased by a predator. Too bad I was far too close to what it really was.

Standing before me was a Wild Louis, and let me tell you, it wasn’t a happy camper. I backed away shyly from it, hands raised as I kept eye contact with it. The Wild Louis picked up a ketchup container and mustard container from the table opposite of us, strawberry milkshake caked in his hair.