Chapter Three: Fangirling

Chapter Three: Fangirling

**Lilah's POV**

Shopping spree and makeover with @JareeBear *sarcasm* can't wait.

I hit send and my tweet is sent. I look at myself once more in the full length mirror in my room and sigh. I've never really been a fan of boots. Especially not uggs. The only pair I've ever bought was the 1D uggs and I've only worn them twice.

"Hey, you look fine. But if you want to wear your sandals you can," Jared sighs at me, noticing my look on my face. "But you're keeping on the rest. No way are you wearing One Direction today," he says strictly.

Jared swivels in my desk chair and bites into an Oreo. That boy has an addiction to those cookies. I walk across my room and take off my boots, slipping my feet into a pair of sandals. I feel better already.

"Okay I'm ready," I turn towards him smiling.

"Spin," he commands and I put my hands on my hips.

"You aren't serious," I say to him.

"I'm serious Lilah. Spin!" He commands again and waves his hand around in a spinning motion. I roll my eyes but spin for him. "I don't like your jeans. The tops nice and the jacket is attractive, but the jeans..," Jared trails off and I stop spinning.

"Jared," I glare at him and he holds up his hands, an Oreo still in his right hand.

"What?! I'm just saying Lilah," he says before putting the Oreo in his mouth. "Besides you love me," he smiles wickedly at me, Oreo bits still stuck in his teeth.

I stick my tongue out at him and plop down into my bed. "Whatever. Just don't give me black hair," I said.

My phone buzzed violently in my pocket and I pulled out my phone.

Twitter: @Harry_Styles I'm sure you'll live. Wait till you meet Louis. @Official_Directioner

I squeal and jump up from my bed, literally exploding with how ecstatic I am. "JARED! OHMYGOD!" I scream at him, still jumping up and down.

Jared looks at me with wide, knowing eyes. "Who tweeted you?" He asks and already he's pulling out his phone. "HARRY?! NO FUCKING WAY!" He yells just as excited as me and bursts out of his chair, running over to me and joining my crazy jumping phase.

We're both screaming like girls, the feeling of being tweeted by Harry Styles is too intense for me to take in. I love how Jared is gay and can appreciate this moment correctly with me.

"He tweeted! He tweeted! He tweeted!" I break out into random dance moves still screaming. Jared is giggling madly with me and I can see his fingers typing madly on his phone, probably sending out a tweet as well.

"Woah," Jared says suddenly and his change of emotion shocks me a bit.

"What happened?" I ask him and stop jumping up and down. Jared's staring at his phone as well.

"HARRY IS FOLLOWING ME!" He squeals, bringing on another round of jumping and screaming like the fangirls we are.

Oh it's happening. I can feel it. My fanfictions. Oh the feels!

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When we finally stop screaming our asses off, we take deep breaths and compose ourselves for the outside world. Jared hugs me, thanking me repeatedly for being his friend and I can't help but giggle from his affection.

"Let's go!" He exclaims and grabs my hand, pulling me out of my room. "We must keep out cool in public. We have a high status in the Directioner World," he whispers to me with a wide smile on his face.

I giggle and we swing our hands together. "I've always been kind of up there," I remind him.

Not to sound conceited, but it's true. I have the most talked about accounts. Of course I have to work hard to get that way.

Jared bumps me with his hip. "Oh shut up Lilah. You know you'd be no where without me," he grins at me and winks with a giggle.

"Oh please, I showed you One Direction," I say.

Jared sighs and waves his hand away. "Sure sure. But I'm your motivation. You're stories revolve around moi," he flutters his blonde eyelashes at me and we both burst out laughing.

"You're so stupid Jare," I tease him, using the nickname Lena and I gave him when we first met him.

"Shut up, you love me," he grins widely and I wag my eyebrows at him.

"Not as much as one of the boys will!"

"Now that, is very much true," he flips his blonde hair away from his blue eyes. "Maybe I'll get a sick ass hair cut."

"Do it, I guarantee you'll look five hundred times cuter!" I stick my tongue out at him when he playfully glares.

Jared pushes open the door leading outside and I walk out. "Oh girl, I can work it already," he says in an ultra gay voice and struts towards me, his hips swaying violently. I burst out laughing and smile at a couple watching.

"That doesn't look very appealing," I joke with him.

"It's not very fun to do either," he says and starts walking normally again. "Besides, I'm not THAT gay," he laughs.

"Oh shut up, you're sooo gay," I say, stressing "so."

"Whatever, gay guys for the win!" He exclaims and runs off, sprinting towards my car in the student parking lot. "SHOT GUN!"

"Idiot, there's only two of us," I say when I reach the car, pulling my keys out of my purse.

"Yes, but I don't want to drive today." We both climb into the car and he pulls on his seatbelt. "Anyways, good thing you have a decent car."

I pull on my own seatbelt and start the car. "What is that supposed to mean?!"

"It means, that One Direction will be able to look at it," Jared says and props his feet on the dashboard. He's too tall to do so comfortably so he puts his feet back on the ground. "Being six feet tall sucks sometimes," he sighs.

"Oh sure Jared," I roll my eyes at him and look behind me to reverse out of the parking lot.

"Well you wouldn't know. You're only five-four."

"I'm five-six thank you very much," I correct him and he waves it away. "Now where are we going?" I ask him and start driving towards the main street.

"The mall duh," he says as if I can read his mind.

"Oh good. Because I love the mall," I say with a sigh.

I actually don't like the mall for very specific reasons. Most of which involve the many, many people there, but also the fact that half of the store workers are rude. I don't know about other people but I hate people who are openly rude. I even dedicated a fanfic to rudeness and how the girl could never make one of the boys fall in love with her.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. "Jared, could you get my phone out of my pocket?" Jared reached into my jacket pocket and pulls out my iPhone.

"Wow, maybe you should change your case," he says, eyeing the One Direction case. "Haven't you been using this one for like a week already? Aren't you overdue?" He asks, referring to the fact that I change my case practically everyday.

"I've been lazy. And busy trying to write more chapters. My followers won't wait forever," I inform him. "What does my phone say?" I glance away from the road to look at my phone in Jared's hands.

"Hey! You know the rules. Eyes on the road Lilah," he pulls the phone out of my view and I look back towards the road. He's always been really specific towards us driving ever since Lena almost crashed his car.

"Okay okay! Just tell me what my phone says." Excitement is practically eating away at me.

"Oooo, new comment on your fanfic Make Me Mine," he says and I frown a bit. Darn, I thought it might be another tweet from the boys. "Oh. Shit!"

"What?! What?!" I exclaim and turn towards him, thankful for the red light.

"Listen to this: We've read a lot of these fanfics, but I can honestly say your way of writing amazes all of us. I'm glad we found you and not some random person who doesn't know anything about us. Can't wait to meet! Nialler."

For a moment we sit in complete silence.

"Oh...my..."

"God!" Jared finished me sentence and we start squealing all over again.

Loud annoying honks come from behind me and I turn back towards the road, the lights green. I start driving again, nervous about the way my hands are shaking.

"The boys are actually reading my fanfics," I say dumbly. "Oh my god."

Jared says nothing for a change and I glance at him. He's madly typing something and I realize it's my phone. "Hey! Jared what're you doing?!" I go to reach for my phone.

"Hey!" He yells at me and holds my phone away. "Eyes on road Lilah."

I groan but don't protest. "At least tell me what you're doing," I say.

"Just tweeting to your fans. Updating them on your current events," Jared says like it's no big deal.

"Alright." I let him take over my twitter for the drive. What could it hurt right?

** Niall's POV **

Harry stepped in front of Zayn and slapped him across the face. I didn't know the reason but I could see anger across Harry's features. For a moment, the two of them stood perfectly still, staring straight at eachother. And them they flew at eachother, kissing and groping at-

"What the fuck!" I exclaim and burst into laughter at the fanfic I was reading. After reading a bunch of Delilah's fanfics I decided to check out some other fans. I think I'm getting some kind of addiction for the fans little stories about us.

"What happened Nialler?" Zayn asks me from across the room. He's on his phone as well, sprawled out on the couch.

"Oh my god dude, you have to read this one fanfic! You and Harry are like together. It's funny as shit," I say and chuckle at Zayn's disturbed face.

"Is it by Delilah?"

"No thank god. Imagine? That'd be weird as fuck having to spend time with her."

Zayn shakes his head. "Our fans are a bit strange aren't they?"

"Yeah." I agree with him and he turns back towards his phone. "What're you reading?"

"One of Delilah's. Crashing Waves, this girl and I are in love I guess. At the beach currently but she left it at a damn cliffhanger. I wonder what happens next!" Zayn groans and throws his arm over his face. He's been one of the more interested readers among us lads.

I laugh at him and throw one of my gold fish cracker at him. I miss terribly of course. Fish weren't made to fly.

"You'll get over it. Just read one of her others."

"No! You don't understand Nialler, this one is legit good," Zayn says, his eyes wide. "I feel like I'm in the story."

"That's cause you are stupid," I joke with him and he glares at me.

"You get what I mean. I'm tweeting this girl right now, tell her to update Crashing Waves. I need to know," Zayn says seriously and I can't contain my laughter. He's very much amusing.

I can tell this girl Delilah just might be an interesting person. I just hope she isn't one of the extremely obsessed fans...

**Lilah's POV**

I'm in the middle of changing when Jared's squeal drifts to me. "What now Jare?" I pull up the zipper on the dress Jared made me try on. It's black and strapless, hugging my curves.

Honestly, I don't have the best body. I'm not fat but I certainly don't have that space in the middle of my thighs every girl on the planet is obsessed with. Not me though, I liked the way I looked. Sports really shaped me in high school.

"Zayn tweeted you," Jared drawls out and I can hear the smile in his voice.

I glance once more at myself in the mirror before opening the door. Jared's typing rapidly on my phone, probably replying to whatever Zayn said. I haven't been able to get my phone from him ever since he took it in the car.

"Ahem," I cough and strike a pose as he looks up. "You like?"

Jared lets out a whistle and wags his eyebrows at me. "You look hot in that dress. Add it to the others," he says and turns his attention back towards my phone. "Oh by the way, Zayn is begging you to update Crashing Waves."

"BEGGING?!" I yell and cover my mouth, a couple turning to look at me strangely.

"Begging. He's read it I guess and likes it," Jared says still typing away at my phone. Suddenly he aims the phone at me and I hear the camera shutter go off.

"Jared!" I protest.

"What? I'm tweeting how hot you look," he says.

"Oh my god Jared. You're killing me," I groan and run a hand through my blonde hair. It's nerve wracking to know that the boys are most likely to see that picture now. I can't help but picture how I looked in that picture. Was my hair a mess? Do I look disgusting? Oh god was a smiling?

Knowing Jared though, I would never have a chance to protest against it. I sigh and head back into the dressing room. Might as well get used to them seeing me. I was going to make their movie anyways.

"Zayn said he likes the dress and Harry retweeted!" Jared screams from the other side of the door.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

"Did you die?" Jared asks cautiously.

"I think so," I choke out, my eyes wide and my hands shaking.

"Don't freak out," Jared was suddenly in the small room, staring at me with his blue eyes. "There are people in the store. Don't freak out."

I work on my breathing as Jared helps me through my fangirl attack. I could feel the tears in my eyes coming. I love the boys so much, this is seriously a fucking dream. A dream that I never want to wake up from.

*A/N** Comment maybe?

Fangirls unite XD haha .

This is fun to write. (: