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.

Lena sighs and drops her hands. "Alright alright."

I sit up on my bed at the same time Jared does. "Something's wrong isn't it?"

"Lena, what happened?" Jared asks right after me, our minds in sync. We know out best friend well enough by now. She gets cranky when something's wrong.

Lena sits beside me and I take her hand. She leans against me and I watch Jared's face fall. "Lena?" I say gently, not wanting to upset her any further.

"Rick is cheating on me," Lena says quietly.

"Oh honey," Jared moves to my bed, wrapping his arms around Lena's small figure. She's crying now, sobbing into Jared's shirt. "Rick was always a dick babe, I never understood why you kept dating him."

"He said he loved me," Lena groans and clutches at Jared's shirt. "He made me feel wanted and beautiful!"

I rub Lena's back slowly. "Lena it'll be okay. Jare and I are here for you always. Okay?" I say gently and hug her.

She nods, "I know. I love you both so much. But how do you deal with this?! You're both way more experienced with guys than I am," she looks at both of us with her eyes still shiny with tears.

Jared stands up. "First of all, I'm not. But with heartbreak comes the need of Oreos. Oreos can cheer anyone up guaranteed," he says, pulling out a brand new package of Oreos from under the small cabinet. He keeps stacks of Oreo boxes everywhere, says they're for emergencies. "Oreos will make you happy."

Lena takes the package and opens it, pulling out a couple Oreos. "Okay how do you deal Lilah?" She turns to me, biting into an Oreo.

"Well normally I just write more fanfics. I buy One Direction things and I tweet a lot," I shrug. "I don't know, I just avoid thinking about him."

"But that's not very easy some-"

The sound of an incoming Skype call coming in from my open laptop on my desk has everyone shutting up. "Probably parents checking up," I say and walk over to my desk, plopping down into my chair. I can't remember the last time I talked to my mommy.

I'm about to hit accept when I notice the username. "Holy shit..," I gasp, trailing off, my eyes going wide.

One Direction is requesting to Skype me.

**Harry's POV**

I'm bored sitting in our recording studio. We've decided to stop for the day but Liam is still recording some notes for one of his solos. Zayn and Niall are both on their phones. They've been on those things every second that they've had a break. It kind of freaks me out.

"Haz, stop looking so gloomy," Louis walks over to me and sits down.

"I'm not gloomy. I'm bored," I correct him.

"Same here," Louis sighs and pulls his own phone out.

"Louis!"

"What?!" He looks at me freaked out as if I've just killed an animal.

"Not you too!" I groan, referring to his cellphone.

Louis holds his phone to his chest. "I have things to read!"

I sigh and lean on my palm. "You're all addicted," I shake my head at them all. "Why don't you just talk to her?" I say loud enough for everyone to hear.

Zayn and Niall look up at me immediately, Louis even widens his eyes at my suggestion. "That's a good idea," Louis says impressed.

"I was partly joking," I say. We don't even have phone numbers of her's. "How would you get in contact with her?"

"Simple!" Niall smile widely and gets up, getting his laptop from where he put it on the table. "Skype."

"We don't have her-"

"Oh but we do. She has all contact information on her twitter and Wattpad account. It's perfect," Zayn says quickly, sitting beside Niall. Niall types on the laptop a bit and I see them open up a profile.

"You guys can't be serious."

"Serious about what?" Liam asks as he joins us. He must be done recording finally.

"They're going to Skype Delilah," I inform him.

"No way!" Liam exclaims and joins the other lads excited. "Come on Hazz, don't be a little pooper."

"You're all swooning."

"Nah, this is strictly business," Liam says with a wave of his hand.

We all pull up chairs and space out so we can all be seen on the screen. Niall starts the Skype call and we wait for her to answer. I really don't see why we're doing this. We're going to meet her in a couple days.

The ringing stops. "Hello?" A girl's voice comes on and soon there's a live video stream of two girls and a guy. I know immediately that blonde girl is Delilah. I've seen a couple of her photos already.

"Delilah!" Niall and Zayn say at the same time and we all wave.

"Oh god breathe Lilah," the guy says to her and I think I remember his name being Jare or something.

Niall chuckles and waves at the camera. "Hello everyone."

"Do you know how weird this is?!" Delilah says to the friends around her. I think she forgot that she's on live with us.

"So Delilah, when are you going to update Crashing Waves?" Zayn asks immediately.

Delilah starts laughing and elbows the small brunette beside her. "I promise to update soon. I just haven't had time."

"Time?! How much time do you need?!" Zayn exclaims.

"Zayn!" Liam scolds Zayn and pulls him back into his chair. Zayn pouts and crosses his arms. "Sorry Delilah-"

"Lilah. You can call me Lilah," she says.

"Well Lilah, introduce your friends," Louis says and motions at the screen.

"Oh shit- oops sorry damn- oh fuck- damn it!" Lilah stutters suddenly, a stream of profanities that make my eyes go wide. That's unattractive..

"Looks like you're crossing her off your list of girls," Louis mutters to me while wagging his eyebrows. I roll my eyes.

"Sorry! I get jumbled sometimes.. Sorry Harry," she mutters, making me look up at the screen again. "I know you hate girls who curse."

So this girl does know us. Well I think that's obvious from her followers and information she gives out. Therefor, the movie she writes for us should be relatable by all of us.

"So you go to UCLA?" I time back into the conversation as Niall asks the question.

They all nod. "Yeah. We live here in the dorms," Lilah says.

"I have a separate room," the guy says and flicks his blonde hair. Hmmm, I think he's gay.

"Mind me asking, but are you gay?" Louis asks suddenly and Liam turns to smack his leg.

"Louis!"

"What!"

"No it's fine," Jare says suddenly with loud laughter. "I'm gay and I'm proud."

"Cool, and you're a directioner?" Louis asks.

"Proudly," he smiles widely at the camera and the lads all nod in approval. We like knowing we have male fans out there.

"Anyways, I think we can all agree we're excited to start this project with you Lilah," Liam smiles warmly at them and I can see them all elbowing eachother.

"Thanks I promise it'll be a great experience for all of us."

"Also I think-"

"Boys, we've got to get heading out now," one of our security guards walks over to us and informs us.

"Okay hold on," Liam says to him and he nods. "Sorry guys we've got to head out."

"Maaaaaaan," Zayn drawls out and hangs his head backwards. "I wanted to talk to her about Crashing Waves."

I chuckle and tap him on the shoulder. "You can talk to her all you want about it in a couple days."

"True but-" Zayn looks back at the laptop excitedly suddenly and pulls out his phone.

"Zayn," I warn him. We've all had to change our phone numbers multiple times now.

"Can I get your phone number Lilah? I have some questions," Zayn says with a wide smile, his phone already ready for a new contact.

Delilah looks at us all shocked, her mouth hanging open. "I'll give it," Jare takes over and types something on the keyboard. A message shows up on the screen with two phone numbers. "The top one is her's. I have you mine as well," he grins widely.

"Okay lads we've got to get going," I say when the guard comes back in and points at his watch.

"Bye!" Everyone waves at the screen and Niall ends the call. I notice everyone adding in the new contact numbers.

"You all better text that with a different number," I say with a shake of my head. You never know what kind of chick this girl is. Can't ever be too safe.

"Do you want the number?" Louis asks me as everyone packs up.

I shake my head. "No thanks, if I want a girl's number I'll get it myself," I say.

"Suit yourself," Louis mutters and joins the lads to keep cleaning. Zayn is already on his phone. What were we going to do with our little book worm?

Whatever would happen will happen. Might as well keep moving forward. I have to admit that brunette girl was kind of cute though.

**A/N**

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