Book One: One Direction's Dancer

Chapter 14- Fair

Word Count: 2305 (Woohoo!)

Kailyn's P.O.V.

"What's wrong?" Logan says through the phone.

"Nothing."

"Kailyn," I can almost see his worried face. "Since Friday, you sound dull and empty."

Was I? Sure, I felt a bit different, but not dull and empty.

"I'm fine. Now would you leave me alone?"

"Nope. Tell you what." I can hear him shuffling around.

"What?" I groan, shifting in my bed and turning down the volume of the television.

"Get ready."

"What?" I repeat.

"Get ready. I'm gonna pick you up in about an hour."

"Logan," I start, about to put up a long explanation as to why I don't want to go anywhere.

"Nope. I'm coming, and if you aren't dressed when I get there, I'm dragging you out of bed." he says before he hangs up.

I guess I'm going out then.

"Louis!" I shout flipping, onto my other side. Gosh, I'm so lazy.

"What's up?"

"Can I go out?"

"Uh, sure I guess. The boys and I actually were planning to go watch a movie or something today."

I glance at the clock on my bedside table. 2:26 pm.

I came home at about 1:30 and I'm just noticing I haven't moved since then.

"Okay, thanks." I force myself off my bed and head to the bathroom.

Once I finish cleansing myself of all dirt, I walk into my closet.

I feel really lazy, but I don't want to drag on a random t-shirt and shorts, because I have absolutely no clue as to where I'm going and I know fans will see me and ask for a picture.

I also actually care about what I'm wearing with Logan. I mean, I really don't have to, but I do. I should just wear what I want. But I want to look nice.

Look at me, having an argument about my clothes.

I'm losing my mind.

I finally settle on a purple crop top with jeans shorts and black converse. I put my hair in a simple ponytail and, as usual, put on my bracelet and necklace.

Exhausted, or just being the lazy person I am, I crawl back into my bed, but it seems as if no one wants me to relax today, someone calls from downstairs.

"Kailyn!"

"I'm coming." I turn my tv off and pick up my bag and put in my necessary things.

I slowly trudge downstairs, and Louis is staring out the window like aliens just landed on our lawn.

"Everything okay Lou?" I come up behind him and look over his shoulder.

Casually outside in a minivan is Dakota, Logan, Addison, and a boy and a girl in the passenger and driver's seat. The three in the back seats are waving there arms around and shouting my name crazily.

Weirdos.

"I guess that's my ride." I say awkwardly and turn to Louis.

"Uh yeah," he takes one last glance at the window, then looks at me, "Do you need money?"