Chapter 23
Grace’s POV:
We were woken by a piercing scream – a shriek, really.
“Shut up,” I moaned.
“You shut up,” Meg replied. “And give me some pineapples!”
“Pineapples? What do you want pineapples for?” I asked.
Meg didn’t reply, so I asked again.
“Um why would you want pineapples at seven o’clock in the morning?”
“Why would you not want pineapples at seven o’clock in the morning?” Meg retorted. “Now stop screaming!”
“I’m not screaming!”
“Oh…”
We decided to go check it out. As we zombie walked onto the landing, we saw pretty much everyone else there too.
“Who isn’t here?”
“Gabbie, Bec and Sophia,” Becky said after a quick headcount. “But Bec’s at a sleepover.” That revelation was punctuated by a loud “SHUT UP,” from Sophia, which officially informed us that it was indeed Gabrielle that was shrieking.
“Gabbie?”
We all nearly broke down her door as we crammed into her room.
“What’s wrong?”
“AAAHHHH!” she replied, holding her phone out to Imi.
“Check out… Aaahhhhh Gabbie!!!” Imi joined the shrieking, jumping up and down. Sophia let out a frustrated sigh and took the phone.
“Oh my goodness! Niall Horan tweeted ’Check out @MyNameIsGabbie’s YouTube video’ and then there’s a link!” she said.
“Ohmygod ohmygodohmygod!” we all screeched, jumping up and down. I snatched the phone and clicked the link.
It was a video I’d never seen before, one of her singing White Horse with a recording of herself four years ago.
“OH MY GOSH FETUS GABBIE!” Sophia and Becky shrieked. “YOU SOUND SO FABULOUS OH MY GOSH!”
“We have to celebrate!”
“CELEBRATE? WE HAVE TO LET THE FREAKING WORLD KNOW!!!”
“NIALL HORAN NOTICED GABBIE! WE SHOULD LET THE DEVIL KNOW!”
“I would say let God know, but I think that’s who organized it,” Becky pointed out.
“I THINK BEYONCE – Oh my god,” Romy gasped. “Beyoncé just replied to Niall’s message.”
“WHAT!?”
“Look, there’s the tweet there! And another one – Beyoncé says, “Thanks @NiallOfficial for telling me about @MyNameIsGabbie‘s video. Check it out it’s amazing!” and then the link. Gabbie you’re famous!”
We all ran for our phones, logging on to twitter.
“Taylor Swift!”
“Luke Hemmings!”
“Harry Styles!”
“You’ve gained four hundred followers, G!”
“OH MY GOSH NIALL HORAN FOLLOWED ME!”
“Niall’s tweet was retweeted two and a half thousand times already!”
“BARACK OBAMA!”
“GABRIELLE ELISANDRIELLA JOY FARON YOU ARE BEYOND FAMOUS!”
I switched to the YouTube app and squealed. “Seventeen thousand likes, twelve thousand comments, one and a half thousand messages, and nine thousand subscribers!”
“I have to reply!” Gabbie said. “Who has my phone??”
We threw it into her hands and she DM-ed Niall. “Thank you so much for what you’ve done :) I couldn’t appreciate it more if I tried!”
We all tweeted ‘@NiallOfficial thanks for making our babe @MyNameIsGabbie famous :)’ and resumed squealing.
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