Battle Scars
Chapter 25
Ruby’s P.O.V.
THE NEXT DAY
 
I wake up in the trailer. What time is it? I look at my clock.
3AM.
I look out my window, and…
Oh my god.
THE DIRECTIONERS HATH FOUND THE TRAILER.
I duck my head down again and think of a way to solve this problem.
I peek up, so that you can only see my eyes. There’s a bunch of them right beside the door, one about to turn the handle. The handle is’nt locked, so I run down and try to stop it.
God she’s good.
She’s gonna win.
So I try something else.
I open the door, and go out.
“Girls girls girls. What are you doing?”
“OH CARROTS! RUBY CROFT! Ummm… hi?”
“One Direction needs their sleep. Were you at the concert last night? Or are you going to go to one of the other two?”
“We did’nt get tickets…”
“So we’re stalking them instead!”
“Directioner thinking. Well done. Okay, come in. But be very, VERY quiet. Don’t make a noise. And you’re sitting on the floor. One noise, and you’re out. Kapesh?”
‘Kapesh.”
So I open the door. They look in – wonderstruck.
I can see them siliently fangirling.
I lead them into the bathroom.
“Stay here for the night. You have everything you need – a toilet, in other words – and you’re not allowed to flush it.”
I shut the bathroom, and go back to bed.
 
Harry’s P.O.V.
Yawn. 6:30 AM.
Toilet stop.
So I open the bathroom door.
“OH MY GOD IT’S HARRY!”
“How did you get in my bathroom….?”
Then one of them says:
“We have Tacos.”
I think about it.
“Okay. You guys stay.”
TWO HOURS LATER
“Why did you let them in, Ruby?” asked Louis – in a non-threatining way.
“They showed Directioner Thinking. Directioner Thinking is rewarded if I see a good demonstration!”
The five girls are fidgeting in the corner.
“Next time that happens, give them tickets instead please.”
“Okay.”
Alaska slaps her on the back of the head.
“Ow!”
“You could’nt have given them tickets.”
“It would take an entire trip across the trailer – and back. Somebody would have woken up.”
“Well… ugh, okay.”
Ruby’s phone beeps.
She checks the message…. And goes ghostly white.
“What’s wrong… Rubes?”
She looks up.
“I was adopted.”

Author's note: Ooooh, this plot twist tasted spicy. Let's see what's for dessert in the next chapter.