Melody's POV

I stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly, knowing that Katrina would be here any minute and she didn't know that One Direction was actually staying at my house.
Although they had specific instructions to stay in the basement and be quiet or face my wrath, I worried that they would still be out in the living room goofing off. You just never know with those boys.
The doorbell rang, and I quickly put on a sports bra and shorts and ran down the stairs.

I heard one of the boys whistle approvingly.
"Yummy," Louis shouted from the living room.
"Take a picture. It lasts longer. Now get lost! You're supposed to be in the basement!" I shouted back. "She doesn't know you're here!"
"That's what we were forgetting!" I heard Zayn say, then the sound of people walking down stairs.
I sprinted to the door and opened it. "Kat!" I shouted, throwing my arms around her.
"Mel!" she shouted back, dropping her bag and hugging me back.
"Okay, I have a two HUGE surprises for you, but I have to get ready first. You brought all your clothes, right?" I asked, pulling her up the stairs.
"Yup. The very few clothes I own are in these bags," she answered.
"Good. Hey, did you hear about that concert at the Fargodome tonight?" I asked casually, walking into the bathroom.
"Nope. No internet or TV, remember?"
"Oh shit. I can't believe I forgot that," I lied. Of course I knew she didn't have cable or internet at her house. Which is why this plan was perfect. I did my makeup quickly and grabbed my hairbrush.
"Yeah, considering you've never forgotten it before," she said suspiciously.
"Well, anyway, I got us backstage passes, front-row seats, and VIP entrance," I said, brushing out my hair.
"Whose concert is it?"
"That's the surprise. The other surprise comes either before or after the concert, depending on whether they're taking the same car as us or not," I said, stepping behind the shower curtain to change.
"Who's 'they'?"
"Nice try."
"Dammit."
We didn't talk for a few minutes until I came out from behind the curtain.

"When did you get those clothes?" Katrina asked.
"Today."
"You went shopping today? Who'd you go with?"
"People."
"So now we're using plural nouns, huh?" Katrina said, stretching her legs out in front of her.
"Yup."
"And one-syllable words."
"Correct. That's two syllables," I said cockily, grinning at her.
She stuck her tongue out at me. I grabbed my curling iron and plugged it in, then grabbed Katrina's bags and took everything out of them.
"Mel, whatchya doin'?" she asked me.
"Finding your outfit. Not this," I said, throwing a hideous green top back into one of the bags. "Definitely not this," I said as I threw a pair of orange leggings into the bag with the green top. I sorted through everything quickly and came up with an awesome outfit.

I quickly curled our hair and styled Katrina's, then did her makeup and sent her behind the curtain to get changed.
"I'll be right back. Stay in here and don't go anywhere else," I said, walking out the door and down the stairs. I walked down to the basement to make sure the boys were ready.
"You ready to make a run for it?" I asked the boys. They were messing around in the music room, Niall playing the guitar, Harry trying (and failing miserably) to play the piano, Liam playing a ukulele and dancing around with his feet stuck together by shoelaces, Louis attempting to play a violin with his fingers, and Zayn was having a staring contest with the mandolin.
"Yeah!" Zayn shouted, jumping up from his spot in front of the mandolin.
"Are you guys going to be in the same car as Katrina and me or a different one?"
"The same, but you'll have to get out before us so she doesn't see us," Harry answered, standing up and taking the violin from Louis. He put it back on the stand and walked over to me. He was closely followed by Louis, who whispered something in Harry's ear, who frowned and shook his head.
I walked over to Liam and took the ukulele from him, then untied his shoes and put the ukulele away. Niall and Liam had joined Zayn, Louis, and Harry where I had previously been standing.
"Okay, so I'm going to text you when you can go out to the car, and you text me when you're ready for us to come out. And remember, if you're going to talk, talk in American accents, and don't text or answer calls. Phones light up and light equals seeing faces. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!" Zayn said. I glared at him.
"Cocky today, are we Zayn?" I asked before walking up the stairs. I walked through the living room and took my phone off its charger, then walked up to the second floor.
"What do you think, Mel?" Katrina asked me when I shut the door.
"You look hot," I said. "Ready?"
"Yeah, except I don't have a clue who we're even seeing tonight!" she said.
"Trust me, you love them," I said, pulling out my iPhone and texting Harry.

Me: Go now. We can't sit here and talk about how she has no clue who's doing the concert all night.
Harry: K.

"I'd better, because if my mother finds out I went to a concert without her knowing, she'd kill me," Katrina said. "And what music don't I love?"
My phone went off and I opened the text.
"Who are you texting?" Katrina asked, looking at my phone. I turned my phone away, but not before she saw something.
"Who's Harry?"
"A friend of mine, apparently," I answered.
"What's his last name?"
"Styles," I said, grinning. "According to my phone at least. Ella got my phone somehow and changed some names so I don't have a clue who I'm texting."
I looked at my phone screen again.

Harry: We're in the car. hurry up.
Me: On our way!

"Okay, so we're carpooling with some people who are going to the concert too. They're not very talkative unless they're talking to each other, so try not to talk to them, okay?" I said, pulling Katrina out of the bathroom.
"O-kay? I think?" she said.
"They rented a limo so don't freak out," I said.
"Why would you rent a limo for a concert?"
"I don't know, but at least we'll be arriving in style, right?" I asked. I suddenly had an idea.

Me: Harry, I have an idea! I have to sit by you, though, okay?
Harry: Okay

I walked out the front door and locked it behind me. "Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go then, because it was a really bad idea to wear a skirt."
Katrina laughed as we ran to the limo. I climed inside and I felt a hand grab mine and pull me over.
"What's your plan?"

Notes

Oooh! The suspense! (sorta.) :)

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