Its Gotta Be You

Ally's P.O.V

“Can I have my phone back?”

“No.”

“Can I have my phone back?”

“Nuh.”

“Can I have my phone back, please?”

“Nope.”

“Can I have my...”

“For gods sake Ally will you shut the fuck up! You've been asking that for the past fifteen minutes and haven't stopped once, just shut up,” Zooey yells over at me. She's not lying either about me asking Louis for my phone back. At first I tried to be sly and coy about it but I fail miserably at that so I resorted to the childish act of asking over and over. To my shock though Louis held strong and for the past fifteen minutes Louis held strong and kept saying no in some variation. Also to my surprise, no one said a single thing for the past fifteen minutes just watched me ask Louis over and over.

“I just want my phone back is all, is that too much to ask?” I desperately plea. “Yes, totally too much,” Louis says in a definitive voice. I decide to take the act of a small child even further and cross my arms while sighing into the couch. This gets a few chuckles from the other guys while Zooey is just death staring me down. “What?” I finally ask when the staring does not stop. “You're acting like a brat Ally, can't you just enjoy being out instead of being stuck in that cave you call your room?” She says while poking fun at what I actually call my room. I look towards the ground in defeat and can feel Louis glowing from his victory.

I look over to the clock and see that it is only three in the afternoon and wonder what we will do for the rest of the day since I am no stuck with them. As if he was reading my mind Harry asks, “So what shall we do for the rest of the day?” The boys and Zooey ponder this really thinking while I just think of what time I will get home since I still have to do chores. Finally as if he got shocked Louis jumps up and yells, “I know what we're going to do!”

I just look at him giving a scared look and ask, “And that is...?” He rolls his head to look at me and says, “You shall soon find out Ms...crap what's your last name?”

“...Ryder,” I stare at him wide eyed. “Right Ms. Ryder, you shall soon find that one out!” He adds a wink in and grabs hold of Harry's hand while pulling him up off the bed. Harry just looks back and gives me a look as if saying what are you going to do? I sigh inwardly and decide since they won't give me my phone back, Zooey has ruled out asking for it, and there is nothing else to do that I will follow Louis.

Harry's P.O.V

I pop my head out from the wall showing it below to the crowd of girls screaming. I admit that this was fun but it was even better when Ally would start to crack up hysterically. At times after I had revealed myself to the girls downstairs I would look at her and give her a goofy stare or something to make her giggle more. I look around at the rest of the boys who are all doing something to make the fans go crazy. Louis crept behind Liam and lifted up his shirt to expose him making the girls downstairs go absolutely nuts. Zayn and Zooey are on the side talking to each other about god knows what, I wonder if they're together or what the fuck is going on. Probably just fuck buddies knowing Zayn. Niall is leaning over the edge a little screaming about Ireland or something. I start to walk over to Ally deciding to mess with her a little since she gets so cute when she's flustered.

“So it's not everyday that you see a group of girls screaming for the people you're with, eh?” I give her a small smile which she returns. “Yeah, it's just so weird that people are actually screaming for your friends while you wonder why. I mean you guys are just normal boys pretty much,” The last part I didn't particularly listen to because I stopped after friends. “So we're friends now? No more wanting to run away with your phone and ditching us then?” I give her a cheeky grin and see her start to turn red from embarrassment. “Well, I mean you guys aren't particularly bad but you? Oh god I simply cannot stand you,” She ends it by giving me a small wink. “Well you know what, I don't like you either Ally,” I play along and take a step closer towards her. She's about to say something when I see flashing lights and screams that are too close for comfort. I look over to my right and see that a group of girls are progressing towards us running at full speed with no intentions of stopping.

“Run!” Liam yells with a small smile on his face. I knew that he actually loved these type of fans because they were usually the hugely dedicated ones but the most dangerous because they will attack you, especially since we have two girls with us that are unknown to them at the moment. I look over to Ally who is watching the group of girls get closer and the look on her face is pure terror. I just laugh and grab her hand pulling her after me trying to catch up with everyone else. We're too far to catch up to them since Ally is like deadweight being pulled and are too close to the fans to continue running this route so I go down a different hallway hopefully finding somewhere to hide.

“You know Als, it would maybe help if you would actually move your legs along!” I call behind me. As if that actually knocked into her I feel less drag on my hand and it falls at a loose hold instead of a strong tug. I look around for anything to hide in hoping that such a place existed because I didn't particularly feel like getting mobbed at the moment. I see an employees closet or something about ten feet ahead hoping that we can make it there before the screams get closer. It sounds like we lost a few of the girls but there is still a hefty amount to make it very audible. We reach the door and I pray that it is open while I frantically jiggle around with the handle. Finally, it pops open and I practically throw Ally in there place my hand on the small of her back and looking back to make sure that no one is there to see our escape. No one is so I slip in right behind her and shut the door shut.

Once in the closet I notice how dark it is but I can feel how close she is to me from the heat her body is radiating. I try to move to make more space in between us but I hear a soft, “Ouch.” and stop. “Sorry,” I mumble softly. “God, what was that out there!” She says loudly. I shush her down then say softly, “Oh you know we don't really come to the states that often so when we do we get a couple of crazy dedicated fans. No big really we just have to wait for someone to text us saying the coast is all clear. Till then it's just you and me babe in this closet!” I wink at the end but then remember that I can't even see her face and chuckle at myself. “This is just great,” She whines a little. “Oh come on, its not that bad. Why don't we just sit down or something and play a game to pass the time? Whatcha wanna play?” I ask comfortably. I sit down and hear a loud sigh coming from her direction and then hear rattling around as she moves things around to make a spot. This is when I notice just how close we really are, she is practically on my lap but her butt still remains on the floor with just her legs on my lap. “Sorry, no room and all,” She says. I can imagine the slow creep of crimson on her neck as she said that. “No problem at all, now what game you wanna play?” I ask.

I hear her tap her fingers on her lap and she thinks. “I have no idea,” She finally says. I think of any good game to play in a closet that is actually clean and not dirty. Finally something comes to my mind, “How about the question game?

Liam's P.O.V

I rush everyone into the room and then finally close the door behind me. Thankfully Paul had heard the noise when we were coming this way and called the other guys out to make a barrier for us. I love our fans, I really do it's just that sometimes they can be a bit overwhelming especially when we don't come here as often as we want to. At least they're not as bad as some of our hometown fans, they actually camp out in front of our homes.

I walk over to my laptop as usual to check twitter or something totally unproductive on there. First things first though, I decide to do a headcount just in case anyone is missing. Alright Niall, check, Louis, check, Zayn, check, Zooey, check, Harry...where is Harry? And where is Ally? Must have wondered off in a different direction or something? Oh well, I'll just text them telling them its all clear, shouldn't be too long till they get here.

Ally's P.O.V

“The question game? What's that?” I ask seriously curious. Being stuck in this closet was the most unusual experience I have ever had. I mean I am practically sitting on his lap and can feel all the muscles in his legs and the body heat he has and if I can concentrate hard enough I can feel his shallow breaths. I wish I could at least see his face since we are sitting in complete blackness or at least have some form of light. To be honest and not trying to sound like a kid I am afraid of the dark. I don't mean being afraid that a monster is going to pull me under the bed and take me to hell or anything like that...well only when Zooey makes me watch scary movies but besides the point. I mean like whenever I'm in the dark I feel really creeped out and usually hear things in the dark. That's why I'm kind of glad that I am just about sitting in Harry's lap, it makes me feel like someone else is in the room and someone that I know.

“Well my dear, you ask a question and I have to answer it but then I have to ask a question right after that, get it? Oh, and no repeats!” He said smoothly. I nod but then forget that he can't see me, “Alright, you first.”

` “Alright, how old are you?”

“Seventeen, where did you grow up?”

“Holmes Chapel, favourite food?”

“Chicken quesadillas, got any brother or sisters?”

“I've got a sister her names Gemma she's 20, what's your family like?”

Oh god, I don't know how to answer this one. I mean my family's not that devastatingly tragic or anything like some peoples. I have a mom, a step dad, and a wonderful and insane little sister. The only thing that has ever been really tragic is that my dad died while I was at a young age. Rachel was too young to remember him she was only four at the time and I was eight. I was always my dads little girl since Rachel seemed to favour my mom even at a younger age. I remember that one day when I came home, I was seven then, and my mom was crying in the kitchen with the home phone hanging from the chord and just dangling in the air. I wasn't sure what to do since I had never seen my mom cry before so I walked over and tugged on her shirt asking, “Mommy?” over and over again. Finally, she had snapped out of it and scooped me up into a big hug telling me that Daddy was coming home earlier than usual today and that later on we were all going to have a big talk. Back then having a big talk usually involved ice cream so I screamed, “Hooray!” and ran off to my room to play with my barbies or whatever I played with back then.

My Mom was in the Kitchen all day making my Dad's favourite meal, pot roast and potatoes. I heard the car pull in before the door even opened and as usual I ran down the stairs getting ready to jump into my Dad's arms. The door opened as I reached the last step as usual and in he walked but something was different this time. My Father was completely bald and being so young this made me laugh, “Daddy, you look like Mr. Clean!” He let down his briefcase and made a small sad smile at me opening up his arms, “Come here Aller's.” I jumped gratefully into his arms and snuggling into the nook of his neck but before he let me down I rubbed my hand over his new shiny bald head making squeaking sounds as I did so to make fun of him. He just laughed at this and let me down. That was when my mother walked into and saw his bald head. Her eyes were already red from crying all afternoon but she was not prepared to see this so she quickly ran back into the kitchen as she wiped away new tears from her eyes. I looked up to my Dad and asked, “What's wrong with Mommy, Daddy?” He just looked down at me and ruffled my hair, “We're going to talk about it in a little bit Allison.”

Later that night my father explained everything to me. He had cancer for a while now but didn't want to really worry anyone yet since it was still in its early stages but it was getting more and more severe. Back then he tried to describe chemotherapy to me but it just sounded like a scary word and that was trying to hurt my precious father. He then explained that he would continue to be 'Mr. Clean' as I so kindly put it. Then at the end of explaining everything he said, “Now Ally, don't worry. Daddy is a strong man and he can beat off anything that can come his way. I'll be okay and will be able to fight off any boy that comes your way when you grow up.” He threw a wink at me that just made me giggle. He knew that I though boys were gross and had cuties but he always went on ranting how when I was older the only way a boy was coming close to me was if he could out run his gun.

Dad never lived up to that promise though. A year later, about a week after my eighth birthday which I had spent in the hospital because I only wanted my Dad to be there, he died. My mom had run off with Rachel to go get some cookies from the cafeteria and said that they would be right back so I just stayed with my Dad to talk to each other. I could tell something was weird when my dad said, “Now Aller, you know Daddy loves you lots, right?” He spoke very slowly taking a breath in between each word. I snuggled up closer to him on the bed with my my head nuzzled on his chest and said, “Oh course Daddy. I love you too,” I looked up and gave my Dad a kiss on the cheek. He smiled down at me and told me, “You look really tired Hun, why don't you try and get some sleep?” I just smiled and held onto my Dad and fell into unconciousnes. Little did I know that was the last time that I would hear my father say he loved me or me kissing him on the cheek. When I woke up there was a fast rush around me and a nurse grabbing me off of him while he lay there limply. I cried and cried to let them let me go back to my dad and go back to sleep. I didn't understand why they were pulling me away from him, he was just sleeping right? He would wake up any minute now and give me that same smile that is full of love and let his old eyes crinkle up. He would call me his little angel and let me jump into his arms again. But no, that was the last time I even saw my Dad. I miss him so much.

“Hello, Earth to Ally!” Harry called off from in front of me. This brought me back from my sad little flash back. I feel wetness on my face and quickly wipe it away glad that it is dark and say, “Really normal actually, you know mom, step dad, and sister. Nothing out of the ordinary, how about you?” I ask mindlessly. I'm not ready to tell him, hell I haven't even told Zooey about that. It's just too painful to go back to those memories of my dad, that's the reason why my mom keeps all the pictures of him in her room, well except for one that I keep in my dresser. Only for times when I feel very lonely or need advice from him. “Als, what did we say? No repeats and now that you repeated....consequences!” He says maniacally. Oh god, I think to myself. I really hope it isn't that bad or involves light because I'm pretty sure I messed up my makeup and I'm really not in the mood anymore to do anything crazy. “So what is this consequence I have, hm Mr. Styles?” I ask sarcastically. I try to at least act normal so that he doesn't pick anything up from me. He takes a deep breath in and out as he thinks of what it could possibly be. Before I know it a bright light brightens up the phone and I scream, “Oh my dear bloody fucking lord that is bright!” Harry had taken his phone out but due to my nice word choice he is laughing hysterically on the floor. “Yeah, yeah laugh all you want, that's how I talk,” I mumble. He stops and then picks up the phone he had dropped in the process of laughing. “Liam texted me like fifteen minutes ago saying it's clear, and you Missy will get your consequence in all good timings,” He said as he stood up.

I sigh in thankfulness and take the hand that he offers, the only way I know he offered it was because he smack me in the face first. I take it and stand up and he opens the door slowly and peaks his head out, I am annoyed that he's taking so long to just put his head out that I just full out push him. He stumbles out of the door and almost runs into the wall only just putting his hands up before his head crashed into it. I walk out of the closet and start to walk down the hallway calling behind me, “Come on dumb ass.”