Drama
Chapter 42: Ready, Set, Let's Go
Leila's P.O.V.
"Oh, my God, are you serious?" I ask, my mouth open wide in surprise.
"Dead serious," Niall confirms, smiling.
"Sierra's going to jail," I recite. "Sierra's going to fucking jail."
"Sierra's going to jail," Niall repeats.
"This is really happening," Madison adds.
After a couple of deep breaths, I jump up from the couch, run around it and into Niall's arms. I can't believe it. We actually did it! We outsmarted Sierra. Then again, she's not even smart in the first place...well, I take that back because she thought of all of those nasty tricks to play on me.
"We did it," Niall whispers in my ear, letting me go.
"I know!" I breathe back.
"Shall I make some dessert for celebration?" Madison questions, heading into the kitchen.
"Sure, why not?" I reply.
"Alright!" Madison answers, pulling out all kinds of stuff from the kitchen.
"Oh! I almost forgot," Niall says, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Out come two white slips of paper and as he presses them into my palms, I realize that they're the passes we need.
"Woah! You already got them?" I exclaim.
"Yup. And that reminds me, we're doing this tomorrow," Niall states.
"What?" I ask.
"What?!" Madison shrieks, stopping her baking and looking at Niall.
"Yeah. I told my uncle that we're doing it tomorrow. You girls are ready, aren't you?" Niall explains.
"Well, I guess," I respond, glancing at Madison.
"Just think about it. The sooner we do it, the sooner Spencer is gone for good. We need to do it ASAP, before Mr. Conners finds another replacement, might I add. We're all ready, so let's do it," Niall encourages.
"You're absolutely right," I tell him.
"Okay, okay, we'll do it tomorrow," Madison accepts. "Here come the butterflies."
"Madison, everything is going to be okay. I promise," Niall says. "My uncle knows about the entire thing and if we find what we're looking for, everything goes our way."
Madison sighs in relief and gives us a weak smile before continuing with dessert. The rest of the night is spent going over the plan so we know exactly what we're doing and before we know it, it's late and I'm yawning. We better get a good night's sleep if we want this to go perfectly well.
.
My eyes pop open as my alarm goes off and I remember. It's the big day. The day we sneak into "Red Light Studios." The day where we set everything right. The day where Spencer finally loses and I reign.
That's enough for me to eagerly roll out of bed and get ready. Even though it's early, my excitedness gets the better of me and I have way too much energy this morning. I'm taking that as a sign to not drink coffee.
Madison helps me with my makeup and once she's done, she was right: I look nothing like my old self. The long, blonde hair, different style of makeup, the dress and heels, and even my glasses have transformed me into something unique. Niall's expression when I walk out of the bathroom is one I'll never forget.
After we are physically finished, we begin packing the things we need, although it's basically just our usual stuff we can't leave the house without. After a half an hour of running around the apartment, we eventually all meet up in the living room.
"Okay, is everyone ready?" Madison announces.
"I'm all good," Niall confirms.
"Ready," I state as I look up from checking my bag.
"Let's go," Madison instructs, smiling and leading the way out the door.
We follow Madison as she steps out of the building and to her car. We figured it might be easier to have her drive us instead of walking or even taking the bus. We're all quiet on the short ride to the studio, all of us in our own thoughts. Madison makes sure to park a road over otherwise the security will probably get suspicious. I've seen enough trouble happen right outside of the main entrance and none of them have been pretty. All of us get out of the car and hide across the street.
"Okay, Niall, this is it," Madison starts.
"You can do it," I cheer, smiling at him. "Good luck!"
"Alright, here goes nothing," he says, giving me a quick kiss before emerging from our hiding spot and casually walking to the security. Madison and I watch as the security greets him like a
friend and they allow him in. I'm jealous at the fact that he doesn't even need a pass to get in because they all know him. He disappears into the building and now Madison and I wait. Niall is supposed to be heading to the monitor room right now and once he's in, he will text us to let us know and then it's our turn.
"You ready?" Madison asks.
"I don't know, I'm getting really nervous now," I admit.
"Don't worry, me too," she reveals. "I just hope this doesn't get me kicked out of LA."
"You're not going to get kicked out of LA," I assure her, looking at her in astonishment.
"I know, I can't stop thinking about the negatives that could come out of this," she says.
"Trust me, everything will be just fine," I reply.
"Are you sure?"
"I know you've never met Spencer, but once this is all over, you will be praising yourself for helping us with this."
"Oh, from all of the things you've told me about her, I already hate her. I'm not afraid of that, I'm just a little bit scared that we're going to get caught."
"This coming from the girl who told me she's gotten into so many places because of disguises and is okay with all of that?" I shockingly point out.
"Okay, well, I was in disguises for all of that! I'm me, now. It just feels different," Madison replies.
"I know what you mean," I agree.
Suddenly, my phone goes off and I check it.
From: Niall
I'm in, everything looks safe. It's your turn now. I believe in you
"Alright, Madison, let's go," I breathe, getting to my feet. Madison stands up and follows me and we make our way across the street to the security guards. One of them approaches me and now I'm scared as I recognize this one. I used to see him every day when I came to the studio.
He's really nice, but I hope he doesn't identify me.
"Pass?" he asks, holding out his hand. I take a deep breath as I give him the piece of paper with Uncle Charlie's handwritten note on it. Feeling like I need to explain it, I do.
"Hi, we are here to see Charlie Horan. We have a meeting with him at 9," I define, surprising myself at how good that sounded. He looks up at me and hands back the pass.
"Go on in," he nods, letting us gain access into the studio.
"Thank you!" Madison says, and we walk in the building. As we walk, I can't believe we made it in without them knowing it was me! Yes!
We enter in the big, glass doors and it feels so good to be stepping inside of here again. This is where I belong, I can feel it. To be completely honest now, I'm starting to miss this place the longer we're in here. Madison comes in my view and I focus back on what we are exactly here for because this time, it's not for acting.
"Okay, I have no idea where it is," she whispers to me. "And this place is cool!"
"I know, right? Okay, it's down this way. Follow me," I direct, leading the way down the familiar hallway I walked every day. I pass by the girls' dressing room and a sensation of nostalgia washes over me. I turn and shake my head away from that because again, I've got to focus.
We pass door after door, most of them I know what's behind them, and finally we reach the right one. I reach for the handle and try opening it, but it's locked. Niall's supposed to be in there, how is it locked?!
"Try knocking," Madison suggests, and right when I put my fist up to the door, Niall opens it and quickly pulls us in.
"You made it," Niall speaks, hugging me and shutting the door behind Madison.
"Okay, as much as I love this, we need to find the evidence before someone finds us. And I thought you said your uncle would be here," I tell him.
"Sorry," Niall apologizes, untangling himself from me. "I thought he would be here, too. Maybe he just got caught up in some stuff."
"Yeah, maybe," I reply, walking over to the monitors that are recording at this very minute.
"Okay, how do we work these things?"
"All I know is that there's a remote that would probably help for this," Niall informs.
"Okay, so where's the remote?" I ask.
"Lei," Madison says, holding up something rectangular.
"How long were you holding that?" I question, feeling very dumb now.
"Since you and Niall were still hugging," she responds. Oh, well then.
"Anyways, I remember seeing someone use that to find a list of dates that you can click on.
You just pick the date you want and it will go to the very beginning of that day," Niall explains.
"So will all of the monitors show that day? Because all of these are located in different places, so I'm guessing they will all flip to the date," Madison suggests.
"I think so," Niall certifies.
"Are they going to stop recording right now if we switch to another day?" I ask.
"They shouldn't. Just because they don't show up on these screens doesn't mean the
cameras around the studio are going to completely shut down," Niall clarifies.
"Here! I've got it!" Madison exclaims. Niall and I rush over to her and the screen she's currently at has indeed a list of dates.
"Okay, well, the last thing that happened with me was last Friday when I got fired," I recall. "That would be...August 8."
Madison pushes the buttons on the remote and the dates highlight with each push. "August 8" appears highlighted and she clicks on it. Suddenly, all of the screens flicker and change to the recording of August 8.
"Woah," I breathe. I notice on all of the monitors that there's a digital clock in the corner and it's reading: 12:02am. "Madison, I think you need to fast forward it now because it's midnight according to the time."
"Okay, um, what time did the incident happen?" she asks me.
"Uh, around 8:00," I answer, remembering back. "But you might want to stop it at around 6:45."
Madison clicks a few buttons and the screens speed up. I watch the time in the corner and once it gets to 6:30, I tell her to stop.
"Which screen is it?" I anxiously question.
"I don't know! I've never been in this place before!" Madison answers.
"Are you looking for the dressing room?" Niall asks.
"Yeah," I answer. "Do you see it?"
"Yup. It's the third from the middle," Niall points out, literally holding up his finger to the screen. I scoot closer to the monitor and examine what's happening. 4 figures are standing around talking in the middle of the dressing room. The three that are facing us I can clearly tell are our stylists: Bella, Sam, and Brittany. The one who has her back to us is Spencer, I'm guessing, because her hair is cascading down her back in curly waves, like it usually does. This is where Spencer was probably planning what look to change me into.
All of a sudden, the door bursts open and Mr. Conners stands in the doorway. All of our heads turn to him.
"What are you kids doing in here?!" he demands, making us jump. None of us know what to say, but Mr. Conners looks closer at our faces and I know he recognizes one of us in here. "Niall? What...?" Then he looks at me.
"Leila?"
"Oh, my God, are you serious?" I ask, my mouth open wide in surprise.
"Dead serious," Niall confirms, smiling.
"Sierra's going to jail," I recite. "Sierra's going to fucking jail."
"Sierra's going to jail," Niall repeats.
"This is really happening," Madison adds.
After a couple of deep breaths, I jump up from the couch, run around it and into Niall's arms. I can't believe it. We actually did it! We outsmarted Sierra. Then again, she's not even smart in the first place...well, I take that back because she thought of all of those nasty tricks to play on me.
"We did it," Niall whispers in my ear, letting me go.
"I know!" I breathe back.
"Shall I make some dessert for celebration?" Madison questions, heading into the kitchen.
"Sure, why not?" I reply.
"Alright!" Madison answers, pulling out all kinds of stuff from the kitchen.
"Oh! I almost forgot," Niall says, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Out come two white slips of paper and as he presses them into my palms, I realize that they're the passes we need.
"Woah! You already got them?" I exclaim.
"Yup. And that reminds me, we're doing this tomorrow," Niall states.
"What?" I ask.
"What?!" Madison shrieks, stopping her baking and looking at Niall.
"Yeah. I told my uncle that we're doing it tomorrow. You girls are ready, aren't you?" Niall explains.
"Well, I guess," I respond, glancing at Madison.
"Just think about it. The sooner we do it, the sooner Spencer is gone for good. We need to do it ASAP, before Mr. Conners finds another replacement, might I add. We're all ready, so let's do it," Niall encourages.
"You're absolutely right," I tell him.
"Okay, okay, we'll do it tomorrow," Madison accepts. "Here come the butterflies."
"Madison, everything is going to be okay. I promise," Niall says. "My uncle knows about the entire thing and if we find what we're looking for, everything goes our way."
Madison sighs in relief and gives us a weak smile before continuing with dessert. The rest of the night is spent going over the plan so we know exactly what we're doing and before we know it, it's late and I'm yawning. We better get a good night's sleep if we want this to go perfectly well.
.
My eyes pop open as my alarm goes off and I remember. It's the big day. The day we sneak into "Red Light Studios." The day where we set everything right. The day where Spencer finally loses and I reign.
That's enough for me to eagerly roll out of bed and get ready. Even though it's early, my excitedness gets the better of me and I have way too much energy this morning. I'm taking that as a sign to not drink coffee.
Madison helps me with my makeup and once she's done, she was right: I look nothing like my old self. The long, blonde hair, different style of makeup, the dress and heels, and even my glasses have transformed me into something unique. Niall's expression when I walk out of the bathroom is one I'll never forget.
After we are physically finished, we begin packing the things we need, although it's basically just our usual stuff we can't leave the house without. After a half an hour of running around the apartment, we eventually all meet up in the living room.
"Okay, is everyone ready?" Madison announces.
"I'm all good," Niall confirms.
"Ready," I state as I look up from checking my bag.
"Let's go," Madison instructs, smiling and leading the way out the door.
We follow Madison as she steps out of the building and to her car. We figured it might be easier to have her drive us instead of walking or even taking the bus. We're all quiet on the short ride to the studio, all of us in our own thoughts. Madison makes sure to park a road over otherwise the security will probably get suspicious. I've seen enough trouble happen right outside of the main entrance and none of them have been pretty. All of us get out of the car and hide across the street.
"Okay, Niall, this is it," Madison starts.
"You can do it," I cheer, smiling at him. "Good luck!"
"Alright, here goes nothing," he says, giving me a quick kiss before emerging from our hiding spot and casually walking to the security. Madison and I watch as the security greets him like a
friend and they allow him in. I'm jealous at the fact that he doesn't even need a pass to get in because they all know him. He disappears into the building and now Madison and I wait. Niall is supposed to be heading to the monitor room right now and once he's in, he will text us to let us know and then it's our turn.
"You ready?" Madison asks.
"I don't know, I'm getting really nervous now," I admit.
"Don't worry, me too," she reveals. "I just hope this doesn't get me kicked out of LA."
"You're not going to get kicked out of LA," I assure her, looking at her in astonishment.
"I know, I can't stop thinking about the negatives that could come out of this," she says.
"Trust me, everything will be just fine," I reply.
"Are you sure?"
"I know you've never met Spencer, but once this is all over, you will be praising yourself for helping us with this."
"Oh, from all of the things you've told me about her, I already hate her. I'm not afraid of that, I'm just a little bit scared that we're going to get caught."
"This coming from the girl who told me she's gotten into so many places because of disguises and is okay with all of that?" I shockingly point out.
"Okay, well, I was in disguises for all of that! I'm me, now. It just feels different," Madison replies.
"I know what you mean," I agree.
Suddenly, my phone goes off and I check it.
From: Niall
I'm in, everything looks safe. It's your turn now. I believe in you
"Alright, Madison, let's go," I breathe, getting to my feet. Madison stands up and follows me and we make our way across the street to the security guards. One of them approaches me and now I'm scared as I recognize this one. I used to see him every day when I came to the studio.
He's really nice, but I hope he doesn't identify me.
"Pass?" he asks, holding out his hand. I take a deep breath as I give him the piece of paper with Uncle Charlie's handwritten note on it. Feeling like I need to explain it, I do.
"Hi, we are here to see Charlie Horan. We have a meeting with him at 9," I define, surprising myself at how good that sounded. He looks up at me and hands back the pass.
"Go on in," he nods, letting us gain access into the studio.
"Thank you!" Madison says, and we walk in the building. As we walk, I can't believe we made it in without them knowing it was me! Yes!
We enter in the big, glass doors and it feels so good to be stepping inside of here again. This is where I belong, I can feel it. To be completely honest now, I'm starting to miss this place the longer we're in here. Madison comes in my view and I focus back on what we are exactly here for because this time, it's not for acting.
"Okay, I have no idea where it is," she whispers to me. "And this place is cool!"
"I know, right? Okay, it's down this way. Follow me," I direct, leading the way down the familiar hallway I walked every day. I pass by the girls' dressing room and a sensation of nostalgia washes over me. I turn and shake my head away from that because again, I've got to focus.
We pass door after door, most of them I know what's behind them, and finally we reach the right one. I reach for the handle and try opening it, but it's locked. Niall's supposed to be in there, how is it locked?!
"Try knocking," Madison suggests, and right when I put my fist up to the door, Niall opens it and quickly pulls us in.
"You made it," Niall speaks, hugging me and shutting the door behind Madison.
"Okay, as much as I love this, we need to find the evidence before someone finds us. And I thought you said your uncle would be here," I tell him.
"Sorry," Niall apologizes, untangling himself from me. "I thought he would be here, too. Maybe he just got caught up in some stuff."
"Yeah, maybe," I reply, walking over to the monitors that are recording at this very minute.
"Okay, how do we work these things?"
"All I know is that there's a remote that would probably help for this," Niall informs.
"Okay, so where's the remote?" I ask.
"Lei," Madison says, holding up something rectangular.
"How long were you holding that?" I question, feeling very dumb now.
"Since you and Niall were still hugging," she responds. Oh, well then.
"Anyways, I remember seeing someone use that to find a list of dates that you can click on.
You just pick the date you want and it will go to the very beginning of that day," Niall explains.
"So will all of the monitors show that day? Because all of these are located in different places, so I'm guessing they will all flip to the date," Madison suggests.
"I think so," Niall certifies.
"Are they going to stop recording right now if we switch to another day?" I ask.
"They shouldn't. Just because they don't show up on these screens doesn't mean the
cameras around the studio are going to completely shut down," Niall clarifies.
"Here! I've got it!" Madison exclaims. Niall and I rush over to her and the screen she's currently at has indeed a list of dates.
"Okay, well, the last thing that happened with me was last Friday when I got fired," I recall. "That would be...August 8."
Madison pushes the buttons on the remote and the dates highlight with each push. "August 8" appears highlighted and she clicks on it. Suddenly, all of the screens flicker and change to the recording of August 8.
"Woah," I breathe. I notice on all of the monitors that there's a digital clock in the corner and it's reading: 12:02am. "Madison, I think you need to fast forward it now because it's midnight according to the time."
"Okay, um, what time did the incident happen?" she asks me.
"Uh, around 8:00," I answer, remembering back. "But you might want to stop it at around 6:45."
Madison clicks a few buttons and the screens speed up. I watch the time in the corner and once it gets to 6:30, I tell her to stop.
"Which screen is it?" I anxiously question.
"I don't know! I've never been in this place before!" Madison answers.
"Are you looking for the dressing room?" Niall asks.
"Yeah," I answer. "Do you see it?"
"Yup. It's the third from the middle," Niall points out, literally holding up his finger to the screen. I scoot closer to the monitor and examine what's happening. 4 figures are standing around talking in the middle of the dressing room. The three that are facing us I can clearly tell are our stylists: Bella, Sam, and Brittany. The one who has her back to us is Spencer, I'm guessing, because her hair is cascading down her back in curly waves, like it usually does. This is where Spencer was probably planning what look to change me into.
All of a sudden, the door bursts open and Mr. Conners stands in the doorway. All of our heads turn to him.
"What are you kids doing in here?!" he demands, making us jump. None of us know what to say, but Mr. Conners looks closer at our faces and I know he recognizes one of us in here. "Niall? What...?" Then he looks at me.
"Leila?"
Notes
Cliffhanger! Hehe I plan a lot of these, haven't you noticed?Please tell everyone you know about this fanfic! We're getting to the end of it but this is one of my favorites that I've written so far and I want a lot of people to read it! Also please vote, too!
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