Where Do We Go From Here?

Aria, Dakota, Victoria, Selena, and Sasha are fresh out of their 9th grade year. They're dreaming of big celebrities and realize how close their dreams may be. One Direction/Ed Sheeran Fanfiction


2. Chapter 2 "Nothing"

Chapter 2


Dakota’s POV

                When Aria headed to change I went downstairs, intending to grab my ipod, but I ended up talking to Aria’s dad, Tom. I was telling him how exited I was and thanking him for inviting me when I heard thumps and protests coming from Aria’s room and rolled my eyes, laughing lightly. I could hear Aria reenter her room, bringing the oblivious loudness that only she did. Mr. Laiken said something else and I had to ask him to repeat himself. Oops…

“I asked if you were obsessed with this Brit as my daughter is,” he said kindly, with a soft fondness I’d always seen in his eyes whenever he talked about Aria, his only biological daughter. Of course, then there were us girls, who called him “Daddy Laiken” and were pretty much his kids. Aria said that made him really happy, that her friends liked him.

“Well…” I thought about my answer. “I like One Direction more, but Ed is amazing.” I smiled and Mr. Laiken laughed.

“Well-“Aria’s father was cut off by her mum yelling for him.

“Tom! Can you come here?”

“Bye Dakota,” Mr. Laiken chuckled as he walked into his room, where Aria’ mum had called from.

As if on cue, or maybe just that sixth sense Aria had, being so aware of where her parents were of all times, she entered the room, alone, which surprised me a bit.

                “Where’s the rest of the pack?” I asked, referring to our group.

“Up in my room, fighting over territory. I wanted to make sure you’re okay. You’ve been quiet.” Aria’s voice was soft and her eyes met mine.

“So have you,” I told her, not sure where the hostility that came into my voice came from. I’d been planning to ask her what was wrong and she’d beaten me to it. “So spill it,” I added.

“Nothing. I’m just so excited I can’t talk, I guess. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” I told her, meaning it, or at least I hoped I did. Something told me that wouldn’t be true for very long.

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