I turned the phone over in my hand a few times. Who the hell would leave an iPhone on a bench. I slid my finger across the front once more, determined to find the owner. I typed in a few codes -1234, 5678, 9101,1112,- i thought for a moment longer -0000- to my surprise, the screen changed and brought me to the homepage. ‘Who the hell would make their passcode 0000?’ I asked myself as I opened the call log. There were very few names in the list but I called the most recent, Harry.
"Hello?" A deep British accent filled my ear and surprised me for a moment.
“Um, hi, yeah my name is Candace and I found this phone on a bench. I’m not sure who the owner is but could you let them know I have it?”
“Oi! I will let him know thanks.”
The line went dead and I smiled to myself smugly. I may not be a super spy but I sure felt like it. I tucked the phone in my pocket and began walking to the bus. I was really not looking forward to the first class of the day. Physics, ugh. Even the word sends shivers down my spine I took a seat on the bench and waited for the familiar ugly ashy blue bus to appear.
I guess I should introduce myself as I’ll be the one taking you on this adventure. Hello, my name is Candace. I’m a 20 year old college student living in Georgia. Yeah, I know, sorta seems boring. Anyway, I’m just a normal plain girl. I have a blog and that’s basically how I spend my days (when I’m not studying my ass off trying my damnedest to escape this god forsaken place.) I like music, books, and food so that’s it for me. I’ve never been much do those about me things. Anyway, back to the story then.
I climbed on the bus and flashed my pass. The bus driver waited for me to take my seat before pulling off. I silently thanked her, if she would have moved the weight of this backpack probably would have knocked me down. I pulled what I thought to be my phone from my pocket and slid my earbuds in. I went to unlock the phone but noticed it was not mine. Lazily, I still opened the phone, maybe this person has some good taste in music. A unknown numbers text waited on the screen. I went through the music first, pleasantly surprised with the amount of The Devil Wears Prada the person had added. I clicked on a song and let the music fill my ears before reading the text.
"Hey this is Niall. And this is me phone. Im gettin on a plane at the moment but I’ll be gettin in touch with an adress to ship it too. Thanks"
"No problem. This is Candace, the keeper of the phone."
I sat the phone on my lap just as another text rang through.
"Keeper of the phone, ye? Givin urself a title?"
"Had to make it a little more interesting."
"Your mission is this: keep me phone from any and all evil. We searched for the best. May the force be with you. "
I laughed out loud and another text came through.
"Haha! Srry if I’m bothering ya. This plane is just really borin."
"It’s fine really, but isn’t that an international number? This is costing you a lot."
"I don gotta worry bout dat. Haha. Trust me."
I rolled my eyes, another rich boy with an attitude problem I was guessing. Curiosity was getting the best of me. I had tried ignoring the urge to look through his phone but i knew I was failing. It was so rude to look through something so personal but I had to. I just couldn’t fight it off. I opened the camera roll and felt my eyes instantly widen. “This is fucking Niall Horan.” I muttered as I slid my finger up the screen. I must have draw the attention of the girl sitting in front of me. “You like them? Oh god! I love them! They’re fucking amazing.” She continued but I was way tok stunned to take note of what the actual words falling from her lips were. I surveyed the girl in front of me. Her black hair was falling over 90% of her face and she seemed to be mildly confused. I finally tuned back in and heard “you don’t look like you’d like them.” I rolled my eyes, returning to the photos I was flipping in front of me.
It hit me, Harry Styles. I just spoke to Harry Styles. I am texting Niall Horan. On his phone. This all seemed like way too much to process at once.
Let me catch you up, just in case you’ve been living under a rock for the past year and a half. Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik make up the biggest metal band in the world right now. They are from Europe and completely took the scene by fucking storm. I went to their show a few days ago. It was the most intense concert of my life.
I debated fan girling like a bitch but decided against it. I returned to the text screen as the bus lurched forward. I gathered my backpack and got off the bus, ignoring the still talking girl who assumed we bonded over Deadly Directions.
"Well excuuuuuuuse me mister money bags. Why do you have two phones? Lol."
"I don’t. I had my uncle turn this one on when I lost that one. I am glad you found it though. I prefer it to this piece of shit."
"I prefer it to my piece of shit too. Lol"
I nearly ran face first into my best friend, “oh hey Chrissy!” She laughed
“Finally upgraded?” She surveyed, takin the phone and rolling it in her hands a few times.
I shook my head, still waiting for his reply “No I actually found this phone. I was talking to the owner.” I smiled, proud of myself. Not a single word of that was a lie. Chrissy would fucking freak. She’s a huge fan of Dead Directions. She’s sure she’s going to marry Louis.
Throughout the day, I fought the need to constantly check the phone, knowing I hadn’t gotten a reply. Chrissy came back to my apartment after school. Luckily, we were blessed enough with wealthy parents who really just wanted us to get out of their houses. Chrissy’s apartment was exactly down a floor from mine.
We were watching the purge when she finally yawned. “I think I’m going to bed. Love ya.” She called, leaving without waiting for a response. I laid down in my room, tossing and turning, debating if I should tell Niall I knew who he was. Eventually I picked up the phone, unlocking it and typing a simple message.
"I know who you are."
I fell asleep, not waiting for a reply.
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