Lucy's One Direction Fan Fiction Chapter Two

Ashleigh stared at Grace, and slowly nodded. 
"Deal," she said. 
Grace pursed her lips. She looked as though she was about to say something else when Louis raced into the room.
"You have to come and see this!" he said, gesturing towards the lounge. Grace forgot about being the evil villain for one minute and they raced onto the balcony. Far below, hundreds of zombies were milling about, crawling over each other like ants. 
"We're stuck! We're absolutely done for!" Niall started wailing. 
"I wish you brought this kind of energy to our shows," Harry muttered, joining the four of them on the balcony.
"What's that supposed to mean?" snapped Niall. 
"Nothing..." said Harry. "But if you HAD then maybe we could've won X Factor."
"Are you seriously bringing that up again?" said Niall, his voice going up an octave. "Does it even matter?"
"Yeah, seriously," said Liam, wandering over. "Let's not worry about that now, lads."
Niall shot a glare at Harry.
"At least I'm not gay," he muttered.
Harry's eyes widened. "Ex-CUSE me?"
Niall raised an eyebrow. "You heard me."
"I am NOT gay. I am comfortable with my sexuality and there's nothing wrong with being gay, even if I was. Me and Simon never had a thing, despite what might be reported in the media."
"Mate..." said Louis. "No one even mentioned Simon."
Harry's eyes widened. "Uhmmum oh," he stammered.
Ashleigh  noticed with some alarm that the zombies were trying to climb the walls, albeit with limited success... but success nonetheless. It was kind of sad to think these zombies were once people, people with girlfriends or husbands... families and jobs... Although none of these zombie-people looked gainfully employed. She spied one wearing a tye dye skirt, and another was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt. And then she saw a placard, in a rotting hand, which read 'ZOMBIES ARE A FORM OF TERRORISM.' And another which proclaimed, "KILL KILL KILL... THE GOVERNMENT". They had clearly been protesting against the zombies when they'd become part of the undead themselves. It was kind of funny and sad that they were still holding the signs. 
"Hey, look at those hipsters," Grace remarked. "Guess being a human was too mainstream, huh?"
That set an idea whirring in Ashleigh's brain. "I think I know how we can get out of here," she murmured.

"BABY SAY YEAH YEAH YEAH," the band sang loudly, as they slowly inched their way through the lobby, where the zombies were threatening to break in. The glass doors were dangerously close to shattering.
Zayn glanced at Ashleigh in terror, unsure if their plan was working. Ashleigh smiled and nodded, but inside, her stomach felt knotted inside
She was in the middle of a human chain, her arms tightly linked with Grace's and Zayn's. Soon, they were barely a foot away from the door. The zombies were still there, making an unearthly racket. But One Direction kept singing loudly. One of the zombies paused, and what looked like terror flew across it's mustached face. It uttered an earsplitting screech and clutched at its head, before suddenly exploding into a pile of dust. 
"It's working!" Ashleigh whispered. "Keep going!"
They slowly pushed through the glass doors and miraculously, the zombies parted for them. 
They kept singing, and the zombies kept exploding, screaming. Ashleigh could've sworn she'd heard some of them speaking English, moaning "Mainstreeeeam" and "This is just commerical garbage, my ears are bleeding. Quick, put on some Joy Division." But she could've just been imagining it. There was only about twenty zombies left, when all of a sudden, one lashed out and grabbed Louis. 
"Don't stop singing!" said Ashleigh. But the group was so stunned, that they paused for a moment, before making a break for it, leaving their bandmate to be ripped to shreds.

They rounded the corner and ducked into the hotel's carpark, pressing the button to close the door. They climbed into a limosuine and sat there in the dark, catching their breath.
Finally, Liam spoke. "Wh-what happened? I mean... back there... with L-Louis."
"Yeah," said Zayn. "What the hell?"
Harry cleared his throat. "I'm so sorry lads... I should've told you sooner..."
"What?" demanded Niall. 
Harry lowered his gaze to the carpet. "Well... I hate to tell you this... But... Louis can't sing. He's never been able to. I'm surprised you didn't notice, actually. But I guess that there's so many of us... It was easy for him to lipsync in the background without being caught out."
Niall shot a glare at Harry. "Why didn't you tell us this?"
"He's a mate. And... I owed him."
"For what?" demanded Zayn.
"Nothing," Harry blushed. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that our friend, and bandmate, is dead."
"Let's have a moment to listen to 'More Than This', as we remember our friend, Louis. It's a fitting tribute, because on the day of recording, he spent most of the time lurking by the snack bar and saying he had strep throat," said Liam.
"Amen," said Harry, bowing his head.
"Yawn," said Grace. "Is there any champagne? And then..." she looked at Ashleigh. "We can start the quiz."