Harry: "He's gonna be so mad." You chuckle, as you and Louis straightened your boyfriend's hair. "When he finds out. I'm blaming you." You continue, as you finish your masterpiece. Harry's usually curly, beautiful locks now straight and flat. "What?" Louis exclaims quietly, raising an eyebrow at you. "I'm his girlfriend, I'm not supposed to be helping you do... do... This!" You point to his head as you slowly back away from the sofá where Harry was napping. "Exactly, you are his girlfriend. He loooves you. He's not gonna be so upset when he finds out it was you." Louis explains as you leave the room, and quietly close the door, sitting on the hallway floor to wait for his reaction. It takes twenty minuto for Harry to wake up, and you are pretty sure everyone in the venue could his his yells. "Who did this to my hair?" He opens the door, pointing to the not so perfectly straightened hair. "Louis did it!" You shout, pointing at Louis, as the Doncaster boy exclaims at the same time, pointing at you. "[Y/N] did it!"
Liam: "I refuse to do that. He will never forgive me." You say quietly, staring at Liam's smiling face. "[Y/N], he locked us in a haunted house!" Zayn whispers back. You shudder, remembering your nightmares. "Oh, it's on." You agree, and both of you run towards your bedroom, where you lay and pretend to be asleep. "If he breaks up with me, you're dead" You spend a couple of moments in silence, and you were almost asleep when you heard Louis' voice. "Ah, mate. [Y/N]? Haven't seen her. Saw Zayn walk into your room, though." The Doncaster lad replies, loudly, and you shake Zayn. "He's here." You whisper, and the door slams open. "Babe? Are you here... Zayn? [Y/N]?" Liam gasps, and you control your laughter. "Oh, my God. What is happening...” He mumbles. "Are they?" He gasps, and you can't control it anymore. You open your eyes and burst into laughter. "What?..." His mouth falls open. "Payback's a bitch, babe!" You shout. "Louis, we got him!" You scream towards the open door, where Louis head shows up. "That was priceless!" "You pranked me?" Liam asks still in shock, and you hug him. "S'alright, love. We're even now." You kiss him. "Ay, why didn't you wake me up?"
Louis: "This is going to be the most massive prank of all time." Niall whispers, as the two of you hold the bag of floor. Louis' is loudly cantar in the bus shower, so he can't see you, and the boys are hidden in the room, that's across the bathroom. You tip toe to the shower, turning both bags of flour into his body and he screams, as you laugh loudly. The boys run over, as Louis opens the bathroom door, revealing his currently naked and white figure. "You little shits!" He exclaims, as you laugh hysterically. "You little piece of shit." He stares at all five of you, before his eyes land on you. "It was you, wasn't it?" He points, and you shake your head, hugging Niall for balance. "Oh, it was both of you." He points between you two. "I'm getting you back for this. I'm gonna get you back good." He growled, laughing a bit at himself, before going back to the shower. "This thing better come out, or I'll tell our managers all about it!" He threatened, as you all kept laughing. "Did you get that on camera?"
Niall: "This is such a classic prank." Harry smiles as Niall goes to his room to switch clothes, since you insisted he didn't look appropriate enough for a friendly get together. Which was basically a load of bull, you just wanted to get him back for the dia he put a lock on the fridge, and left with the key. "That's the thing, he's never gonna suspect for this." You explain, rolling your eyes. "Niall loves salt in his chips." Louis agrees. "[Y/N], I gotta admit, you are kind of en evil genius." He continues, and you fake bow, switching the salt pot for the sugar one, before sitting back. "He's right, you're great." Zayn laughs, extending his hand for a high-five, which you eagerly correspond. "I'm back, everyone!" Niall enters the dining room, sitting down seguinte to you. "This looks good, I'm starving." He rubs his hands together, grabbing a bunch of everything. You and Liam switch an secret glance, as Niall looks over the salt. "Baby, pass me the salt, please?" He asks, and Louis hands it to you, who give it for Niall. As the salt addict he is, he turns the pot around, filling the chips and the rest of the comida with sugar. He eagerly chomps the food, his smile turning into a frown as he picks a napkin. "Oh, my God. Who did this?" He looks around the mesa, tabela accusingly, as you all burst into laughter. "Gotcha, babe! Now we're even." You kiss his sugary lips, and laugh at his gutted expression.
Zayn: "He's gonna flip." You warn, as Liam raises his eyebrows. "Liam, he is going to flip." You repeat, but the recently shaved teen just laughs. "He loves us, [Y/N]. He won't be mad." He hugs your side, and it's your turn to raise your eyebrows. "For too long." He finishes. "But well, this is payback for that time when he put glue into my toothpaste." He solemnly announces, before smiling again. "And the time he put hair dye in my shampoo." You mumble, before looking up at Liam. "Let's do this." You nod, as you run to his wardrobe, gathering all of his Nike shoes and every other pair of shoes he owned and walked around the house hiding it. You had to admit you even thrown some (like seven) pairs at the pool, and Liam hid one in the front yard tree. "He is definitely going to flip." You repeat, as you throw a pair in the toilet. "Zayn's got so many shoes, my God!" Liam complains, and you agree. You are having so much fun hiding Zayn's shoes all over the house you don't even realize he's home. "Babe?" He shouts, and you and Liam stare at each other, throwing the shoes around. "What are you... What happened to my shoes?" He stares at the pairs on the floor. "They're still in here. Somewhere. In this house. Or maybe in the backyard. Or whatever." Liam smiles, shrugging. "[Y/N] and I are going to enjoy our payback on the living room, so, bye." He pulls you out of the room while your boyfriend is still in shock. "[Y/N], Liam! Why are my shoes in a freaking tree?"
Liam: "I refuse to do that. He will never forgive me." You say quietly, staring at Liam's smiling face. "[Y/N], he locked us in a haunted house!" Zayn whispers back. You shudder, remembering your nightmares. "Oh, it's on." You agree, and both of you run towards your bedroom, where you lay and pretend to be asleep. "If he breaks up with me, you're dead" You spend a couple of moments in silence, and you were almost asleep when you heard Louis' voice. "Ah, mate. [Y/N]? Haven't seen her. Saw Zayn walk into your room, though." The Doncaster lad replies, loudly, and you shake Zayn. "He's here." You whisper, and the door slams open. "Babe? Are you here... Zayn? [Y/N]?" Liam gasps, and you control your laughter. "Oh, my God. What is happening...” He mumbles. "Are they?" He gasps, and you can't control it anymore. You open your eyes and burst into laughter. "What?..." His mouth falls open. "Payback's a bitch, babe!" You shout. "Louis, we got him!" You scream towards the open door, where Louis head shows up. "That was priceless!" "You pranked me?" Liam asks still in shock, and you hug him. "S'alright, love. We're even now." You kiss him. "Ay, why didn't you wake me up?"
Louis: "This is going to be the most massive prank of all time." Niall whispers, as the two of you hold the bag of floor. Louis' is loudly cantar in the bus shower, so he can't see you, and the boys are hidden in the room, that's across the bathroom. You tip toe to the shower, turning both bags of flour into his body and he screams, as you laugh loudly. The boys run over, as Louis opens the bathroom door, revealing his currently naked and white figure. "You little shits!" He exclaims, as you laugh hysterically. "You little piece of shit." He stares at all five of you, before his eyes land on you. "It was you, wasn't it?" He points, and you shake your head, hugging Niall for balance. "Oh, it was both of you." He points between you two. "I'm getting you back for this. I'm gonna get you back good." He growled, laughing a bit at himself, before going back to the shower. "This thing better come out, or I'll tell our managers all about it!" He threatened, as you all kept laughing. "Did you get that on camera?"
Niall: "This is such a classic prank." Harry smiles as Niall goes to his room to switch clothes, since you insisted he didn't look appropriate enough for a friendly get together. Which was basically a load of bull, you just wanted to get him back for the dia he put a lock on the fridge, and left with the key. "That's the thing, he's never gonna suspect for this." You explain, rolling your eyes. "Niall loves salt in his chips." Louis agrees. "[Y/N], I gotta admit, you are kind of en evil genius." He continues, and you fake bow, switching the salt pot for the sugar one, before sitting back. "He's right, you're great." Zayn laughs, extending his hand for a high-five, which you eagerly correspond. "I'm back, everyone!" Niall enters the dining room, sitting down seguinte to you. "This looks good, I'm starving." He rubs his hands together, grabbing a bunch of everything. You and Liam switch an secret glance, as Niall looks over the salt. "Baby, pass me the salt, please?" He asks, and Louis hands it to you, who give it for Niall. As the salt addict he is, he turns the pot around, filling the chips and the rest of the comida with sugar. He eagerly chomps the food, his smile turning into a frown as he picks a napkin. "Oh, my God. Who did this?" He looks around the mesa, tabela accusingly, as you all burst into laughter. "Gotcha, babe! Now we're even." You kiss his sugary lips, and laugh at his gutted expression.
Zayn: "He's gonna flip." You warn, as Liam raises his eyebrows. "Liam, he is going to flip." You repeat, but the recently shaved teen just laughs. "He loves us, [Y/N]. He won't be mad." He hugs your side, and it's your turn to raise your eyebrows. "For too long." He finishes. "But well, this is payback for that time when he put glue into my toothpaste." He solemnly announces, before smiling again. "And the time he put hair dye in my shampoo." You mumble, before looking up at Liam. "Let's do this." You nod, as you run to his wardrobe, gathering all of his Nike shoes and every other pair of shoes he owned and walked around the house hiding it. You had to admit you even thrown some (like seven) pairs at the pool, and Liam hid one in the front yard tree. "He is definitely going to flip." You repeat, as you throw a pair in the toilet. "Zayn's got so many shoes, my God!" Liam complains, and you agree. You are having so much fun hiding Zayn's shoes all over the house you don't even realize he's home. "Babe?" He shouts, and you and Liam stare at each other, throwing the shoes around. "What are you... What happened to my shoes?" He stares at the pairs on the floor. "They're still in here. Somewhere. In this house. Or maybe in the backyard. Or whatever." Liam smiles, shrugging. "[Y/N] and I are going to enjoy our payback on the living room, so, bye." He pulls you out of the room while your boyfriend is still in shock. "[Y/N], Liam! Why are my shoes in a freaking tree?"
