Just Another Prank (A One Direction/Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sorry for the extremely late upload guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just got a lot of stuff going on since i last uploaded, but probably the funniest: i gave myself a concussion. Not going into it because i cant really remember much about it, but i know that if you know me you would realize how hilarious this event is.

-Challen

Piper

            I woke shaking; the beads of a cold sweat decorating my forehead and racing each other down the back of my neck. Each breath was inconsistent, and left my lungs jaggedly. My body began to take over my mind, making me blink rapidly and attempt to swallow the rock hard lump in my throat.

            It had all seemed so real. I could have sworn that I could feel the twigs snapping under my bare feet, the chilling wind seeping down to my bones, and the crows flying through the dying forest. Everything was so vivid and frightening, and it felt like being in the middle of a horror movie. My mind kept replaying the same words carried in the wind: We will meet again, soon.

            “Pipes, what’s wrong?” Niall began sitting up in the bunk, his groggy voice pulling me from my haunting nightmare.

            “It’s, uhm, nothing. Go back to sleep.” I rolled over on my side, knowing that the shakiness of my voice was giving away the falseness of my words.

            “It’s not just nothing. What’s wrong?” His voice was tender, almost making it seem like he already knew what had happened. As I was telling him about my nightmare, I rolled over to face him, the beauty of his sapphire eyes giving me the strength to go on. When I had finished, I found myself holding my breath from the anticipation of what my dream may mean.

            “I’m sorry that you had this strange nightmare, but I’m sure it won’t come back. Let’s go back to bed.” He lay back down on the bunk, extending his arms out to me. I gratefully moved into them and rested my head down onto his bare chest, the beating of his heart calming me like an old lullaby.

            I woke up what seemed like minutes later. The only thing seeming to prove me wrong was the stream of sunlight poking the side of my face. I squeezed my eyes shut again and nestled myself farther into Niall’s chest.

            “Sweetheart, it’s time to get up.” His husky voice came across as a whisper.

            “No, it’s not. The sun’s just screwing with us.” I rolled over onto my other side, trying to send across the message that if he makes me get out of bed then he will wake up with one fewer body parts.

            “I’m pretty sure it isn’t,” he chuckled. “Harry’s making breakfast. Come on, love.” The smell of cooking food flooded my nostrils, making my mouth water and giving me some newfound energy. I rolled back over and pried my eyes open, only to see Niall standing in front of the bunk, wearing only pajama pants.

            “I don’t want to get up,” I sighed.

            “Fine,” he turned around, “get on my back.” A grin split my face as I eased myself on Niall’s back and lay my forehead on the crook of his neck.

            “What’s wrong with her?” I heard Harry ask over the sizzling of frying bacon.

            “She’s tired and lazy,” I answered without lifting my head from its comfortable position. Before I knew it, I found myself squished between a leather couch and a Niall. “GET. OFF,” I groaned, pushing effortlessly against his back.