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I yawned as my phone chirped notifying me that I'd received a tweet. Curiously, I typed in my password and unlocked my iphone6. I wasted no time in going to my PM's and opening the one with the new message. It looked like Michael had finally replied to my earlier tweet about McBusted touring with us. I chuckled as I read Michael's little rant.
FUUUCCCKKK!!! How could you do this to me?! Fuck'n bastard! You just threw all my hopes and dreams into a fuck'n rubbish bin and then lit it on fire!!!
I bit my lower lip, as my mouth turned up into a mischievous little smirk, and typed back a sarcastic response. My tweet was interrupted though, as my band mate walked into the living room. Naked.
"Damn it Harry! Warn me before ya just walk in like that!" I coughed as I quickly adverted my gaze. My cheeks flushed crimson as the naked Brit just chuckled, obviously amused at my dismay. He was ALWAYS tormenting me with his sexual jokes, something he did just to see my reactions, which amused him greatly. It didn't matter when or where; to Harry the game was always on. Yet knowing all this I was still unable to hold a steely impression on my face.
"Sorry... I didn't think anyone else would still be up," the dark curly haired boy said slowly, his chestnut brown eyes gleaming with mischief. He wasn't sorry. I knew it and so did he.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes and changed the subject as he sat beside me on the couch. "What time is it anyway? It can't be later than 10pm or maybe 10:20 at the latest, so why would I be asleep?"
"Er Niall, it's nearly 4am..."
"W-what?! Holy crap!" I swore as I quickly checked the clock on my phone. He was right. It was 3:57am.
Sighing Harry muttered, "Like I said...I didn't think anyone would be up." As if that excused his behavior entirely.
"Man," I muttered as I ran a hand through my dirty blonde hair, "I guess we really lost track of time."
"We?" Harry questioned.
"Michael and I-"I started, but was interrupted before I could finish.
"Is there a day that you two aren't gossiping like school girls?"
I gave the curly haired boy the most annoyed expression I could muster as I scoffed, "As if, he just found out that we invited McBusted to tour with us. As you could imagine, he was pretty gutted."
"And that explains why you're still awake," Harry purred as he ruffled my hair affectionately. I muttered something under my breath about me being 21 and not needing a designated bedtime. The taller boy just chuckled as he reached for my phone.
"Harry-no!" I protested as I pulled the electronic device closer to my body defensively. Like hell I was just going to hand over my phone and end Michael's torment. It was just getting good.
"C'mon Niall. We both know that you'll stay up all night otherwise." He was right, I probably would, but it didn't mean that I was going to admit that. Besides, I was older so that gave me something to hold over him.
"Ha, well I'm older so you have to listen to me," I sneered defiantly.
"And I'm the lead singer."
"I'm the only one who plays an instrument."
"I have curly hair."
"Well I have blonde hair AND blue eyes."
"I'm taller than you."
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionLouis and I were never supposed to be gone for more than half an hour... It's been so long since we've been taken that I've begun to lose track of time... The past is supposed to stay in the past, but ours is holding us hostage...