Boy Bands vs. Girl Groups (A One Direction Fanfiction)

5: I'll Go Easy on You (Stage Three)

Louis' POV

Mickey came back downstairs. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

I'm seriously terrified of her.

Okay, okay, don't lose focus Louis.....

I noticed she was singing "Anything Can Happen" quietly to herself and I heard her coming closer to me.

"THAT ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!" she sang coming into the Twitcam then running into the kitchen.

"Special sister I have, don't I?" Zayn said into the camera, "Now, Harry?"

"Um.....Louis, truth or dare?"

"Uh...dare," I said slightly scared. I wasn't scared of Harry; I wasn't scared of dares; I wasn't usually scared of Harry's dares, but I, however, WAS scared of dares when Mickey comes around and she still has her revenge plan against me; hence, the reason that was the only prank call I never wanted to do in my entire life.

"Uh....well....erm....I....basically....dare you....to....basically--"

"I got this one, Harry. I dare you to go into the kitchen and start talking to Mickey," Niall said. The sneaky leprechaun.

Now, to a normal person, that is the worst dare ever, but with me, I am planning something for the Irish one right now. I already made Liam put a tampon on his face in front of all our viewers when he stupidly picked dare when I asked him. No one even wanted to touch that sticky thing. I don't see how girls would live with that.

"Uh...." I sighed, "okay." I got up and started walking into the kitchen.

"Looks like Louis is one brave carrot," I heard Liam say.

I entered the kitchen where Mickey was making a peanut butter and nutella sandwich.

"Hey, Mickey," I said, nervously. She looked up from her sandwich to look back at me and smiled.

"Sup?" she asked while I slightly flinched, thinking something bad was going to happen, like, I don't know, REVENGE, and she went back to her sandwich, on the second slice of bread now applying the nutella since the other had peanut butter.

I looked back at her in shock.

"'Sup?' That's all? No torture? No torment? No pranks? No hurt? Something?!!?" I asked.

"Ha, yeah, because I'm definitely going to hurt you by throwing nutella into your eye," she said.

"I thought you were on the search to kill me," I said.

"Look, it's complicated; I'm a complicated person. As long as you're not bothering me, you don't have anything to worry about. Yes, I still have to get back at you, keeping in mind I haven't even gotten to Stage Two yet, so you still have to watch your back, but I can see how shaken you are, so I'll try and go easy on you. Alright?" she said, looking at me straight in the eye.

A HUGE wave of relief washed over me.

"Alright, thanks so much, Mickey," I said with a huge smile on my face.

"No problem. Do you want one?" she asked, pointing to her sandwich inwhich she was putting some M&M's on the peanut butter part of the sandwich and enclosing it with the nutella slice.

"Sure, I'll help, and I think we should make some more for the others," I said.

"Alright, I'll do the 5 nutella slices, you do the peanut butter slices and put the M&M's on?" she asked, making sure I was okay with it.

"Sure," I said.

We went ahead and made the five sandwiches, then she said that I could go back so she could finish up and put everything up then she would bring them out. I agreed and went back into the living room where the lads were still doing the Twitcam.

"So, how was talking to Mickey?" Niall asked. Now it's time to rub it in his face.

"She was actually nice and even said she would go easy on me for my revenge," I said with a smirk.

"SHE SAID SHE'LL DO WHAT? She's never done that before, not even to me!" Zayn said, but then a little knowing smile came onto his face.

"What is it Zayn?" I asked.

"What? Oh, nothing," he said innocently.

Something's up.

Mickey's POV

I put each of the sandwiches on the counter after I made sure it was clean and sprinkled powdered sugar on them. I put them all on plates and then took Liam's, Niall's, and Harry's on a tray. I went into the living room and gave them their sandwiches and they thanked me. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed mine, Zayn's and Louis' special sandwich and went back to go into the living room. I made sure everything was in place before I went back. Everything was good, now I just had to hope everything went according to plan. Also just saying, if you've never had a peanut butter and nutella sandwich, something has to be seriously wrong with you, I don't know what, but something is.

I walked back into the living room carefully making sure Louis got his special sandwich and handed Zayn his and sat down with them and ate mine. I took my first bite along with rest who nodded their heads saying that it was awesome, except for Louis whose face got a little red.

"What's wrong, Louis?" I asked innocently. He just started coughing after he swallowed his bite and ran into the kitchen and I said, "There's punch on the counter!"

He saw the red liquid and downed it quickly. After his drink, his face got more red and he started to scream and ran for the sink.

I got the little hose thing by the sink and turned on the water.

Perfect.

He turned the hose thing on and started to spray his whole face, but aiming for his mouth. This just made him scream more and then I guess he went further into the kitchen because I heard the fridge open then the part where the ice cubes are, then I guess he put a couple in his mouth and held some to his face because that's how he came back.

Oh, I'm evil.

"What did you do?" Niall asked while I laughed my butt off and Louis sat down on the couch in front of the camera.

"No one eats Louis' sandwich!" I screamed still laughing, but calming down a little.

"What did you do?" he asked again.

"I put hot sauce in his sandwich," I said when I finally calmed downs little.

"What about the punch?" Liam asked.

"Water with more hot sauce," I said.

"What about the sink hose thing?" Harry asked.

"I squirted lemon juice on the part where the water comes out," I said.

"SHE'S EVIL I TELL YOU, EVIL!" Louis said once his whole face was back to normal.

"I thought you said you were going to go easy on me," he said.

"Oh, trust me, I did."

"Don't you have anything to say about this, Zayn?" Louis asked.

There was a moment of silence.

"Why'd you skip to Stage Three?" he asked me. Louis facepalmed.

"I'm saving that for tomorrow. I have the perfect plan for it," I said confidently.

"That's my sister," he said while giving me a side-hug and put his arm around my shoulder.

"WE'RE HOME!" three feminine voices screamed.

Perfection is happening for me today.