"IM BACK BIT- OH MY LLAMAS PDA ALERT!" I screamed as I cam home from a very eventful band practice, to see my little Re SNOGGING THE FACE OFF Zayn Malik. Naughty Girl. They broke apart very quickly, so I stood hands on hips like you do, in the doorway smirking.
"How did we not see this?" Louis complained, huffing, now placing his hands on his hips also, "God, you two could make Henry Hoover look like a, a, something that sucks less than you two were on ech others faces two minutes ago!" I said flicking the lights on to see two very bright red faces. "So ermm, Sky.... how was band practice?" she asked, stumbling on a few words as she spoke.
"Good, good laugh, but I'm more interested in what exactly started off this game of tonsil tennis?" I asked, raising heads and eyebrows, "Yes, pray tell" Harry said joining me, I nodded in agreement "We played truth or dare" Re said, still blushing like a tomato, "The game ended over a n hour ago, love" Louis said, like a sas masta.
"Re, get your arse in that room now, I need to talk to you!" I demanded and she trudged off into the cupboard , "What?" she demanded, this time it was her placing her hands on her hips, "You do realise he has a girlfriend" I whisper screamed, her face dropped, "Shit" she said and I nodded, "Yeah, what you gona do about it then?" I asked, "Stay in this cupboard till they leave and you bring me ramen?" she said batting her eye lashes, I laughed "No way in hell, lets see what happens" I said and she nodded, we left the cupboard, funny story about cupbaords, when I was about ten I read Harry Potter, I basically sat in the cupboard under the stairs playing Harry Potter, and on my 11th birthday I mut have been the most unhappy child in the world, as I didn't get my Hogwarts letter, what an abnormal child.
As we left the cupboard I was grabbed by someone and dragged away, I came face to face with the sass masta himself, "How may I be helping you?" I asked, "Fancy helping me prank the others?" he said with a mischevious glint in his sparkling blue eyes that mesmerised me, "So what are we doing?" I asked and he smirked whispering the evil plan into my ear.
SORRY!!! It's the british Em, Im a crappy author, sooo soorrry, punish me....... throw skittles off me.
Forgiven?
No?
Forever alone... I love You.
