*On Hold* Crazy Confusion (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 6

I yawn and stretch, waking up. I rub my eyes and open them, blinking a few times. I almost jump when my eyes register what is right in front of my face. Louis has his face with his disheveled brown hair and bright eyes right in front of my face. He sticks out his tongue which almost touches my nose before he pulls it back and starts laughing. I grab a pillow and hit him in the face with it. He jumps back and pretends to be offended. This makes me start laughing so we just laugh together. He sits down on the couch, moving my feet onto his lap as he does so, as to not sit on them.

“Why’d you sleep out here? Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping in because you’re obviously not going to.” he questions.

“I didn’t plan on sleeping here. Niall and I were watching X Factor last night and I must’ve fallen asleep.” I reply.

“Ooooooo. You and Niall eh? Is there anything going on there?” he gives me a suggestive wink.

“No. Not at the moment anyway. I just met him yesterday.” I roll my eyes, hoping I’m not blushing.

“Whatever you say, Elena.” he doesn’t look very convinced.

“Shut up.” I roll my eyes, kicking his bicep with my foot.

“You like him though. And I think he likes you too. He kept looking at you yesterday.” he grins at me.

“Sure, whatever.” I try to hide my emotions as best as I can.

“Alright, well I’ve been yelled at by Niall to make breakfast so I’m gonna go do that. I kind of suck at cooking. You wanna help?” he almost beggs.

“Well, I’m not that great at cooking either, but we can give it a go.” I pull the blanket off of myself and get up.

We walk over to the kitchen and try to decide what to make. There isn’t a lot but we find the right ingredients for pancakes. I pull up a recipe on my phone so we don’t screw up too badly. After 20 minutes of mixings and flipping, the kitchen is covered in flour and so are we. Louis’s dark shirt is dusted white and my dark jeans have my handprints on them.

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“Let’s go wake everyone up!” Louis says a bit too excitedly.

“Uh, ok.” I look at him suspiciously.

“But we have to do it my way...” he says with an evil grin.

“Ok.... I wonder if I should be worried about what that means.” I say, raising an eyebrow at the cheeky lad.

He smirks, “C’mon. We’ll go into Niall’s room and you’re gonna sit on him while I sing in his ear. He’s a really deep sleeper so it might take a few minutes.”

“Alright fine. Let’s go.” I pretend to act over excited.

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I grab his arm and we tiptoe down the hallway to Niall’s room. The door is cracked so I slowly push it open, hoping it doesn’t make too much noise. We walk in slowly, trying not to step on the random items strewn across the floor. I almost trip over a shoe right in front on his bed but I catch myself at the last minute. I let out a breath that I must have been holding. Carefully, I climb on his bed and perch myself on him, as Louis directed. Niall doesn’t stir at all, sleeping deeply. Next, Louis climbs onto the bed next to him. He leans down to Niall’s ear and begins to sing the refrain of Whistle by Flo Rida. I have a feeling it will probably startle him awake if nothing else. Niall doesn’t make any sound or move at all.

“Tickle his stomach.” Louis whispers to me.

I nod and place my hand on his stomach. I can’t help but run my hand along his nicely toned abs. Louis clears his throat a bit, trying to pull my attention back to tickling him. I do as he instructed and begin to tickle Niall’s stomach.