~*~ Louis ~*~
They pile into one of the cars waiting in front of the house, giving the driver directions to take them to the nearby grocery store. On the way there, Gemma pulls out the tampons, pads, condoms, and adhesives, and they make a sculpture that resembles a person. Well, if you close one eye and squint the other, it resembles a person, but it’s good enough.
As soon as the car stops in front of the store, Louis hands the camera to Ella. “You start videoing. As soon as I jump over, I will come take the camera so you can get in line.”
They complete the leap frog, teapot singing, and thanks to Tyler, the drink guzzling. Louis, Ella, Gemma, and Harry are now trying to become contortionists while trying to arrange themselves in a trolley. Tyler takes the camera and videos as he pushes them into the store and down an aisle.
“Whose foot is trying to breach my butthole?” Louis sasses loudly drawing looks from other customers.
Ella shifts positions. “I don’t know, but I’m ready to have your elbow out of my ribs.”
“Any ideas on how to get out of this?” Gemma asks when they come to a stop at the front of the store again.
“No idea.” Harry cranes his neck to see. “Who’s on top?”
“Me,” Louis acknowledges.
“I’m on bottom,” Harry replies.
Gemma snickers. “Now that we know who tops and who bottoms, can we get out of this basket?”
They all begin shifting and trying to unwind themselves from each other when a loud noise silences them. Everyone freezes. The smell hits their noses almost immediately, and Louis stage whispers, “Somebody farted.”
Laughter overtakes them until tears are streaming down their faces as they all scramble to untangle themselves. Louis holds himself up with his arms, swings his legs over the basket, and jumps out. He helps the other three unravel arms and legs and lifts first Ella, then Gemma, from the trolley.
“What? Aren’t you going to lift me out, too?” Harry pouts with his bottom lip poked out and arms lifted up.
Louis presses hips lips together and cocks an eyebrow. Harry wants to play then. Louis reaches out and lifts Harry from the basket. When his feet hit the floor, Louis raises on his tiptoes so that his mouth brushes Harry’s ear. “I can think of better ways to top you.” To Louis’ pleasure, Harry blushes and drops his head to hide his face in Louis’ neck.
“I heard that,” Gemma teases from behind Louis.
“I don’t doubt that you did.” Louis cards his fingers through Harry’s hair and watches as Harry’s eyes close under the touch. “Come on, Harold. We have a scavenger hunt to win.”
“Does anyone want to do the bonus?” Gemma asks, reading over the list.
“I’ll do it with one of you.” When everyone stares at him, Louis points to his arm. “It’s just gonna be a another stupid one, innit?”
Ella backs away slightly holding her hands up, “Count me out.”
“Me, too,” Tyler agrees. “Needles are a no go.”
