Back to Mullingar (Perfectly Imperfect, Niall Horan fanfic)

British Bosses VS. Irish Plonkers

*Kylie's P.O.V*

" And.. STRIKE!" I squalled as soon as my lucky ball hit the wooden pins, smashing all of them to the ground.

"Are you fucking kidding me? " I heard Beau burst out in pure rage behind me, while Tom facepalmed himself, leaving Harry at his own agony, hiding his face in his shirt.

" I take back what I said earlier, Harry. I am the queen of Bowling " I smirked at him, collecting a sound of laughter from my team members. " Feeling much of british bosses now aye? Too bad you got beaten by poor little irish plonkers " I quired, feeling evil as ever.

We had defeated them in the first round, with Niall,Julie and Josh almost scoring strikes each time their turn was up. I was hesitant to play in the second round at first, unwilling to look dumb and lacking of skills in front of them. But Niall was there for me, and showed me pretty much all the moves he thought I could muster. I found it quite difficult at first, only bringing down two pins or three. But at some point,after my second throw, my pride kicked in, so I focused on my hand, swinging it back and forth the way my irishman had showed again me moments ago,following his advice. A loud thud was heard as the heavy ball had made contact with the waxed alley floor, rolling all the way to the end and bringing with it 8 pins. The same number was scored in all my 3 turns, and I couldn't supress my smile at the birith boys' defeated faces, mixed with annoyance and frustration.

I had been the last to score, and with that strike, my team started jumping around and literally scooped me in their arms, embracing me in a tight hug, while the other one almost fell on their knees. If only someone was there to capture this moment. It would have cost Tom, Harry and Beau endless teasing, from me especially.

" If we had a camera, I'd put the picture in a frame and put it in the living room." I managed to say between intakes of breath, making everyone snigger, besides the miserable boys of course.

"We request another round. " Beau rose dramatically from where he was spread on the flooring seconds ago with frustration. His choice of words made my chest vibrate with laughter.

I was about to wave him off with another reply full of sarcasm, but Julie beat me to it.

"We settled with two rounds, and you said you were going to 'kick our arses' with ease.. Did I miss something or? Oh yeah wait, we,the irish plonkers, did that instead.. Now how about you stop whining and accept the fact that you just got beaten about your own game."

Julie collected a round of 'ooh's from Niall, Josh and myself.

" Harsh." Tom gasped, faking offense.

"But true." Niall replied with a devilish smile.

" Now can we please leave this place, or at least turn off that damned screen ? It has the evidence of our shame written all over it. " Harry pleaded, gesturing to the screen above the alley, which displayed the results of the two games we played, highlighting the low score of the british 'squad' in a bright catchy crimson color, making it hard not to notice it.

" I say we go. It's past 11 and me and Julie still have to wake up early tomorrow to finish preparing for the party." I said, rising from my seat next to Niall, tugging him up with me. All the boys,apart from him,lifted their eyebrows at me, waiting for me to explain further. And right then I hit me : I haven't even mentionned the event to the boys, not that they gave me a chance to bring it up anyway.

" Oh My God " I let out each word seperately, facepalming myself. The whole group's attention drifted to me, even Tom's, who had been quite busy checking out one of the staff members, and he settled his gaze on me.