One Direction One Shots

Big Mix-Up

One where the boys plan a simple prank on Niall for a bucket of slime to fall on his head. Then, Niall gets some bad news about his brother, and starts crying. He turns on the shower to cover the noise, which leads the boys to think he's cleaning off the slime. When Niall is finally calm, he gets angry instead of sad. He starts getting angry at the boys, and they still think it's because of their prank, so they start laughing and laughing.

LOUIS POV:
We just set up the bucket of slime for our little prank on Niall.

We put it on the door from the hallway with our rooms, to the kitchen, so we know he'll be falling right into our trap.

Ten Minutes Later
LOUIS POV:
Just like we thought.

After a few minutes of waiting, we hear Niall screaming, "no" a bunch of times, then a bang, probably the bucket hitting the floor. A moment after that, we hear the shower on, he's obviously trying to get the slime out.

NIALL POV:
I'm sitting in my room when I get a message from my parents.

"Hey Niall, do you have some time?"

"Sure," I reply.

They give me a call and I pick up.

It sounds like they're crying.

"What's wrong!?" I immediately ask.

"Your brother-" they start.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

"He was involved in a car crash, and-and we don't think he's going to make it."

"No, no, NOOOOO!"

I start crying too.

"I- I'll plan a trip home as soon as I can, o-ok?"

They nod, and we hang up.

WHY!? Why, why, why!? Why Greg!? It should've been me, I deserved it! I punch the wall and cry some more and cry and cry and cry.

I turn on the shower to cover the crying from the boys.

After a long while, I finally come out.

Now, my sadness has turned into rage.

It's all that guy's fault! He should know not to drive while drunk! I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!

I come into the living room where all the other boys are. I think they can sense my anger, but they just stare at me and smile.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" I scream at them.

They just start laughing.

Hot tears run down my face. Tears of sadness, and tears of anger.

"Gee, it was just a prank."

"What do you mean!?" I shout, slightly confused, "MY BROTHER ABOUT TO DIE IS A PRANK!?"

As soon as I say that the boys freeze.

"Wait, what?"

I start crying again. Loud, heavy, sobbing, crying.

"Wait, why didn't you tell us about this?" Liam asks.

"You-you guys just started smiling and laughing when I came i-in."

"We-we were laughing because we thought you fell under our prank."

"What are you talking about?"

"We-we, uh, we set up a bucket of slime to fall on your head and we heard you shout, "no" a lot, then a bang so we thought it fell, and then the shower so we thought you were, like, getting all the slime off..?"

"If you didn't get pranked, then what were the noises?"

"I- the screaming was about my-my brother and the bang was me punching the wall and the-the shower was t-t-to cover up m-my cry-rying."

"I- Niall, we are so, so, sorry, we-"

"Why did you prank me? Did I do something wrong..?"

"No I-I don't know why we pranked you. We really are sorry Niall, it was just a mix-up."

"I wanna cuddle."

"With who?"

I shrug.

"Li Li."

"Ok," he says.

He grabs my hand and I scream in pain.

"What-what's wrong Ni?"

"My hand, it-it hurts," I say, trying to keep myself from crying.

"Aww, let me get some ice for it."

I nod.

He comes back with the ice and it helps, a lot.

"Shouldn't we make sure you didn't cause any damage on the wall?"

I put my head down guiltily.

"It's ok, you have a right to be sad and angry."

That makes me feel a little better.

We go into my room.

I point to the place I punched, where a huge whole lays.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do it!" I immediately say.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, we know you didn't."

"Why don't we cuddle in your bed now, yea?"

I nod.

One Hour Later
NIALL POV:
I'm perfectly fine cuddling with Liam, when Harry jumps on top of us.

"Hey, what gives?" Liam asks.

Harry is smiling ear to ear and it looks like he definitely ran here.

"Y-your brother! He's going to live!"

I break down crying, this time with tears of happiness.

"R-really?"

He nods and I give him a huge hug.

Once we are finally a little calmer, he gives me some more information.

"The doctors they-they almost gave up on him. Thankfully, though, they didn't, and he barely made it! He's going to need lots and lots of physical therapy, which is the downside, but other than that, he's ok!"

I smiled more.

We went to the kitchen to tell the the others boys, when Harry got slimed by the bucket which was still there.

At that point, no one cared anymore.

We laughed our heads off, and ignored all the strange, worried, looks from Louis and Zayn.

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