Ava's POV
So Peter and I were just laying in bed being miserable, as is the theme with this train wreck of a tour, when suddenly we heard screaming from the hallway. Since we were staying in this hotel for a few days rich bitch Louis had booked out the whole floor, so I knew any fuckery would've had to come from our friends. And if there are two things in this world I love it's my friends and fuckery. I didn't even think before I got up, and Peter only hesitated a little because he's Peter and is by definition not the fun one of the group. When I opened the door I was immediately pelted in the face with water and I heard Stella gasp.
"Ohhh, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. Stella stood on my right with a super soaker. On my left was Matt the Bassist with water balloons.
"Give me a balloon." I ordered. Matt ceremoniously put a purple water balloon in my hand and Stella took off running. I threw my balloon and it popped on her back and she half screamed, half laughed. Then she turned around, full super soaker in hand, while I had nothing.
"Have I mentioned recently that I love you?" I asked her. Her eyes were gleaming with her devil girl energy, and then sis blasted me.
"Stella!" I complained, running back to go hide behind Matt the Bassist. When Stella followed me her eyes caught Peter's and I think she forgot I existed because she skidded to a stop. Isaac, who was apparently on Matt the Bassist's team, handed me a water gun.
"Hi Peter." Stella blurted.
"You're dead, Stella!" I yelled, jumping out from behind Matt the Bassist and spraying her. The two of us shot until my cheap dollar store looking gun ran out of water and Matt the Bassist and Isaac started pelting Stella with water balloons... and then out of nowhere, Louis Tomlinson appeared holding the largest water gun I'd ever seen in my entire life. Where was that gun during Assassin? He started walking toward us dramatically like he was one of those fucking giants that go "fee fi fo fum", trying to build suspense as we all knew Louis with that gun was the end of any sort of competition. He would soak all of us, even Peter, who was still kind of just standing in the doorway watching. But the thing about this was, it wasn't a competition. We were all just having fun. Matt the Bassist started feeding Stella and I water balloons and we started tossing them at Louis, while Isaac was shooting at him with yet another water gun. Whenever we ran out we would run back to the hotel room and fill our guns and by the end of it we were all drenched, laying in a pile on the floor on a soaking wet carpet.
"We are so never going to be allowed to stay at this hotel anymore." Louis laughed.
"Good, because I never want to come back to Arizona." Stella said. Louis smacked her arm.
"It's not that hot." Louis said.
"Just thinking about going outside makes me sweat." She replied. He picked up his aggressively large water gun and shot her in the face with it one last time, and she didn't even react.
"I deserved that." She nodded.
"What do we do now?" Matt the Bassist asked. I kind of didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to lay here. I had my bed on Stella's stomach, as she lay next to Louis. Peter was sitting in the doorway of me and Louis' hotel room. Matt the Bassist and Isaac were both laying separately from our pile because no one was more comfortable with each other than Louis, Stella and I were. That's what always blew my mind about Stella. I could be mad at her, she could be on my last fucking nerve, but still no matter what she was like home to me. Her fingers were playing with my wet hair and all I could feel was just... peace. For once.
"We could go dirt biking." Louis suggested.
"Dirt biking?!" I exclaimed, sitting straight up.
"Wow, Ava, I've never seen you so excited for something." Isaac commented.
