1D V.S. The Wanted ~ A spanking story

Prank Gone Wrong

Niall Horan had always been the jokester of One Direction. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he often found joy in pulling harmless pranks on his bandmates. It was all in good fun, and the other guys usually took it in stride. But his latest prank had crossed a line, albeit hilariously.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the boys had just finished rehearsing for their upcoming tour. Tired but in good spirits, they decided to relax in the common room of their shared apartment. As Louis, Harry, Liam, and Zayn chatted, Niall sneaked off to execute his master plan.

Earlier that day, Niall had carefully set up a series of water balloons above the door frame, rigged to fall on anyone who entered. He'd also placed a strategically balanced bucket of flour on a nearby shelf. The trigger? The simple act of opening the door.

Satisfied with his work, Niall rejoined his bandmates, struggling to keep a straight face. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone walked through that door.

"Who's up for a snack?" Niall suggested, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, I could eat," Harry said, standing up. "Anyone else?"

Liam, Zayn, and Louis nodded in agreement. "I'll get the plates," Louis offered, heading toward the kitchen.

Niall held his breath as Louis reached for the door handle. The moment the door swung open, a cascade of water balloons rained down, followed by the bucket of flour, which toppled over, covering Louis in a cloud of white powder. The rest of the boys burst out laughing at the sight of their flour-covered friend.

Louis stood there, dripping wet and coated in flour, his eyes narrowing as he wiped the mess from his face. "Niall James Horan!" he shouted, but the hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

"Gotcha!" Niall cackled, doubling over with laughter. The prank had worked better than he had imagined.

However, what Niall didn't realize was that the boys were plotting their revenge even as they laughed.

The next day, the atmosphere in the apartment was suspiciously calm. Niall didn't think much of it, though. He was still riding high from the success of his prank. But as he wandered into the living room, he noticed his bandmates exchanging secretive glances.

"Morning, Niall," Liam greeted him with a too-innocent smile.

"Morning," Niall replied, slightly wary. "What's with the looks?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry said, stretching casually. "We were just talking about yesterday's prank. You really got us good."

"Yeah, it was legendary," Zayn added, smirking.

Niall beamed, his guard lowering. "Thanks, lads. It was all in good fun."

Louis, however, couldn't keep up the charade any longer. "In good fun, huh? Well, we thought it was only fair to return the favor."

Before Niall could react, Harry and Liam grabbed him by the arms and pulled him toward the couch. "Hey! What are you doing?" he exclaimed, struggling.

"Oh, you'll see," Louis said, sitting down and patting his knee. "It's payback time, Nialler."

Niall's eyes widened as the realization hit him. "You can't be serious!"

But the boys were very serious. Laughing, they positioned Niall over Louis's knee. Louis raised his hand in mock sternness. "This is for the flour," he declared, bringing his hand down with a light but playful smack.

"Ow! Hey!" Niall protested, more out of surprise than pain. The other boys cheered and laughed, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

Louis delivered a few more light smacks before letting Niall up. "Alright, you're next," he said, looking at Zayn.

Niall rubbed his backside, grinning despite himself. "Okay, okay, you got me. Can we call it even now?"

"Oh, not yet," Zayn said, standing up and cracking his knuckles. "We've only just started."

Zayn took Louis's place on the couch, and the boys wasted no time in positioning Niall over his knee. "This one's for making me clean up all that flour," Zayn said with a chuckle.

Niall braced himself, and Zayn's playful smacks followed. The boys cheered him on, and Niall couldn't help but laugh. Despite the absurdity of the situation, there was something oddly heartwarming about it. It was their way of bonding, their way of showing they cared.

Zayn's turn ended, and Niall was released once more. He stood up, rubbing his backside again with an exaggerated wince. "Are we done now?"

"Not quite," Liam said, taking Zayn's place. "I believe it's my turn."

Niall groaned theatrically but didn't resist as Liam pulled him over his knee. "This one's for making us all jump out of our skins," Liam said, delivering his own set of playful smacks.

The boys were in fits of laughter, and even Niall had to admit it was pretty funny. Liam's smacks were gentle, more symbolic than anything else. It was all in the name of fun and camaraderie.

When Liam finished, he helped Niall to his feet. "Alright, Harry, you're up."

Harry took his place on the couch, and Niall sighed dramatically as he was placed over Harry's knee. "Last one, I promise," Harry said with a grin.

Harry's smacks were the lightest of them all, barely more than taps. By now, Niall was laughing along with the rest of them. "Okay, okay, I give up! You guys win!" he exclaimed.

Harry let him up, and the boys all gathered around, clapping him on the back. "Consider us even," Louis said, still grinning.

Niall nodded, rubbing his backside one last time for effect. "Alright, alright. No more pranks. For now."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and teasing. The prank and the subsequent payback had brought the boys even closer together. They knew they could always count on each other, no matter what.

As they sat together that evening, watching a movie and joking around, Niall realized just how lucky he was. They were more than just bandmates; they were brothers. And brothers could always find a way to forgive each other, even if it involved a playful punishment over the knee.

Niall smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest. No matter what pranks he pulled or what punishments he faced, he knew he had the best friends in the world.

And that was all that mattered.