Random One Shots/Short Stories

H.S Short Story ch. 2

My eyes shoot open at the sound of harsh knocks at my door. My mind goes into panic mode, immediately worried that I am late to get on the bus to the next city, or have missed an early meeting. I fly out of bed and scramble to the door, swinging it open.

Louis.

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

He is standing on the other side of the door, dressed in a grey t-shirt, black joggers and sneakers.

"Wake up, asshole. We're going on an adventure today." Louis smiles devilishly at me, knowing that he's just woken me up.

I turn to look at the clock on my nightstand, quickly shooting my head back to stare blankly at him. My mind races, trying to understand what could possibly have possessed him to think it would be okay to bang on my door at eight in the morning on an off-day. I feel my jaw clench and my nostrils begin to flare, feeling the need to scream at him for doing this to me. However, I control myself because unlike some people, I am courteous of the people around me that enjoy sleeping in on their days off.

"I should fucking kill you right now." I mutter between clenched teeth.

Louis chuckles at me, stepping into my hotel room and shutting the door behind him. My hand immediately flies to his chest, halting him from advancing any further into my room. "No. Get out. I'm not going on any fucking adventure today." I snap at him.

"Yes you are going on a fucking adventure today, asshole. Get dressed." He says, making his way towards my suitcase and crouching down, picking through my clothes. Why does he always call people an asshole? It's as if it's his favorite word. "How about I style you today, Mal? That sound good?" He taunts.

"Louis." I warn, about ready to jump on his back and claw him senseless.

"Yes, love?" He smirks. I stare at him with a death glare as he pretends to be intrigued by what I have to say.

"Nothing? Okay, well, the van will be here in 45 minutes to take us to the stadium. I'm driving." He says with a cocky tone, feeling like being the one driving the van somehow makes him superior. He stands up from my suitcase, turning to face me.

"I'm not going to the stadium. I'm going back to sleep. Do not expect me down stairs." I say with a serious tone.

"Nope. You're going." He says back as if it's not even up for debate. Just as he says this, Niall and Zayn come bursting into my room, the door being unlocked from Louis entrance. They walk in, taking in my stance and seeing Louis standing a few feet away from me with a smirk on his face. Niall is wearing navy blue sweats and white tennis shoes, Zayn in a cream sweater and black jeans with Puma's on his feet.

"Good morning, sunshine." Niall smirks at me, already knowing that I am extremely pissed off by the look on my face and not hesitating to rub it in.

"Mal, you coming with us today?" Zayn asks with a sincere smile.

"No." I snap at all of them. "You guys get out! This is not the fucking social lounge, I'm going back to sleep!" I continue, my voice raised a bit out of anger.

Niall's eyebrows raise a tad, his eyes taking over my body. "Ah, she's just joking. Y'all go ahead, I'll make sure she's ready by nine o'clock..." He tells Zayn and Louis, insinuating that they should leave the room.

"Niall I swear to God...." I stare at him.

He just escorts the other two out, ignoring me. Once the door is shut, he turns around and looks at me with a devious smirk, sauntering over slowly until he is stopped in front of me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him slightly.