Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Horror House

Hi everyone!!

How are you all doing?

I hope you're all having a great time! I've been a bit busy these past few weeks so I hope you didn't mind I was MIA!

I enjoyed writing this chapter, initially I did not expect it to be this long but here we are! 😆

Anyway, I hope you're all ready for this cute chapter!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The boys and Y/N had a rare free afternoon during their American tour, and, as usual, Louis came up with a "brilliant" idea.

"A horror house," he said with a mischievous grin, standing in the middle of their living room, arms outstretched. "It'll be fun, I promise. Plus, I want to see who screams first—Niall or Y/N."

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why do I feel like this is a setup?"

"It's not!" Louis protested, but his grin said otherwise. "It'll be fun!" he'd insisted. "We need a good scare, don't we?"

An hour later, they were standing outside an ominously dark building, its exterior decorated with flickering lights and fake cobwebs. A sign read, "Enter if you dare."

Y/N, eyeing the looming facade of the horror house with its flickering lights, eerie sound effects, and foggy entrance, knew deep in her gut this was going to be a disaster. But she'd reluctantly gone along, her protests drowned out by the boys' excitement.

"I already hate this," Y/N mumbled as they stepped into the dark corridor, her voice trembling. She was sandwiched between Liam and Harry, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Louis teased from the front, turning back with a mischievous grin. "You'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Lighten up, love," Niall chimed in, patting her shoulder. "It's all fake anyway."

But it didn't feel fake. The air was cold, and the dimly lit walls felt like they were closing in on them. The first jumpscare hit almost immediately—a creepy mannequin sprang to life with a loud screech, lunging toward them.

Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs, latching onto Liam's arm so tightly he winced. "It's just a mannequin!" he laughed, though his hand instinctively wrapped protectively around her. "You're fine, Y/N."

"Fine? I'm not fine!" she snapped, hiding her face in his shoulder. "Get me out of here!"

The boys, of course, couldn't stop laughing at her reactions. Every time a scare came—a bloody figure popping out of a coffin, a disembodied hand reaching from a wall—Y/N's shrieks echoed through the halls. She flinched, screamed, and clung to whoever was closest, whether it was Zayn, Harry, or Niall.

"I swear," she muttered, her voice shaky, "I'll do anything to see the light of day again."

"Don't worry, love," Harry said, throwing an arm over her shoulders as they moved deeper into the maze. "We'll protect you...mostly."

"You're awful," she grumbled, clinging to him when another scare—a ghastly clown—jumped out of a hidden door. She immediately tensed, her body frozen as she stared at the clown before she was pushed by the boys to walk forward.

A soft push on her back brought her back to reality. "Come on, love. You can do it." She heard Niall whisper in her ear, his hands on her back.

"I hate you all so much right now." She murmured, clinging to Niall and Zayn who both laughed at her statement. "Sure you do, babe!" Louis managed to wink from in front of her. His mischievous grin never left his face; obviously enjoying the terror on Y/N's face.