Backwards A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Chapter Three

“Were here!” Harry grinned, jumping out of the car. I sunk down further in my seat suddenly feeling more and more nervous.

I watch as Harry run’s around the front of the car, and towards the passenger door. He opened it out for me, and watched as I sunk down, until I was literally on the floor.

He laughed, and unhooked the seatbelt making me collapse on the floor, making him laugh harder and me sulk harder.

“Come on! It won’t be that bad, I promise!” He says smiling sympthetically.

He sighs, as he realise that I probably wont move, so he picks me up rather easily, and without struggle. Urghh, I need to put on some weight so it won’t be easy to be picked up. He throws me over his shoulder.

“PUT me down NOW!” I shout, making him roar with laughter. I beat my fists against his back, and kick my legs about, in a weak attempt to make him put me down, but it doesn’t work, obviously.

He unlocks the door with one hand, and striders in, shutting the door with his foot.

“Hey lads.” He says standing in the hallway.

‘RAPE, RAPE, RAPE!” I scream as loudly as I can, suddenly I hear peoples feet come running into the hallway loudly.

“Harry what the hell!?” A voice says, and I’m pretty sure it was Liam’s.

“PUT ME DOOOWWNN!” I screamed.

“Ari?” I heard a familiar voice ask.

“NIAALLLL! SAVE ME!” I shouted.

“HARRY STYLES PUT ME DOWN!” I shouted again, wriggling about in his arms, still pounding my small, and most likely useful fists on his back.

“You know love, that’s not doing a thing. You weigh nothing.” Harry comments.

“Urghhh.” I moaned, going limp.

I feel myself being lowered down, and he lays me on the carpet.

“Oh god, please don’t tickle me.” I say noticing the familiar glint in Nialls eye, and Harry is grinning rather evily.

“Thanks for the idea!’ Harry mutters.

They both bend down and tiggle me, I scream and yelp, and end up in tears because I’m furiously ticklish.

“Pppp… pppllease.. stttopp.. tickling. Mmee!” I say in between tears.

“Not until you say ‘Niall is the king, and I am jealous of his and Harry’s beauty!’ “ Niall declares.

“Fine!” I shout.

“Niall is the king, and I am jealous of his and Harry’s beauty!” I say quickly, before they would be able to start tickling me.

Five boys, all then crowd around me, looking down at me, and suddenly I feel very self concsuis. I cover my face with my hands quickly.

“She’s hot.” A boy with olive tanned skin, and jet black hair, that is very, very gorgeous comments.

“Hey Ari.” Niall says I peck through my hands and see Niall grinning down at me.

“Hey Niall!” I chuckle removing my hands, and not caring how goofie I may look.

He crouches down to my level, and I throw my arms around his neck.

‘I missed you Niall!” I say resting my head on his shoulder.

“I missed you too Ari.” He chuckles.