"I hate you."
"I hate you too."
"I hate you more."
"No I hate you more."
I scowled at Liam.
"This is your fault."
"No this is *your* fault."
"Would you stop repeating everything I say!"
"Would *you* stop repeating everything I say?"
I groaned and yanked once again on the handcuff that circled my right wrist. Liam's left hand moved with the motion.
"I can't believe he handcuffed us together," he growled.
"And to a table."
We both sat on the ground of the tiled dressing room. I leaned up against the yellow-white wall as Liam leaned against the light dry wooden table which we had been handcuffed around.
"Smile for the camera happy cousins!" Harry pranced into the room holding out his iPhone with a big grin on go face. He was obviously recording us.
Liam and my faces glared at him. "I can't believe you lost the key," Liam said.
"I'm sorry!"
"No you're not," I stated. "Give me the camera."
"No."
"Harry, give me the camera."
"I'm sorry Cheyenne. It's just too funny!"
I lunged slightly to try and reach him, but he was to fast and moved out of my grasp.
The table skidded across the floor a couple inches with an awful screech.
Liam and I exchanged glances and he stood up as I was; my back slightly hunched because I could not stand to my full height while still being handcuffed to the table leg.
Harry's expression changed drastically. "No.. No don't you guys-"
We ran forward at the same time, dragging the table behind us. Harry ran out into the halls as we followed.
"Paul!!!" He screamed. "Paul help!! They're trying to run me over with a table!"
"What the hell happened here?" We all stopped running and Harry hid behind Paul.
"Harry handcuffed us to each other and the table!" I yelled.
"Harry," Paul groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "You guys have to be on stage in five minutes! Where's the key?"
The curly headed boy looked around nervously. "I may have, maybe, lost it a little bit..."
"So you expect Liam to bring Cheyenne and *a table* out on stage with him?"
"I don't think I really thought this through..."
"No shit Sherlock!" I shouted. Paul pushed me back as I stepped towards Harry again. Sighing, he moved behind Liam and myself an picked up the table with little difficulty.
"Walk," he instructed. With our heads hung, all three of us strolled down the hallway to the stage entrance. I kicked Liam in the calf lightly and he kicked me back.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"It did not! Don't be such a baby Chey!"
"It did to hurt! When I have a bruise on my leg tomorrow I'm blaming you."
"Go right ahead! See if I care."
"Knock it off! Both of you!" Paul set down the table behind us as we approached the other boys.
Louis stared at us with confusion. "Why do you- you know what? I'm not even going to ask."
"Good idea," I mumbled. As the countdown began, Niall and Zayn helped us carry the large table onto the stage and set it down off to the right.
"Hello Los Angeles!" Liam yelled into the microphone. "I want to introduce you to some people! This is Cheyenne, my cousin. And this is...the table Harry handcuffed us to..."
After the other boys spoke for a little while longer, music began playing for a song I instantly knew.
"Hey girl I'm waiting for ya, I'm waiting for ya. Come on and let me sneak you out."
Liam tried to wonder around on stage like he normally did as he sang, but was yanked back by the handcuffs. He stumbled with his words a bit as he regained balance.
I didn't know what to do with myself. If I sat down, Liam would have to as well, but it was awkward to just stand there. I caught Harry smirking and laughing t us as he waited for his part.
'Evil bastard,' I thought. I glared and made a beckoning motion with my free hand, mouthing 'come here' threateningly as I did so. He shook his head and began singing the chorus.
He kept laughing at me from across the stage as I continued to call him over.
"Harry Cheyenne wants you to come over here," Liam said into the microphone, talking over Zayn's solo slightly.
"I don't want to."
"Aw now you hurt her feelings."
Liam held the microphone to y lips as I began to speak. "My feelings are fine. I want him over here so I can strangle him."
The conversation ended as the chorus began again. With a smile, Louis, Niall, and Zayn made eye contact. Louis winked at me and ran toward Harry, the two others close behind.
Without ever missing a note, they hauled him closer and closer to me as he flailed about, trying to get free.
I strained to reach him, pulling the heavy table a few centimeters in the process. But at the last second, Zayn's grip faltered and Harry broke free, dashing back to a safe distance and now not letting anybody else get near him.
•
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
I have been glued to the same spot on stage for the past hour and a half, handcuffed to Liam and this table for over three hours, and am starting to go deaf from the noise level of the concert. To make matters worse, I had to go to the bathroom. Bad.
I squirmed uncomfortably as Back For You finally ended. "Liam."
"Yeah?" He held the mic to my mouth but I pushed it away. The entire audience didn't need to know I was about to pee my pants.
"I have to pee," I whispered in his ear. He grimaced.
"Well that's a problem... How are we supposed to- I don't think the table will fit- oh God ill have to go in there too! Can't you hold it?"
"I have been holding it for the past two hours or so," I said through gritted teeth. "I really don't think I can hang in for much longer."
"What's the matter?" Niall bounded over to us.
Without a second thought or hesitation, Liam yelled, "Cheyenne has to pee," into his mic.
"Well that's a tricky situation," Louis smiled. Harry was on the floor laughing at us.
