Highway To Love (Harry Styles)

Chappy 6 // One-fifth of One Direction loves Mean Girls.

ALEX




"No, no, no! Niall, wrong way! Turn around!" Liam shouted.




Niall yelled. "Don't drop it! Don't drop it!"




Zayn exclaimed, "Shut up! I can't hear the TV volume!"




"Sucks for you!" Harry screeched. "Shit! How am I supposed to work this darn thing!?"




"Hey, where's the bowls!? And who the hell placed a knife in the dishwasher?" Louis screamed out to us. "It's a dishwasher, not a knifewasher, for God's sake! I almost pierced my finger!"




"Niall, to the right! The armrest is supposed to face the window!" Liam ordered.




"Liam, no one gives a damn as long as we can still sit on the sofa," Niall remarked, and a 'thump' sound was heard.




"Your blender is malfunctioning!" I shrieked, using my arms to shield myself from the messy, sudden splatter of chocolate smoothie. It landed on my shirt, my arms and a little on my hair. Okay, chocolate smoothie is lovable and all, but it's really yucky and gross when it seeps through your shirt and sticks to your skin.




"Why can't I change the channels?" Zayn yelled. "Oh God, there's no battery. Harry, there's no battery!"




"Why are you telling that to me?" Harry shouted, his hands fiddling with the microwave, shoving the popcorn inside.




I screeched. "Harry, are you crazy?" I pulled the bag of popcorn out again before Harry could spin the dial and set it to pop. "You gotta take off the cover first!"




"What the- Who places a freaking soccer ball in the dishwasher?" Louis screamed. "And my favorite one too!"




"I might've accidentally kicked it in there..." Niall laughed.




"You darned Irishman! Get it out and scrub it, boy, scrub it clean! There's soap all over!" Louis shrieked, gingerly pulling out the ball and quickly threw it at Niall's direction.




Louis' hands were slippery and the ball was wet, so it didn't take a wild guess to know that the ball went flying at a different pace. It sloppily hit the plastic table, and the flower pot fell down to the floor, revealing a rusted battery underneath it.




Zayn cried out, "There's a battery under the pot! There's a battery, hallelujah!"




"You're welcome, Zayn!" Louis chuckled.




"Guys, I need help! There's one more couch!" Liam exclaimed, sounding far. He was probably at the stairs.




"I can cook a lot of stuff," Harry defended indignantly. "Just...not popcorn."




"What were you trying to do - burn the place down?" I groaned, peeling off the cover and shoving the popcorn back into the microwave. I wasn't exactly sure how to handle this popcorn shizz, but I pushed more in anyway.