If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 8 - Prank War

After everyone goes to sleep I sneak out of my room and slip into Nialls. I start to over to him when I see him lying on the bed sleeping... or he's dead. I creep closer.

No he's snoring.

His soft snores feel the room and I face palm. I don't care if he look like a Furby, I'm waking his ass up. I sigh and walk to the bed. I see his face half buried in the pillow.

His blonde hair is patted down. Earlier he had the quiff since he put gel in his hair. His face is blank and chubby. A small smile grew on his lips. Okay. He looked better than a Furby. Believe me, he looks like... like... honestly. He looks like a little baby when he sleeps. Calm, quiet, and tired. His hair flopped down in his face like a little boys.

ARMANI! my head screams as I remember. I smirk at the boy and tip toe to the bathroom.

I instantly find the bottle on the sink counter. I snatch it up and shove it inside my pocket. I tip toe back to Niall. He mumbles something incomprehensible. I smile and cup his cheek with my left hand. He smiles in his sleep and I chuckle. I smack him on the forehead making him yelp and fall off the bed when he jumps. A loud thud sounds as he hits the floor, but not loud enough to wake the others. He groans and glares at me.

"That's just rude, love." He mutters. His Irish accent thick, and husky from sleeping.

I smirk, "Well I'm rude like that." I say quietly careful not to wake the others.

"Argh..." he rubs his back when he stands up, resting a hand on the bed for support. "Why'd you wake me?"

"Pranks wars remember?" I smirk.

He nods exiting the room. I follow him to the kitchen. He grabs a bag of chips from the counter. "Tell me again why we can't do this in the morning." He mutters sitting down at the table.

"Because if we don't do this now they'll be one step ahead." I say taking the chips away. His face drops and turns into a pout.

"ME CRISPS!" he cries. Why do Europeans say crisps instead of chips? Why do they call french fries 'chips'? It's just so confusing.

"You can eat when we're done." I tell him. He crosses his arms and glares at me playfully, poking out his bottom lip.

"Takes away my food. Big meany." He mumbles. I roll my eyes and place the chips on the counter.

"C'mon." I wave him to follow. He turns his head shunning me, "No." He says.

"Why not?"

"Because you're mean to me." He looks at me.

"You can eat later."

"Later is no good. I could starve I hope you know." He says with a completely serious face. I smirk and pat his head.

"Then you'll just have to die now won't you?" I snicker. His eyes widen and his face goes blank. A few seconds of silence pass before a sly smirk grows on his face.

"You couldn't live without me." He says.

"What makes you think that?" I snort.

"Because I'm Irish, you have to love me."

"Yeah okay." I roll my eyes jokingly, "Conceident much?"

"Why yes. Yes I am." He jokes.

"C'mon."

His smirk drops and he turns to the chips on the counter. Then back to me. Then back to the chips. He groans, "Please." He whines pouting at me.

"No."