The Muffin Man ✓

Unholy Alliance

After a long ride in a tight stuffy trunk of a limo, the goons took the couples to the governor's mansion. There the Styles and the Horans were thrown into the windowless basement.

"Welcome to your new home." One of the goons said. "Hope you enjoy your stay."

"Ow!" Niall hollered. "Watch it, I'm delicate."

"Hey, what about me?" Arie said. "I'm the woman here, don't I get some respect?"

"I got your respect right here." said the other goon.

The couples sat up and looked around. They found Swift standing by the door on the top steps, the goons on either side. She looked down on them menacingly.

"What a pity you got caught," she said coldly. "Now you've made me change the rules."

"Again?" Niall said. "You change your mind more than my wife, and that's her specialty."

Arie popped him. "Shut up, that's not true. Much."

"What's the new rules this time." Emma said dully. "I'm starting to get whiplash with all these changes."

Taylor smirked. "Here's the new deal. Take notes." She leaned closer and whispered loudly. "I get everything. You get nothing."

"Uh, how does that work?" Niall asked.

"Oh that's real simple, Einstein," Taylor went on. "You do the work. I get the pay. Should I say it again? Let me speak slowly. You work. I earn."

"That sounds suspiciously like slavery," Harry said.

"It does, doesn't it?"

"It's illegal." Harry said.

"Aww, look at you, worrying about something that's illegal. Like growing and selling pot in a pot free state isn't." Taylor turned to leave, before saying one more thing. "It's so nice to have bitches again doing my bidding. Nighty night."

She left, followed by the goons.

The couple turned to look at each other, horrified. They looked around the windowless room.

"Hey, there's no toilet," Niall said. "What if we have to take a leak?"

"I swear," Harry said. "If you pee in front of me I will beat you into the next century."

"So where am I suppose to go?" Niall asked.

"What, do you have to go to the bathroom?" Emma asked. "Seriously, what are you, three?"

"No, not much."

"Okay, guys," Arie said. "We're really screwed."

"Who're you telling?" Emma said. "This is the worst situation we've ever been in."

"Worse than jail." Niall agreed.

Harry was thinking. "Hey, I have an idea. It could work, but we have to work together."

"Okay." Niall said.

"I mean it." Harry insisted. "All in, one hundred percent. No backstabbing, no side deals. We're all stuck in the same boat."

"No argument here." Niall said.

"I'm in." Arie said. "Not like I have a lot to lose anyway."

They look at Emma who seemed to be thinking it over.

"Babe?" Harry said. "How about it? Are we going to do this or what?"

"I don't know," Emma looked skeptically at the Horans. "Look what happened the last time we tried to do business with these fools."

"Aw come on," Niall said. "Stuff happens sometimes."

Emma pointed at them. "I know you sold us out to the police to save your worthless butts."

"Not true." Arie said.

"You don't know that." Niall said quickly.

"Yeah," Emma narrowed her eyes. "It sure seems strange how, of all the rooms we have in our house, those cops just happened to know where our bedroom was exactly."

The Horans squirmed and looked at each other.

"Well what proof do you have?" Arie said. "You can't accuse us."

"Damn straight," Niall said. "Innocent until proven guilty."

"Why you. . ."

Harry scooted between them. "Never mind, baby, as much as I'd love for you to pick these two clean let's save it for later. We got some business to take care of. Are we all in agreement that we work together?"

The others listened.

"I have a plan," Harry said. "This plan will not only get us out of this room but it will take care of us in the long run. We can finally shake the cops and Miss Governor upstairs. Now who's with me?"

The others nodded. They were willing to listen.

"Okay," Harry said. "This is what we're going to do."

Meanwhile at the station Liam is throwing a fit.

"I don't get it!" He yelled red faced. "I have evidence here! Enough to bury those fools! What the hell? I don't get it!"

"Chill, boss," Zayn said trying to calm him down. "It's okay, we'll get them next time."

"I want a lawyer!" A masked man screamed.

"Shut up." Liam yelled back.

"What, mad cause the Muffin Man got you once again?" Taunted the ski mask man

Liam wasn't having it. "They were ours now! Look at all this evidence." He looked closer. There was only a small plastic bag. "Hey, there was more pot here. What happened to the rest?"

The other cops shrugged. "Don't know, sir."

"I know someone wasn't crazy enough to steal it."

"Actually," Zayn said. "Evidence like this has to be locked up in the evidence room otherwise it'll just disappear."

"Crap!" As soon as Liam turned his back several cops including Zayn quickly stuffed the bags into their pockets. Liam picked up the DVD.

"There's gotta be some evidence on this," he said. "This is my only hope."

Liam put it in the large screen on the wall and played it.

(Warning: the following scene can cause extreme nausea.)

"Ewww!" The cops said as everyone stared at the Styles homemade sex tape.

"What the hell is this?" Liam screamed outraged.

Zayn held his stomach. "I think I'm gonna puke."

The man in the ski mask threw up on the floor. "You people disgust me."

"I'm guessing that ain't evidence boss." Zayn croaked.

"You think?"