Will Poulter Imagines

This Means War

I walk into the house at, I'm guessing a little after seven, since that's the time I got off of work, my job that I can just walk to and back.
I open the door and close it softly while I take long strides towards the kitchen where I lay my house key on the kitchen counter.
I look at the fridge and then back at the counter where I saw something out of place.
I look at it and a smile finds it's way to my lips.
I pick up the piece of paper with, actually very nice, handwriting on it.

Welcome home from work!
Two Things:
1.) This gun w/ amo is yours, use it wisely.
2.) I also have the same gun, and as of now, you are under attack.
Good luck! You'll need it.... ;)

I look around the room, and as soon as I do, I hear footsteps.
I grab the nerf gun and look around furiously.

"Come out, come out wherever you are, Will!" I say as I laugh and take a step toward the hallway corrider.
I hear laughing and some more footsteps.
I look behind me quickly and then in front of me even quicker.
No Will behind, no Will in front.

I won't lie, right now my heart was racing, my mind racing too, wondering if he will jump out and scare me and shoot me or what.
I run into the livingroom with some pretty sneaky tip toes, let me tell you.
I look around and notice the closet door standing wide open. I quickly step in it and close the door behind me.
I start to get cold chills just thinking about who will win this, which was probably going to be him since I'm in a closet right now.
I put the gun in my left hand and search around for the light string with my right.
As soon as I feel it, I pull it down and it lights the entire closet. Not too bright, nor was it to dim.
I look around and see all of the old coats that Will and I barely wear anymore and I hide behind them, pulling the string down again, making it once again, dark.
I stood there for a long time before I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the closet door.
I was literally jumping with excitment.
I began to laugh quietly just thinking about him moving stealthly around the small house of ours, looking behind the furniture and around corners with as much fear and excitment as I had when I was paranoid about him being by.

"Oh my God, she's good, she's really good." He says with his amazing British accent that I couldn't get enough of.
I laugh again before he swings the door open and catches me.
"I knew you were in here!" He says full of laughter.
I come out of the clothes with both of my hands up in surrender.
He smiles and lets me walk out of the closet with him closing the door behind me.
"Put your gun on the ground." He demands in a funny way.
I laugh and immediately say, "no way!"
He gives me a look with a smirk I'm all too familiar with.
"Okay, I'll do it." I say, giving in. I knew that he was planning on tickling my sides while my hands where up.
Just as he goes to pick my gun up, I kick the gun that's on the ground through his feet and I run behind him getting it.
I turn around and he jumps on top of me.
"That's cheating ma'am, I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate your weapon." He says.
"I don't think you should do that, sir." I said as I lean up towards him.
"And do you want to know why?" I ask in a whisper.
He laughs and looks at my body below him.
"Why?" He whispers back.
I lean in close to his ear and think about something clever to say, when it comes to me.
"Because I am going to win this."
Just then, I turn him and I over to where I'm on top of him and he's on the bottom.
His gun goes flying across the wooden floor of the room and I jump up after it, only to have him grab my leg and pull me back, not knowing that I already had it.
I grab the other gun and turn my whole body towards him and he freezes.
"Let go of my foot and nobody gets hurt." I say as he lets go immediately.
I laugh and stand up.
I put my gun in front of him and motion it towards the ground.
"On the ground sir." I said.
He laughs and puts his hands behind his head.
"That's rubbish!" He says as he kneels down on one knee.
"Life's rubbish." I say back, laughing afterwards.
I point both guns at his head, and before he knows it, two nerf bullets were stuck to his forehead.
I break out into a fit of laughter, slowly but surely.
I look at him once, and then twive before realizing his pouty face.
"I'm sorry!" I say as I still laugh. "Oh my gosh..."
He crosses his arms over his chest and laughs too.
"What???" He asks.
"You..." I say as my laugh because dry and no noise escapes.
"You look... you look like a... a giraffe!"
I bust into a laughter so loud that the neighbors probably heard.
He stood up beside me and grabbed my side while messing up my hair on purpose. Giving me one of those noogies.
"That's rude!" He says as he lets go of me.
I give him one last look before laughing again and kissing him on the cheek.
"Can we do this tomorrow?" I ask.
He smirks and stifles a, "ha, no!"
"If you're going to win again, definitely not." He says as he playfully punches my shoulder. I blush and smile like crazy before he hugs me.
"But if you want to, I'll do it."

A/N
I saw this picture of a nerf gun on Instagram and I was like, oh, that would be a cute imagine, you know, and honestly, I like it.

Considering Will is the size of a baby giraffe is even funnier because the first thing I thought about was the girl in this (you) shooting him in the forehead with two of them sticking to his face.

Its cute, okay?

You just got to belIEVE.