Not Famous Yet?

4

"Let me out of here!" I say, pounding on the bathroom door.

"Oh, umm, sorry," Zayn's muffled voice whispers as Louis and Harry start laughing.

Zayn opens the door and sits back on the ground.

"Why did you lock yourself in there?" Harry manages to get out between laughs.

"Well, 1st, someone pushed me in there, 2nd, that door doesn't lock from the inside, 3rd, why the fück would I do that?!" I say, pretty steamed.

Harry's eyes widen and quickly go back to a playful face once he notices my faint smile.

"Okay, but seriously, where is Niall at?" Zayn asks, looking at the other guys.

Louis only sighs. "I can try and find him but we all know that is possibly and quite arguably the hardest thing to do in the world..." The boys nod, all seeming to agree as Louis jumped out of the room.

"What now?" I ask, rather bored.

Shït. I shouldn't have asked that.

The other two just faced me with smirks. Oh shït.

Liam and Harry turned around quickly and flipped back around, facing me again. They had the Nerf guns. Again.

Let me just say those little bïtches hurt like hell. I can see why Liam acted like he was in the middle of a war earlier.

"Shït. Shït. Shït. Shït. Shït. Shït." I whisper as I run down the hall.

Annnnndddd cue the laughter. Zayn saw me from the living room and just burst. And I mean burst. He saw me, then bam, on the floor, with blankets all over him, which caused me to double over in laughter, which gave the others a chance to hit me.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Right down the middle of my back.

"Dämn, those little bïtches hurt," I grumble, standing back up and dashing off down another hallway, which leads to the doorway.

I heard the front door open, but I hardly payed any attention to it.

"Can't catch me now!" I turn around and run backwards, and scream at them.

"Haha!" I fist pump and turn around to see where I was running.

Little did I know I'd come face to face with a grey t-shirt and a set of crystal blue eyes.

"Oh, u-uhm I'm sorry," I say, not looking up at the face, feeling too embarrassed.

That was until I heard the matching laugh, then my eyes snapped up to his face, and scanned his features.

I stepped back, only causing him to step closer.

"No worries," I heard his smooth accent say. It was definitely different from the other guys' accents. But, not different according to the area.

I only noticed how long I was standing there when I heard a 'click' and then a 'chk-shck'.

I whipped around and saw Zayn running away, with his phone. Great. Pictures.