Chapter 18

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~ First Kisses = Automatic Judgment~

We arrived into the dining room, soaking wet, hand in hand.

Niall happily pulled out a chair for me and I gladly sat in it and said a small thank you.

He nodded all giddy-like and sat in the open spot next to me.

Everyone was looking at us weirdly except for Harry who wasn’t looking at us at all.

“What’s up with you guys?” Louis asked deviously.

Zayn smirked, “Niall finally popped the question!”

Liam’s jaw dropped.

“This calls for a celebration!” Zayn exclaims.

“FOOD FIGHT!!!” Louis screams, throwing some of his mashed potatoes at Liam.

Liam gets them spattered on his face.

I stood up and silenced everybody.

“HEY!!! Calm down! I think that in order to play this game the right way, we need teams!” I yelled at the childish boys.

They all nodded.

“Okay, team captains: Liam and me” I stated.

“Phoebe, you may go first.” Liam said being a gentlemen.

I smiled.

“Niall.” I said.

Niall obeyed, taking a step behind me.

“Harry.” Liam called.

Harry mimicked Niall’s movement.

“Louis.” I called out.

Liam smacked his forehead.

“Zayn.”

Our teams had been formed and we separated from each other.

“GO!” Louis screamed.

I heard Niall scream, “I need more ammo!” I looked to him.

“You already ate all of your ammo?!” I yelled at him.

He shrugged.

I just giggled and shoved some of my food on his chest.

He scoffed playfully.

“You little-“ I shushed him.

“Be careful what you say, Ni.” I said.

I motioned my hand for my team to follow me.

We snuck under the dining room table.

“They’re noises coming from the pantry closet.” Louis whispered.

I was taken aback by how quiet he was being.

Louis led us to where he could hear the noises.

\e \ere ambushed.

Food was splashing us in the face and everywhere.

Food kept coming until we forfeit.

“Alright! We forfeit!” My team yelled in unison.

The food stopped swarming us and Liam’s team high fived each other in victory.

While my team hung our heads in shame.

Louis even began to fake cry.

Niall and I went over and patted his back, “It’s alright, we can’t win everything.” I calmed him.

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