Not Famous Yet?

5

*Same Day*

I peeked my head out the door, waiting for Niall's signal.

"I mean, I think we should probably prank her again, I've got an idea," I saw Niall say, a smile threatening to escape his plump lips.

"Oh, what is it...?" Louis said, not even knowing what lays ahead, in the future.

Niall's eyes flickered over to me, he ran a hand through his hair and took a breath to 'answer' Louis.

The signal.

"Well, I was thinking we could put shaving cream on her-"

"Oh, that's too old, anything else...?" Louis interrupted.

Niall looked at me again, as I slowly creeped up to Louis, the jug in my hands.

"Umm... Maybe we could-" Niall stopped, as if he were thinking.

I was right behind Louis.

This was my chance.

"Maybe we could-err... Fill her pillow with jelly and put butter on the inside of her duvet...?" Niall said, questionably.

"Eh, we need something more,"

I waited, I kinda wanted to hear the conversation through.

"Umm... And... Maybe milk chunks in her shoes...?"

Disgusting.

Louis laughed, adding another comment that I didn't really pay attention too.

Perfect timing.

I quickly pulled on the top of his shirt, and poured the fowl smelling substance down it, only causing Louis to scream, maybe some curse words were involved.

Okay, a LOT of curse words were involved.

"Dude! That's fücking disgusting! Holy shït! I'm going to smell like this dämn shït for fücking weeks! What the fück is wrong with you?!" Louis screamed, only to be followed by an up roaring of thunderous laughter, from all of us. Except Louis. Of course.

"Okay! That was bloody hilarious!" Liam screamed, pointing over to Louis.

"Dämm right!" Zayn laughed, wiping his eyes.

"You two are genius!" Bellowed Harry.

"I know, I know, we'll be here all night!" I chuckled, bowing and waving my hand.

"I'm so getting you back!" Louis laughed/growled.

I squeaked as I tried to get away from him. But, ohh no, I was way too late.

Louis had tackled me to the ground.

"Say, are you ticklish...?" Louis' high accent glared maniacally, laughing.

"Nope, now get off me you big oaf, before I make you get off," I giggled, trying to get him off of me.

"I think you're ticklish..." He said, rubbing his hands together.

"I really aren't ticklish, Lou," I said, knitting my eyebrows together, trying even harder to get him off of me.

"Get your fat äss off me Louis!" I yelled, laughing and pushing.

"Not until you tell me the truth, Emma," he said, pulling his 'really' face on me.

"Go ahead, I'm not ticklish," I said, shrugging, if that's what you would call it. I am on the ground and all...

Louis' smile got even bigger as I challenged him.

"Okay, I will," he said, readying his hands right above my stomach.