{*Liam's POV*}
‘I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Woody is good! He was just jealous of Buzz!’ I exclaimed, glaring at the leprechaun that sat in front of me.
‘No he isn’t! Being jelly makes someone bad!’ he replied through mouthfuls of food.
I swear there wasn’t a time that boy wasn’t eating. I’m ashamed to say his eating habits have actually managed to rub off on all of us, and we all found ourselves eating at outlandish hours of the day. I was the most affected, other than Niall himself, but that was probably because I was around him more than the others.
‘Everyone gets jealous at some point! That doesn’t make us bad, just shows that we have feelings!’ I replied. I knew he was just trying to get on my nerves now, but I couldn’t help taking the bait.
‘You know, you’re probably jelly right now. Who wouldn’t be jelly of me food?’ Niall replied in his bright Irish accent that could put a smile on my face in an instant.
I fought a smile as I replied, ‘I told you! I don’t like jelly!’
‘How can you not like jelly?! It’s the leprechaun’s gift!’ he replied, pretending to be horrified.
‘It’s too sweet and-‘ I began, but Niall interrupted me.
‘TOO SWEET?! That is not possible!’ he instantly yelled at me.
I looked at what he was eating – potatoes, of course – and instantly had a plan. I could tell Niall suspected something from the way he was looking at me. I probably had that look that said I’m up to something that people always told me I did.
‘Liam… What are you up to?’ Niall asked cautiously, looking at me.
I grinned at him evilly before snatching a potato and running away.
‘LIAM! COME BACK HERE WITH MY POTATO!’ Niall yelled.
I laughed and kept running, hearing him start pounding after me. Knowing I wasn’t going to outrun the leprechaun, I threw the potato over my shoulder at him. He caught it and kept chasing, but I almost froze at what he was holding. I yelped when I finally processed that he was still chasing me and ran harder.
‘Put the spoon down, Niall! It’s not funny!’ I yelled, trying to act less scared than I actually was.
Niall only threw me a dangerous look, ‘You should’ve thought about it before you stole my potato.’
I did my best to laugh, but by now I was actually quite scared, not quite sure if he was seriously angry at me or if he was just teasing. He kept chasing me until finally I, being the clumsy person I am, managed to trip on a flat surface, also known as a rug, and was sent flying to land on the couch with a thud.
Niall grinned evilly and jumped, leaping on the couch and wrapping me in a hug so tight I could barely breathe. It was times like these I could hardly remember the boy he had been on the X Factor - he was so much stronger these days!
‘Niall! Can’t… Breathe!’ I managed to gasp out.
He let go of me, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I flipped him over, pinning him under me and placing my hands on either side of his head.
‘Good luck moving now,’ I said, smirking.
Niall only laughed, wrapping his arms around my back and hugging me. I joined in with his laugh, returning his hug. He buried his head in my chest and I couldn’t help but smile and rest my chin on the top of his head.
Zayn chose that moment to walk in. We jumped apart, landing on opposite side of the couch, suddenly noticing just how close we had been. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as Zayn raised his eyebrow at us.
