4 Bad Boys and 1 Girl #Wattys2016

Quiffy and Weirdo

"Luke! Please! Stop! Luke!" I said as I slowly tumbled back, frequently bumping into a rickety chair or table while Luke advanced towards me with a malicious grin on his face.

"Why should I stop? I'm quite enjoying this." He said as he increased his pace and I ran and hid behind a couch, whose stuffings were coming out. I gripped the head of the couch and looked at Luke, who made a surprised face at me.

"Luke, please! Please Luke!" I said as Luke smirked and came over to my side and I squealed and ran over the opposite side.Luke didn't reply but instead came towards me and we kept on going in circles around the couch, which was my only friend in the room at that moment. 

"Ashton! Please help!" I squealed as I dodged Luke's long hands and jumped over to his opposite side.

"No." Ashton curtly replied and I saw that he was engrossed in his phone and was typing way fast for a normal human being.

"How can you type that fast?" I said and everyone turned to look at me with their mouth open. Even Ashton. What was I saying? Have I gone mad with these four guys?

Really brain?

 What a great question to ask when a psycho is chasing you around a couch.

Can we have a round of applause for my brain.

"Talent, I guess." Ashton said as he wriggled his eyebrows at me and I waved at him a little. It's official. I have turned into an insane psycho.

"It's enough" I felt someone speak just behind me and I begged to God that it was not who I imagined it was. Please God. One last time? 

I turned my head just 7.65 cm and saw the familiar blue eyes of Luke. I jumped up with a yelp, glared at God and then landed again on my feet. I tried running away but before I could even move, he caught my hand and began walking with me upstairs.

"Help! Please! Calum! Ashton! No use asking you Michael!" I said, prying Luke's fingers one by one. When one finger left my wrist, the other regained its position.

"Let me make my will! I have not even made my will!" I shouted as Luke chuckled and I glared at the back of his head.

"I give, my packet of Oreos that are in the lowermost drawer in my home, to....the girl I met in the park on my first day in California. I give, my hard disk with all the TV shows and songs, to........." I trailed off as I saw that we were upstairs and that no one else was there other than Luke who kicked at the door of the room and it flew open.

"Luke! Please! Luke!" I said as he threw me inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. I ran towards the door and started banging my fists on it and yelling for help.

"Please, someone...." I said as all my energy died down and I slowly sat down on the floor and started crying. I covered my face with my hands and brawled. I was slowly picked up by my shoulders and I was wrapped into a deep hug.

"Shhhh." Luke stroked my hair as I gripped the collars of his jacket and wept into his white shirt. After some time, I slowly looked up at him.

"You look a little blurry." I said and he smiled at me.

"Yeah that happens, when you cry a lot." He wiped a tear from my eye and chuckled. 

"Why are you being nice?" I said and he looked seriously at me.

"Do you prefer the bad Luke?" He pulled me closer to him by my waist.

"No, no. This version's better. But I just don't understand...." I trailed off and ignoring my query, he picked me up bridal style and slowly advanced towards the bed.