Sara's P.O.V.
We spent the day lounging around doing absolutely nothing, besides multiple card games and rounds of chess and backgammon. We actually finished a game of monopoly which Niall smashed at (and Harry miserably failed), and started a game of trivial pursuit but gave up because no one knew the answers. Who in this world actually knows anyway?
Now it was 4:45pm and we were seriously getting bored of sitting on the couch staring into space so when the doorbell rang we all almost jumped out of our skins in fright, and sprinted to the door. We all pushed and shoved to makes sure we were at the door, seeing as this was the only thing that had happened for the past 25 minutes.
I turned to Harry and said: "I bet you 5 Australian dollars that, that is my Dad." I made sure that I didn't say bucks, otherwise he would start clucking if I won and that it was Australian dollars so it wasn't Zimbabwean or monopoly dollars.
"Nope. I reckon it's a group of fans that have found put where we are. I swear they should join the FBI or Massad or something like that." He said matter-of-factly.
"I think it's the pizza man with my tropicana!" Niall called out.
"You called the pizza man?" I asked
"No, I thought I heard you on the phone ordering pizza, so we all called out what pizzas we wanted and we were fighting over 5 different types of pizza so you ordered them all." Niall said confusedly.
By now we had reached the door and stopped.
"You really are crazy aren't you Niall." I stated as I opened the door to see...
"HAHA!! IT'S MY DAD! I TOLD TOU SO! WHERE'S THAT $5 FROM EACH OF YOU THAT YOU OWE ME?!" I screamed out and started doing a happy dance.
The boys reluctantly pulled out $5 out of their wallets. I wanted to ask them why they cared seeing as their are rich little popstars, so I did.
"Why do you even care about $5 if you're rich little popstars?"
"Why do you care? And don't do that happy dance again please. If you can't dance, don't." Harry said.
"Ouch, that hurt." I said where putting my hand where my heart is. Ha ha! Put your money where your heart is! That's -
"What you get for waking up in Vegas!" Niall blurted out. We exchanged looks and burst out -
"Put your hand where your heart is! That's what you get for waking up in Vegas!"
We hi-fived as Harry stood there probably thinking about how retarded we were being.
My Dad - I mean Mr Whitman - I've got to stop doing that - patted me on the back and said, "OK. You guys have fun. My keys," and dropped them into my hand."The money is on the bench. Don't spend it all so quickly and don't spend it all on paying for crashing my car because that's now going to be happening, right kids?"
We all nodded and I asked, "Does this include the other rules?"
"Yes." He replied and I groaned.
"Hey! That's not very nice Ashley! Sorry Mr Whitman for Ashleys's terrible behaviour. Please excuse her, we shall be working on your manners whilst you are all away." Niall said in a flawless posh British accent.
"Ha ha! Nice accent Niall. I'm guessing this is from experience in London or did the Queen give you lessons?" He chuckled while I rolled my eyes at their stupidity.
"Well ya know what they say Mr Whitman, good singers can do good accents. Unfortunately, no, I didn't get lessons from the Queen on accents but I'm sure I can manage to arrange lessons on manners for Ashley?" Niall answered.
