'Ugh, no. We don't need that.' groaned Liam, throwing seven packets of Twisties back on the shelf.
'Yes we do!' Niall insisted.
'No, we don't.'
'Yes we do!'
'No we don't.'
'YES WE DO!' Niall bellowed.
'I think you do.' I pointed out helpfully.
Niall gave me a happy look and thrust in the extra Twisties, poking his tongue out at Liam.
'Thanks Lily.'
Liam rolled his eyes.
'What! They're my favorite!' I said innocently.
Liam stormed off down the aisle, muttering to himself. I swear I heard him say 'fatties.'.
'YOU CALLIN ME FAT BRO?' I shrieked.
Liam turned out of my sight. I bit my lip and shuffled behind Louis, who was pushing the trolley.
'I think I made Liam angry...' I whimpered, tugging on Louis' sleeve childishly.
'Don't worry about it love. He's always angry at me for some reason. He'll get over it soon enough'
Louis turned out to be right, after twenty minutes of filling up the trolley with both the bands' shopping and mine,Liam was talking to me as if nothing had happened. Harry was bringing up the rear of the group, his laughter ringing across the deserted store as Sirius nipped playfully at his heels.
'Sirius seems to like Harry.' Zayn pointed out as Louis pushed the trolley down a different aisle.
'Yeah. It's his hair, Sirius has always had a thing for curls.' I tugged at my straight, blonde hair lightly.
Zayn chuckled.
'How can a dog possibly be fussed by the fact someone has curly hair?'
I shrugged.
'Beats me, ask Sirius.'
The group finished rolling the trolley down the last aisle in the store, and pushed it toward the cashier.
'How are we going to pay for this stuff if there isn't a cashier?' Louis asked.
There was a silence.
'Should have though about that before we put this stuff into the trolley.' I groaned.
Before the group could come to a decision, Paul surprisingly burst into the store, making Sirius bark loudly and Niall to knock over a stack of tin cans when he jumped.
'Guys, something weird is going on.' He admitted.
'What makes you say that?' asked Zayn.
'Come and listen.' he urged.
The trolley abandoned, the group raced outside into the unbearably hot weather and followed Paul. He directed them onto the bus.
'What on Earth are you?-'
'-Just wait. Listen to this.'
Paul flicked on the radio, and to my surprise, the usual commentary was absent. Instead, an odd cracking sound was blasting through the speakers.
'Even in a country town, I doubt that's normal.' Paul looked at me to confirm his suspicions.
'You're right. Triple X is normally on at this time.' I frowned, the absence of the radio commentary automatically linking itself to the thought of the empty streets I had to walk on to get here earlier. 'We should check out the town.'
