On tour with a boyband (1D-fanfic)

Chapter 2 - Carrot in his face

Louis went back to sleep and me and Niall decided to watch a movie. There was a few hours drive left so we might even watched two movies.  "What do you wanna watch?" Niall asked me.

"It doesn't really matter, I feel like watching Mean Girls, but I understand if you don't wanna watch that." I said. It was a while since I last saw that one.

"Sure, we can watch it" Niall smiled at me and choose it and then he sat down next to me. We watched the movie in silent. I didn't really pay attention though. I was starring at Niall's face, I'd never really thought about how gorgeous his eyes looked. Wait what did I just think? That was weird. No i shouldn't look at Niall. No. I turned my face against the screen again and I hoped he didn't notice that I just stared at him. 

The movie ended. We just sat there starring at the empty screen. No one did anything. Then we heard a scream. We both starred at each other and at the same time we said: "Zayn." We ran as fast as possible, not that you needed to run in the bus we just did. 

"Who did this!?" Zayn asked. We both grinned and said:

"Louis!" 

"I gonna kill him..." Zayn said and went towards Louis' bed. 

"No no no! Do a prank to him instead!" I said and Zayn grinned. 

"Sometimes, Master. You are a very smart girl!" He said. "Now what should I do?"

"I don't know." I said. "I can't be smart ALL the time." I just looked at Niall who looked at me. I smiled with out knowing why, I just got randomly happy. 

"What?" Niall asked, noticing my random smile.

"I don't know... What do you think the prank should be?" I said and thought of somethings we could do. To do make up on him wouldn't be fun since he and Niall already came up with that idea to the other boys.

"We could just draw something in his face?" Niall suggested. We both looked to Zayn to see what he thought. 

"Yeah. Yeah that's a good idea." He said and went to find a pen. He found one and went up to Louis, he drew a carrot on his forehead, with feet, arms and face. It actually looked cute. The carrot looked cute, not Louis with the carrot in his face. Gosh that looked ridiculous! 

"Zayn! Give me your drawing-skills!" I begged and pretended to cry, he just laughed at me. From nowhere a great idea popped up in my head. I pulled up my iPhone from my backpocket and went on twitter. "Guysss haave you seen @Louis_Tomlinson's newest tattooooo? Believe it or not but it's a carrotttt!" I typed in, then I took a picture of him. "And tweet" I said as I pressed the "Tweet"-button. 

"What did you just do?" Niall asked. 

"You will never know..." I said and made a mysterious face. He was just looking at me. "Ugh, just check your twitter!" I said and walked towards the TV to sit down. "Laughter in 3... 2... 1..." I said to my self and I heard a laugh, Niall's laugh actually. It was cute. I like his laugh. No, it's actually normal to like someone's laugh, it don't have to mean that you're into someone just because of that. Why am I having a discussions with myself? Gosh I'm so weird. Suddenly I felt to hands on my shoulders. Yes I screamed. Loud.

"Hahahaha! I got ya!" I heard a Bradford-accent laughing at me. I turned around to see Zayn with now a face without any make up in it.

"Really funny Malik, but I've probably woken the whole bus up now..." I said, a bit worried. I didn't like it when someone woe me up.

"Whatever." He said with a smile on his lips. "So what are we watching?" I hadn't put anything on yet since I had a conversation with myself.

"Obviously nothing." I grinned at him. "You can pick something." I smiled and he took the remote, he putted some random Adam Sandler-movie called Grown Ups, soon Niall came to join us. "Hi Irish!" I greeted. 

"Hello American-Britt-Swede!" Niall said. And yup, I am both American, Swedish and British. My dad is British and my mum is American and Swedish, simple as that. Although, I had no clue who my dad was. When my mum was younger she liked to party (who doesn't). She liked to be, well how should I explain it? She liked to be... very close to boys in her own age... and yeah. She wasn't very good at using protection so that was how I was born. Yay, now you all know! How do I know my dad was British? Well mum went to England on like a party trip. That's what I been told, mum isn't like that anymore though, don't worry. 

 A/N~ Hello guys, I feel like this chapter is a little short? Do you want them longer? Because if you do want them longer I probably have to have more time to write them and stuff ;), But hope you liked this one! Vote and Coment lavjooo :*