Love {Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction}

Chapter 8

I updated half of this on my phone...sorry for the errors :/

"Well, look who decided to wake up." I say cheerfully as Phoebe walks down the stair case with a half awake emotion.

"Did you eat the ice lollies yet?" Phoebe tugged at my arm and looked at me with serious eyes.

"No we didn't, baby." I tapped the top of her head, playfully.

"Where is Harry and Daisy?" She asks.

"They went to go get some snacks because we are going on a late picnic near the lake. How does that sound? Fun, right?" I smile and she nods, with a small grin on her face.

"I'm bored, May. Does Harry have any board games in his room that we could play?"

"Yeah I think he has a few. Go ahead and look. I don't think he will mind." I shrug my shoulder and she skips joyfully back up the staircase, and comes down with a box in her hand.

"So what game have you chosen?" I ask her as she hands the square box over to me.

I read the title and it says, 'Twister'. Well this is going to be interesting...

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"Right hand red." Daisy says as she spins the wheel for her turn. She gets left foot green and my bum is practically exposed. Both of my hands are occupied and I'm bending down, quite an awkward position I must say...

"Right foot bl-"

"Woah." I turned around to see Harry holding a few grocery bags and Daisy right next to him. Of course he would be staring at my ass, cheeky boy.

"Like the view much?" I smirk and get up from the mat that was laying on the floor in the middle of the living room.

"Loved it, babe." He hovered over me and kissed my forehead. Harry placed down all the goodies on the kitchen counter, and Daisy did the same.

"May! We didn't finish the game!" Phoebe whines from the living room.

"Maybe Harry could play with you." I look at Harry who was sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand, taking random pictures of Phoebe and posting them on Instagram. That boy has a problem...

"Harry, can you play with me please?" Phoebe begs, sweetly.

He looks back at me, then at Phoebe. Eventually, he gives in and I'm the one ending up taking pictures of him and posting them on Twitter so the whole twitter world will be able to see their weird game of Twister.

At the moment, Harry is in the position of a bridge which looks sort of painful from the look of it. As for Phoebe, she's laughing uncontrollably due to his weird position.

"Are we done with this game yet? My back hurts!" Harry complains.

"No, not yet. One more spin th-"

He fell.

"Harry! You weren't supposed to fall!" She starts walking over to Harry and punches his stomach playfully.

"Ouch!" Harry reacts fakely and falls to the floor, groaning in pain while clutching his chest. His effort of crying was...terrible.

Phoebe kneels down on her knees and shakes Harry. 

"I'm sorry! I didn't know I could punch that hard! Daddy said that I was weak one time! May help him!" Tears start to form in her eyes as I try not to burst out laughing, and cry myself due to the hard laughter.

"May is to the rescue!" I put one hand in the air and the other on my hip. Also known as the superher pose. 

Harry was still on the floor, rolling around the room like a mental person as he rolls right infront of me.