Start It All Over Again

Alone

Kara Rose's Point of View

"TIME TO GO SHOPPING!" I exclaimed, shaking him awake. He rolled over, his eyes still closed. "What time is it?"

"It's nearly twelve o' clock! Wake up, Louis!" He groaned and threw a pillow at me. "Fine," I said, crossing my arms. "You leave me no choice."

I quickly walked off, out of his room and down the stairs. Harry was finishing his breakfast when I came into the kitchen. He was doing something on his phone, but looked up when he heard me trying to find a big container of some sorts. "What are you doing?"

I looked back at him from where I was. The dining room was slightly separated from the kitchen. There was half a wall put up between the two rooms, making them inclusive, but a bit private from the other. (A/N: On the side is a photo of how the kitchen kinda looks, with the wall/countertop separating thing) "Louis won't get up. So, therefore, I am going to force him to get up." Harry grinned devilishly, catching on quickly. "Wanna help?" I asked.

"Most definitely," he replied with a laugh. "There are some pots up there!" Harry pointed to some cabinets up pretty high. I looked up at them, then back at him.  He smiled. "Okay, I'll get them."

He opened the cabinet with no trouble at all and grabbed to pots. We put them under the faucet and started filling them up with water. "Can you carry that?" He asked, seeing me with the big, heavy pot. I huffed, playfully. "I may be kinda short, but I've found so far that I'm pretty strong. Don't underestimate me, Harry!"

He laughed. "Alright then! Let's get to this, now!" We walked up the stairs and into Lou's room, where he was still sleeping (now, with a pillow over his head to block out all forms of life). Harry held the pot in one arm and removed the pillow from over his head.

"One, two, three," he signaled in a whisper. On the number three, we both dumped the ice cold water all over him. He sat straight up and almost fell right out of bed.

"HOLY FUCK!" He yelled, rubbing his eyes. We laughed forever, excluding Lou. He was not quite as amused with this as we were. Louis actually looked like he was about ready to cry, while Harry and I high-fived each other triumphantly and just, like, died right there and then.

"Okay. You got what you wanted. I'm up." I clapped joyously. "YAY!"

"You know, you're starting to seem a lot less cute and innocent..." He said, and I beamed. "And, you!" He said, pointing to Harry. "How dare you help her!?"

We all laughed, before Louis said, finally, "I love you both so much. I think... I think this calls for hugs!"

"NO, NO, NO, NO!" Harry and I both shouted, running as quickly as we could away from a still soaking wet Louis. But, he was too quick and wrapped both of us up in hugs.

Harry and I both groaned, severely unhappy. "Oh, isn't revenge sweet?" He said, patting both of our heads.

"Go on, go get ready, babe. I'll meet you in the car when we're both done, yeah?" Louis told me.  I nodded and went off to brush my teeth and comb my hair with the supplies that the boys had provided me with. I sprayed some of what I assumed to be Louis' girlfriend's perfume on my neck. Oh god, what's her name? Elisabeth? Ellen? Elouise?... Eleanor!

I tried to put my hair into a bun, but it just wasn't working for me today. I got so frustrated I almost started crying. I finally settled on two piggy tails. Sure, I looked like a six year old, but I also looked pretty damn cute, if I do say so myself.

"Whenever you're ready babe!" Louis called from the bottom of the stairs. "Coming!" I called back.

I walked back to my room and put on the orange Ked's next to my bed that I assumed must've been mine. I quickly ran down the stairs, saying goodbye to Harry on my way out the door. Louis had already started the car, though he was typing away on his phone. I opened the car door and hopped in next to him.