Game On Horan! (All jokes aside, let's dance...)

Chapter 3

 "If you think you're so great, why don't you have a prank war with me?"

 It was at that moment, Niall knew, he had messed up.

 The look that Tristan gave him was a mix between incredulous and "you idiot, you're going to die". Which, he totally was. I was actually going through all the different ways I could skin him alive, or burn him to a crisp. 

 Why, you may ask?

 Because he challenged me to a prank war. And NOBODY EVER challenges  me to anything. 

 Period.

 I've always been a competitive person. It's just in my nature. I've never really enjoyed being pushed or shoved around by others. And when you're a girl, that tends to happen automatically. People just assume that you're a pushover and will do anything for anyone at anytime. Which, is totally not true.Just because some girls aren't necessarily as strong as others or because they're stereotyped to be a certain way, doesn't mean that ALL girls are like that.

 I definitely wasn't.

 So, yeah, I was competitive. And, yeah, I stood up for what I believed in. So what? I was allowed to! I wasn't going to let just anyone push me around! I was an actual person, too. And, I had the right to be who I wanted to be. Everybody did.

 So why was I shunned for it?

 "Hey, look! It's the dork!"

 "What're you gonna do, dork? Kick a basketball at us?"

 "Why don't you go crying home to papa! Oh! That's right! You don't have one-"

 "(Y/n)."

 I snapped out of my stupor pretty quickly after that, my mind finally drifting back to reality. They were all staring at me. Harry, Niall, Michael. But instead of blushing and keeping my head down like most other girls would do, I scowled and bared my teeth at them.

 "What're you looking at?" I growled out at them, digging my nails into the seat below. I knew I was probably making things worse for myself, but didn't partiularly care.It was their own faults for running into us in the first place anyway.

 What were the chances of having One Direction run into you, again?

 They all looked worried. Tristan looked like he was way too concerned, his brow furrowed in honest worry. Which was a nice gesture. But I didn't want nor need his pity. Harry had a similar look on his face, though he didn't know me, so his pitiful expression was one I loathed and simply wanted to toss out the window of the car.

 It was funny, though, how Niall instantly backtracked.

 It was like as soon as he saw my face, he realised that  something was up and  that I most definitely DID NOT want to talk about it. So, he instantly averted his gaze and a smile lit up his face.

 "So? How about that prank war?"

 It was over then. My little "moment". And, I wasn't going to think about that anymore. I didn't want to think about it. The past was in the past, and I shouldn't have cared about what they thought. I shouldn't have to explain anything to them. Nobody really knew.

 Except for Tristan.

 And I liked it that way.

 A cocky smile graced my own features, and I raised an eyebrow over in his direction. Hah. "Direction". Like, One Direction? No? I'll show myself out...

 "Is that a challenge, Blondie?" I questioned, grinning so hard that I was pretty sure I was tearing some skin. No matter. Desperate times called for desperate measures!

 "Do you want it to be?" he responded, wriggling his eyebrows over at me. Harry furrowed a brow, his eyes crinkling in confusion.

 "Alright! What the hell is going on?!" he exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two of us. Tristan blinked, seemingly mimicking Harry's expression.

 "Honestly? I have no idea... I'm just as confused as you are." he responded, looking at me with a "are you okay?" look. If that could even be summarized into a look. I grinned over at him before turning back over to Niall and sticking my hand out.

 "We'll shake on it!" I spoke up, my eyes piercing into his blue. They were a very pretty blue. WAIT. Did I just think that!? NO! Bad thoughts, (y/n)! BAD THOUGHTS.

 But, he smiled and jutted his hand out as well, shaking mine firmly. 

 And there it was.

 We were in a prank war.

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 "I can't believe you."

 I stop shoving a turkey sandwich down my throat momentarily and turn over to Michael, who's giving me an incredulous look. 

 I realised that I probably look like a deer caught in the headlights.

 Swallowing, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and let out a belch grinning over at him.

 "What's not to believe?" I questioned, eyes twinkling with amusement. He turns over to me with an incredulous look.

 "You got into a prank war with an international popstar?"

 I choked on my sandwich, eyes bulging out of their sockets and mouth hanging agape. I shut it as quickly as it opened, though, not wanting to look like an idiot. But, this was impossible. I hadn't even told him I had even met Niall! And Tristan hadn't, either. He had left as soon as we had gotten home to go hang out with his current "girlfriend"(Gabriel and I give it about a week). He couldn't possibly have...

 "H-how do you even know that!?" I questioned in shock, walking slowly to where he was sitting on the couch. He looked up at me, the same look of shock plastered on his face.

 "Check Twitter."

 I was running to my computer and opening it up in five seconds flat. I didn't have any social media websites like Facebook or Twitter (I thought they were all dumb and pointless), but I sure knew who did...

 Niall Horan. The one and only.

 Quickly, I typed his name into the search engine, finger mashing against the keyboard in a way that made it sound like I was physically abusing my computer.

 And there it was. His newest post.

 With my picture on it.

 'Just got into a prank war with #(y/n) over here! Good luck, girlie! You're going to need it. #Prankwars #You'regoingdown #Directionersrock #Gotyou '

 I WAS GOING TO KILL THAT SON OF A-

 (Hey guys! I basically binge-wrote this in one sitting. I was sick while writing it, so apologies. I'm only going to post this if the last chapter gets enough views and stuff (if you're seeing it now, it did XDD). Umm, this is also the first completely new written chapter. The last one was partly from a few years ago, and partly from this year. This one is only this year. So, it might be better quality wise.

 I'm happy to see that at least somebody is getting joy out of this story. Please comment because it seriously makes my day!  Likes and votes are one thing, but actual comments are so much more...real, you know?

 If you have any comments or suggestions for this story, don't hesitate to tell me them! I need some serious inspiration right now...

 See you!

 -Sadness)