If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 50 - Halloween Costumes

I would just like to start this by saying, I'm sure everyone has heard Diana. It was leaked.

I have a question.

WHO THE FUCK IS GEORGIA ROSE AND DIANA AND HOW DO THEY KNOW THE BOYS?!

Seriously, I can't figure it out. IT'S KILLING ME!

♡Anna♡

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"Tour is officially over. It is mid October. I can't fucking wait for Haloween." Louis flops down on the couch.

I laugh, not realizing he was serious. Can you blame me though? He's never serious. "Oh, you're serious." I quickly recover.

He glares at me before smiling.

"Yep. Halloween is like... the greatest holiday EVER besides Christmas. Strangers give you free candy, and you can walk out in the streets with a freak costume and get pissed drunk without getting judged. IT'S AWESOME!" he squeals.

I laugh, "Louis you're 21. About to be 22 soon. I didn't even go trick-or-treating last year." I grin.

He gasps dramatically, "OH MY GOD! I KNOW WHAT WE HAVE TO DO! LADS!" He screams.

"Lou, we're right beside you!" Zayn whines, covering his ears.

"Oh yeah- ha don't care. WE HAVE TO GET THIS GIRL A COSTUME 'CAUSE WE GONNA PARRRRTAAAAY THIS HALLOWEEN!" He yell.

I giggle. Louis was like that. Louis is the type of person to pants you in front of the entire world. He's the type of person to play pranks that hurt. He's the type to go through your entire phone and change every fucking contact. He's the type to pinch Niall's nipple, while singing his solo of More Than This, not even missing a single note, in Madison Square Garden. He's the type to scream something like 'I will not have sex in the bathroom with you!' if you're staring at him. He's the type to do what he did today, embarrass the hell out of you. He's the type to screw you over, but no matter what he's got your back. If someone says something about you or hurts you, he's ready. All hell breaks loose.

If you have ever seen Tyler Perry's Medea movies, it's kinda like that. He'll yell at you, laugh when you get hurt like falling down, but when someone says something about you, he'll be like Medea, in Medea Goes To Jail, standing in the front yard fighting some bitches.

He's the type to show his ass basically.

"Jesus, Louis!" Liam groans.

"C'mon, we need to get ours anyway!" Louis jumps up running towards me. I get thrown over his shoulder.

"Louis!" I whine.

"Oh hush. PAUL WE'LL BE BACK LATER!" he yells throwing the front door open.

"Wh-" Paul starts but Louis was already out the door.

He throws me into the front seat of Harry's black Range Rover. Him getting into the driver seat.

"Louis!" Harry starts. Niall pushed him into the back seat and slipped in closing the door. Liam and Zayn had already got in. "Louis, don't you da-"

But he was too late. Louis was already speeding down the road. Louis is a REALLY reckless driver. I doubt he has his license.

I grip the arms of my seat. "LOUIS SLOW THE FUCKING HELL DOWN!" Harry and I both scream at him.

He throws his head back, laughing. "Calm down! I got this. Look! No hands." He throws his hands in the air. I panick throwing myself over the seats and grabbing the wheel. He smirks.

"DAMMIT, LOUIS, DO YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME?! THIS IS LIFE OR DAMN DEATH! THE LAST FUCKING TIME WE CRASHED, NIALL DIED! THIS ISN'T DAMN MARIO, YOU DON'T GET A FUCKING DO OVER! THERE IS NO SHITTY RESTART BUTTON! ONLY ONE FUCKING LIFE, DAMMIT! SHIT, DO YOU WANT ALL OF US TO END UP DEAD?!" I scream at him.