The Bucket List (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 28: Patience, Peace, Asked to Prom

"Hope sandwich!" I heard a loud high pitch British scream before I was mashed between Niall and another body. I laughed as I looked up to see Louis wrapping his arms around me and Niall.

            "You guys are having a group hug without me?" I heard Liam's voice whine, though I couldn't see him. I felt another body attach to the huddle.

            "It's a really good thing I'm not claustrophobic," I laughed, fighting Niall who was messing my hair.

            "Dog pile!" I heard Zayn scream. I braced myself. It only took a moment for Zayn to jump on top of the little huddle and for the four boys to come crashing down on top of me... followed by a fifth. Thanks Harry.

            "Guys!" I screamed, in a little bit of panic as I struggled to breath underneath the mound of boy.

            "Guys get off of Hope!" I heard Niall yell at the rest of the boys as I tried to squeeze out.

            "You guys are so weird," I muttered, as I brushed the dirt from the floor off of my jean shorts.

            "Guys," Louis stopped as if something was seriously wrong, "She called us weird." Each of the boys smirked at each other, deviously.

            "What? You are," I said, looking around the hall at the grins. I hated how they could always read each other's minds and I was always the one in the dark. Instead of replying, I felt two arm grasp underneath my armpits and Liam and Harry pick up one of my feet each. Despite my protests and kicking, they refused to let go as they carried me to the elevator. "What the heck are you doing?" I screamed through the empty hallway as we waited for the elevator.

            "Shh," Liam hissed, "People are going to think that something is wrong." I gave him an unimpressed look as I let my body go limp so that I would be even heavier to carry. I couldn't believe Niall was standing behind me letting them do this. I looked up to see who was carrying my upper body and saw Louis' smirking face.

            "I hate you," I said as I blew my bangs out of my eyes, but he smiled all the more. When we got to the bottom floor, they carried me through the lobby. We received some strange looks from the receptionists. The boys just smiled and waved. When I looked up to the big pool sign that they were carrying me toward, I began to squirm even more. "Nooo. no. no. Please don't. I'm sorry. You're not weird. You're all normal boys. Please don't!" I whined as I tried kicking my feet from Harry and Liam.

            "You should have thought of that a few minutes ago," Zayn said smirking. When we got to the edge of the pool I whimpered, looking in at the settled calm water.

            "Niall?" I pleaded in a last ditch attempt to get out of this. He only let out a devious little laugh.

            "On the count of three lads," Louis called as they began to swing me back and forth.

            "Nooooo," I moaned. It was no use. I saw the evil grins on each face.

            "One....Two..." I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut when a brilliant idea floated through my mind, "Threeeee!" Louis screamed as they tossed me into the pool and I was submerged with a splash. Operation Payback. As soon as I hit the water, I began gasping and splashing in a frenzied panic.

            "Guys! She can't swim!" I heard one of the boys scream. I'm not sure which one. I was making too much noise as I splashed about. I watched as Liam and Harry peeled off their t shirts and Niall dove in fully clothed. Deciding to kick things up a notch, I let my body go limp and my head go under the water. After a few seconds I felt two strong hands grasp my waist and start pushing my sluggish body through the water. Two more sets of hands helped to lift me up and I was pulled onto the cement floor by Louis and Zayn. As I lay there, I forced my lungs to gasp and splutter as the five boys crowded around me.