I Hate Him (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

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"I'm not doing that."

"Yes, you are. You have to."

"No, I don't. I don't have to, and I won't."

"Yes, you do. It's truth or dare. You're required to do what the truth-er or dare-er tell you to."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Perrie, No!"

"Zayn, yes!"

I rolled my eyes as the pair argued. We had all been playing Truth or Dare for the past hour. Well, all of us except for Liam. He came back half an hour ago from his little "final walk of freedom" but locked himself in Cara's spare bedroom doing God-knows-what.

I twisted my lips into a frown as Zayn and Perrie continued to argue. I didn't even know what the dare was. They most likely didn't even know what the dare was either. It probably wasn't even about the dare itself, but about the concept of one telling the other what to do that neither of them liked. They bickered like three-month-old bull dogs.

They're worse than a married couple. Pun intended.

"Okay, okay. This is getting ridiculous," Louis complained. "Just cut it out, Zerrie." Perrie and Zayn simultaneously rolled their eyes at the use of their "ship" name.

"It's a bit late," Harry remarked. "I'm off to make my bed. Is the living room floor okay, Cara, or would you prefer I use a different room?"

Cara nodded, getting up from her previously criss-crossed position. "If you don't mind taking the floor tonight, then it's perfectly fine. I guess Liam's taking the spare room. Louis, you can sleep on the couch and Zayn, you can take the loveseat, yeah? It's a recliner so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable."

Zayn fistpumped childishly. "I love the loveseat!"

"Perrie and Jessie, you can both bunk in my room with me," Cara continued. "I know you love the sofa in there, Jess, so you can take that and Pez and I will take my bed, since it's a queen size."

I nodded in approval, trying to come off as not the least bit nerve-wracked at sharing a room with Perrie Edwards. "Yeah, cool."

"Heeeey," Niall whined. "Where do I get to sleep?"

"In the oven?" Perrie suggested.

Louis suddenly piped up, turning towards Cara. "Do you have a cat? Niall can sleep in its bed with it. Or a fish. Niall can hold his breath for a long time, I think. Or he can just swallow it all. He has a bottomless stomach. I wouldn't say the fish would survive it, though. Just find him an aquarium, yeah?"

Pause for fangirl moment...

Omfg. Afsdgfjklfgj.

Niall would be so flipping cute in an aquarium.

Swimming with, like, Nemo and shiz.

And Dory.

Omg, chubby-cheeked Niall/Nemo.

Ugh.

"Oi! I'm not sleeping in an aquarium!" Niall frowned, eyeing the spot on the ground next to Harry. He then sighed defeatedly. "Fine, I'll just sleep on the ground."