More than Friends

Chapter 5

I decided that I would go with Savanna to stock back up on snowballs, but right when we walk back into the living room with the boys, they all fall silent.

"You know boys, it's not nice to talk about people behind their backs."

They all smirk at Savanna and I, and continue whispering things to each other. I strain my ears to hear what they are talking about, but I can't hear a thing. I give Savanna a questioning look, and she just shrugs. I mirror her, and we both walk over to our previous spots on the couches.

I plop down next to Louis, and he and Harry are arguing about something.

"Harry, quit it! You know how much I hate them now."

I give them a confused look, but I think I have an idea of what they are talking about.

"But Louis! I can't help it! Carrots are just my favorites!"

He munches down loudly on a carrot, and waves it in front of Louis' face afterwards. Louis swats it to the carpet, and Harry pouts.

"Oi! That was uncalled for mate."

He then does something completely disgusting, and proceeds to pick the carpet carrot up. I cringe, and it's as if the boys are just now realizing that I'm sitting there. Louis turns towards me, and smiles.

"Hello love."

I shake my head, and swat the carrot out of Harry's hands right before it enters his mouth.

"OI! What is it with people swatting my carrot out of my hand tonight?"

He tries to reach for it again, but I pick it up before he can. I aim it towards the small trash can on the other side of the room, and it goes right in.

"Swish."

A cocky smile plays on my face as Louis applauds me. Harry scoffs, and picks up a carrot. He aims it over towards where I just threw mine, and sends it flying across the room. It hits the wall, and bounces down to the floor.

"That was truly sad Harry."

I shake my head, and I guess he took that as a challenge. He picks up another carrot, and tries again, also missing again. I grab one, and close both eyes. I fling it at the trash bin, and open them once it has left my hands. It goes in effortlessly, and Harry's jaw hits the floor. I smirk again, and can't help but stick my tongue out at him.

Louis joins in, and before we know it, we are in a full out competition. It gets so intense at one point that we end up splitting the bag evenly, and writing our names on carrots.

"Alright, on 3, we all go. 1...3!"

I catch the boys off guard, and I begin slinging carrots at the small plastic bin. My first two go in before Louis and Harry even begin. We continue throwing until all three of us are out of carrots, and my arm hurts. I walk over to the bin, and look inside to see a substantial amount of orange sticks sitting at the bottom.

Liam and Zayn have taken interest in what is happening, and now have their eyes fixed on me.

"Zayn, would you and Liam do the honors of counting the carrots?"

I put my best British accent on that sentence, but I guess it wasn't that good, considering the hysterical laughter coming from the four boys. And I guess Niall and Savanna heard it to because they begin laughing also. I turn a light shade of pink, and hand Zayn the waste basket.

He begins sorting through them, and handing them to Liam, who is keeping score on his phone. After about five minutes, he puts them all back into the basket, and places it on the floor in front of him. Liam shows him something on his phone, and Zayn begins shaking his head.