Harry: "We are so bad," you chuckle, holding Harry's hand and getting ready to prank them. "We are," he replies, kissing your nose. "But they pranked me first with that Nickelodeon ordeal, this is payback!!" You nod and stand outside the door, you make yourself cry (a skill you picked up in acting school--very handy) and Harry puts on his best upset face. He wraps his arm around you and you both step onto the tour bus, you choke out a few sobs. "Hey! (Y/N), Harry? What's wrong?" Liam asks with worry. You sniff and let out another prize-winning sob and bury your face in Harry's chest. "Guys..?" Louis walks over with concern. "We've got something to tell you guys..." Harry says sadly. Surprisingly, his acting skills are far better than they had been on iCarly. "Well, what is it?" Zayn pursues, after a few minutes of silence. "I--We---I'm pregnant," you sniff, lying to the best of your ability. The four boys' eyes widen in shock and you hear a few gasps. "Oh my...um..." Zayn looks at the two of you wide-eyed and Harry shakes his head in faux despair. "What are you going to do?" Louis asks quietly. "Everything'll be okay," Liam offers in assurance. "What about the band?" Niall adds sadly. "GOTCHA BITCHES!" you shout suddenly, both you and Harry laughing. The boys all look back in shock. "Aw! Fuck you both! I almost had a panic attack!" Louis laughs, playfully hitting Harry's shoulder. "I thought I was gonna be an uncle!" Niall adds, shaking his head with a laugh. "I knew it all along! (Y/N) is too fit to be preggo!" Zayn interjects.
Liam: "Wow, I'm liking the bad ass side of Liam," you remark, helping him sneak into the boys' hotel rooms. "Well, they pranked me on that silly Nickelodeon show, I mean, Harry definitely got pranked the worst, but I was so nervous," he replies, passing you a bottle of temporary hair dye. You empty the bottle into the hotel's tiny travel size shampoo and seal it back. Done! Liam had mentioned how the boys always used the hotel's shampoo--and being the 'responsible trustworthy' one, he'd also had their spare room keys. "They're gonna be soo mad," you snicker, shutting Niall's hotel room behind you. The next morning you and Liam wait for the horrified shrieks of his bandmates--and you hear a girlish scream first. Louis. "Louis, what's wrong?" Liam asks innocently, knocking on the boy's hotel room door. "MY HAIR! IT'S PINK!" Louis shouts, opening the door a crack. His hair is, indeed, pink. Nearly an hour later all the boys are gathered in the hallway, featuring multi-colored hair. "What in the hell...." Harry comments. The boys suddenly realize all of One Direction's hair had been messed with--all execept for. "LIAM!" they all shout at once, tackling him. "It's temporary," you assure them, the five boys all laughing. "We should totally leave our hair like this," Zayn comments, admiring his blue-tinted quiff. "They'll be so pissed," Harry says. "Let's do it!"
Louis: "This is SUCH a bad idea," you roll your eyes, but help Louis proceed on his prank anyway. His brilliant idea was to replace the tour bus' toothpaste (the boys all shared one tube of Colgate while on the road) with glue. "Oh, pish-posh, I saw it on YouTube, plus it's non-toxic," he comments, waving the bottle and putting the glue in the toothpaste tube. You and Lou both head back to his bunk and pretend to be sleeping, when suddenly a muffled shout comes from the bathroom. And then another. And another. A very frazzled looking Niall peers his head outside of the bathroom, toothbrush stuck in his mouth. Liam and Harry both follow suit, the three of them glaring at where you and Louis are hysterical laughing. "Mmprh mmf mmp!" Harry growls, rinsing the glue from his mouth, his lips slightly stuck together. Liam dabs at his face with a napkin. Zayn wakes up groggily from his bunk above and yawns. "What's going on?" he croaks. "Louis and (Y/N) put GLUE in the toothpaste!" Liam shouts angrily, but his grimace quickly turns into a laugh. "Well played, you two." You stick out your tongue and shake your head at Zayn. "The benefits of sleeping late..."
Niall: "This prank is SO dumb," you watch as Niall uncaps the sugar canister and dumps it into the trash can. "It's a classic," Niall replies. You hand him the salt and he dumps it in. "Swapping sugar for salt." A few moments later, the boys all make their way into the kitchen, each sporting a unique version of bedhead (and for some, the bedhead looks more like sex hair, but, moving along...). "G'morning!" Niall chirps, watching as the boys all prepare their morning coffees and teas, scooping what they think is sugar into them. (All except Louis--he drinks his Yorkshire Tea straight up). "Ew! This is ratchet!" Harry comments, sticking out his tongue and setting his mug of tea aside. "My coffee tastes salty!" Liam grimaces, dumping the mug in the sink. "This coffee does taste salty," Zayn agrees, taking another sip anyway. Niall bursts out into laughter, and you join him. "Replaced salt for sugar, did you?" Louis chuckles, sipping his tea. "Classic, my Irish prodigy."
Zayn: You and Zayn qucikly spread fake blood on your friend Bobby's face and tell him to pretend to be unconscious. He was a friend of yours and owed a favor, plus he was perfect for this prank! "Call them, now?" you ask, as Bobby lays on the floor. "Yup!" You quickly run our of the dressing room and scream. "LIAM! HARRY! NIALL! LOU! COME QUICK! ZAYN, HE--" you shout frantically, Liam quickly rushes over and looks at you with concern, the other three boys following suit. As you lead them back to the dressing room, you explain what supposedly happened. "This guy, he broke into the dressing room and, and Zayn punched him the face and, GOD he's bleeding and unconscious..." you sniff. "Oh my GOD! Is the guy okay?" Liam asks quickly. "Oh no, this is going to look so bad..." Niall murmurs. "I told him he needed anger management!" Louis quips. You whip open the dressing room door and Zayn clutches his fist, which is covered with fake blood. "I'm so sorry! I was just so mad..." he says, shaking his head sadly. The four boys gather around Bobby with looks of shock and worry. "We have to get Paul--" Liam beings. Suddenly, Bobby jumps up and shouts "GOTCHA!" The boys all scream and you and Zayn burst into laughter. "Gotcha!" you squeal. "That's not cool! I totally would've believed Zayn punched a guy," Harry sighs. "You scared the crap out of me!" Liam says, looking slightly relieved
