You Have Got To Be Kidding Me...

I Get My Revenge

Just in case you get confused in this chapter, the italic writing is 'I' and the bold is 'myself'. And yes, I do talk to myself because sometimes, I'm the only one that understands me.

I have never actually pulled this prank but I might use it if my brother annoys the shit out of me.

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"....and now I need to think of a really good prank to get revenge on Harry." I finished, tracing my finger around the rim of empty cup. I'd gone straight to Hunu to dry off and had just concluded my story of what had happened ten minute earlier.

"I see," she replied thoughtfully, drinking the last mouthful of her coffee. I tried not to shudder. Seriously, how can anyone drink that vile liquid? Plus, the best stuff is coffee beans that a cat has eaten and pooped out. So technically, expensive coffee is cat shit, milk and water. Look it up if you don't believe me!

"Well, I'm not sure if I can help you with this. I've never been good at pranks." She continued, standing up and taking our cups to the sink. I sighed heavily.

"I know. I'll think of something sooner or later." I wandered into the walk-in pantry as she cleaned our cups, examining the ingredients for thousands upon thousands of recipes. I wish I had one of these at home. Our pantry is teeny compared to this one.

After a minute or so, I turned to leave. I took one last scan of the shelves and there it was. As soon as I saw it, my brain started ticking and I knew exactly how I was going to get my vendetta. It was perfect.

"Hey Hunu?" I called, picking it up in my hand. I heard her grunt in reply to indicate she was listening. "Do you think I could borrow this?"

"What do you want that for?" she asked as she came in, drying a cup with a clue and white checkered tea-towel. I quickly told her my plan and a grin appeared on her face.

"So can I?" I asked. I looked at her dead serious and she looked back at me.

"Go nuts."

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There. That was the last one. Oh Harry Styles, you're gonna wish you never messed with me after this. I placed it carefully in the large bowl with the others. I glanced at the clock above the sink. 7:18am. It was time.

If you're wondering why I'm up so early on a Sunday morning, it's because I live on a farm. Nothing big, just 10 acres. I'm sometimes forced to get up early to move cows so it's now become a force of habit. Living in the country is also my reason for hating city water. We get our water straight from the heavens so it's fresh.

I picked up the bowl, grunting a bit from its weight. Maybe I shouldn't have used all of them.... Oh well! Too late now!

I managed to carry it out into the hallway before needing to put it down. Gosh it was heavy! As soon as I had, I realised something. I have absolutely no idea which room is Harry's. The only thing I know was that it was on this floor, but there's about twenty doors to choose!

As I stood there, trying to figure out what to do, one of the doors opposite me creaked open. I whipped my head around and saw Niall leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his eyes. He peered at me sleepily.

"What are you doing?" he asked in his Irish accent, thick form having just woken up. He lifted a pale hand to cover his mouth as a yawn escaped from between his lips.

"What does it look like? I'm getting my revenge on dear old Harry." I retorted, picking the bowl back up and heading for the nearest door on my right. I heard a snicker from behind me and looked over my shoulder to see Niall watching me with amusement written clearly across his face.