Framed // One Direction, Larry, Niall and Ziam

Louis and Harry's turn

L  O U I S

"Hey Harry, hold this a second." I said before thrusting the ball of clear plastic wire, a bag of Doritos, and a packet of wipes into his arms.

Click Click Click

"Hey Lou why do we need all this, stuff?"

"Our first target is Niall, his soft spot for food is his downfall, when it comes to being pranked."

Harry formed a 'o' shape with his lips. I gave him a cheeky smile, before turning my attention to the shelfs and their contents.

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"BINGO!" I shouted after I found the biggest tub of Vaseline they sold.

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"What are we planning to do with all this?"

"Come here," I said, gesturing for him to lean down so I could whisper into his ear, "Picture this...Niall's hungry."

"Not that hard to imagine..." Harry giggled, moving his head away from mine in the process.

"Did you just, giggle?!"

"Ahem....no." He answered. I rolled my eyes at his denial, and then leaned closer to his ear again.

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"Anyway, imagine Niall's hungry, there's a bag of Doritos on the counter, but then he trips on some clear plastic wire and slides around because there happens to coincidently, be lots of Vaseline on the floor..."

"THATS PURE GENIUS LOU!" He jumps around, as much as you can jump around, while holding wire, Doritos and wipes.

"Yeah yeah, I know it is....now come on, we need to set this up." I say, grabbing the back of his arm and leading him to the checkouts.

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After paying we made our way to Harry's car; the paps were watching us the whole way.

His car needed to be unlocked so Harry was fumbling with his keys and holding the bag with the pranks supplies in as well.

"Haz, I'll take the bag." I could see he was struggling a bit; the car wasn't helping either because it had a habit of the locks playing up.

He smiled a thank you, his dimples appearing.

As he handed me the bag he playfully slapped my ass.

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I jumped a bit at the sudden contact and muttered a few curse words under my breath.

I got in the now unlocked car and buckled up, placing the bag down inbetween my feet.

Harry got in and drove away. A smirk playing on his mouth.

"That was fun, eh?" He flashed one of his ovary rupturing smiles at me and winked.

Thank God I don't have ovaries, right now!

"Depends on your definition of fun." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Lou, you okay..?"

"Do you think it's funny?" I snapped.

"Woah calm down babe, it was something for them to talk about."

By 'them' he meant the paparazzi; they were always up for a bit of Larry Stylinson.

They followed us all round like flys around shit. Only looking for a story or rumour they can use against us.

"Our turn is nearly over, then its Liam's turn...okay?"

I sighed; removing my hands from their crossed position on my chest and letting them rest softly in my lap.

"Come on, the boys do it for us, we have to do it for them in return." Harry said, placing one of his big, warm hands on on my shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, whatever...it was not funny though Harry!" I protested.

It was funny though, because we all took our turns being the distraction; while the real gossip and rumors were always being carried out, behind the paparazzi's backs. Without them realising.

When they got a story, they thought they were framing us...

But in truth, we were the ones framing them.