Meeting You Sucked. Nah. Just Kidding. It Was Great. (One Direction/Fan Fic)

Chapter Four: Kicked Out

Chapter Four: Kicked Out

Liam's P.O.V

I waited for one of the boys to volunteer and tell Cam, but to my surprise, no one did. I sighed. “Why don't we have a vote?” I suggested, seeing as none of the boys were feeling up to it.

Glances were exchanged, and they nodded. “Who votes me?” Louis asked. Zayn put his hand up, but I'm sure that was just to get him back for making him decide on whether Cam joins us. “Liam?” No one put their hands up and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Louis smirked at Harry. “What about Harry?” Niall and I put our hands up. The only reason why I did that was because he's been flirting with her all morning.

Harry groaned. “What about Niall? Who votes for Niall?” Harry put his own hand up, along with Louis. It's a tie then.

We all looked at Zayn and he groaned. “I've already voted though.”

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can't be the decider.” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why do I have to decide everything? It's not fair!”

“Zayn!” Niall said, waiting for him to decide.

He sighed, and quickly said. “I vote for Niall. Sorry mate.” He said, smiling at him, feeling bad.

Niall rolled his eyes. “Of course, all pick on the Irish lad.”

Harry laughed. “That has nothing to do with it mate.”

“Whatever.” He retorted.

“So?” Louis said.

“What?”

“Well aren't you going to tell her then?”

Niall grimaced. “Now?”

“Yes!” We all said.

He sighed and stood up reluctantly. Half way up the stairs, he stopped and turned to us. “If I die, remember to send Megan Fox an invitation to my funeral.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Isn't it obvious? So she can cry and confess her love for me.”

Louis and Harry laughed, while me and Zayn rolled our eyes. Niall continued on his quest up the stairs. “How long do you think it will take until we see him running down the stairs away from Cam?” Louis asked.

Zayn shrugged. “Dunno. I hope its soon though. It'll be like watching a wrestling match or something!” He said, rubbing his hands together evilly.

Niall's P.O.V

Please don't be mad.

Please don't be mad.

Please don't be mad.

Please don't be mad.

I chanted again and again in my head as I neared Cam's bedroom door nervously. I wiped my sweaty palms across my jeans as I knocked hesitantly.

There was no answer. I frowned and knocked again. This time I waited for longer. Nope. Still no answer. I knocked again, harder. I sighed and wondered if I should barge in. She would probably hit me though.

I can't do that anyway, what if she's naked or something? Okay ew Niall. Get them dirty thoughts out of your head. Don't get me wrong, shes gorgeous, she could be a supermodel, but I'm not like the others. I don't picture girls naked. I picture... food. Lots of it.

Mmm, food...

Snap out of it Niall! Your distracting yourself!

Whatever. I decided to just go for it and try opening the door myself. That plan kind of backfired when I realised the door's locked.