You Have Got To Be Kidding Me...

Let's Just Start Fresh, Okay?

Just wanted to say that the hotel in this story is not real, we don't have hotels that fancy over here, mostly because we have no famous people over here. Yep, New Zealand rocks!

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"This is the second time today that I've laughed so hard I've cried." I giggled, leaning against the wall to get my breath back. After dancing crazily to a couple more songs on the radio, I was worn out and had to take a break. It was the same with Niall and Louis.

"Who knew that boys could be so much fun?" I commented, earning an offended sound from Louis. I only grinned in response. Seriously, my brother is annoying and my boy cousins are all sexist jerks. Of course, me and my girl cousins are always proving them wrong but that doesn't seem to faze them. At least they aren't racist, which would be just horrible.

We stayed like that for a moment, with The A Team playing quietly in the background. I started humming along to it, swaying gently from side to side. Of course, Louis had to ruin it by pushing me over and singing rather loudly.

"Remind me never to play Sing Star with you guys," I muttered as I picked myself off the floor.

"You jealous of my amazing talent?" Louis taunted, winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Dream on mate! I know potatoes with more talent than you!"

Louis fake gasped, clutching his heart. "Hurtful!" he exclaimed.

"Wow, I never knew you were secretly Woody from Suite Life on Deck." I joked. He looked confused for a moment before it dawned on him.

"Yeah, I'm basically Hannah Montana, but both sides of me are famous!"

He struck a pose, one hand on hip, the other on his cheek and pouted. Believe it or not he actually pulled it off (though I wasn't going to admit it)

"With one exception. She's prettier than you!"

"You take that back! Nobody is prettier than me!" he cried, horrified. I shook my head, grinning. So he did the first thing that came to mind which was (unfortunately) tackling me to the ground and tickling my sides. And it sucked even more since I was ticklish right there.

"Niall! Help!" I cried out while squirming around on the floor, trying to get away from Louis's probing fingers. Forced laughter sprouted from my mouth which left me breathless and unable to say anything. Niall didn't help because he was too busy laughing at me. Traitor!

"Say that I'm the prettiest person alive!" Louis demanded, still tickling me. How the fuck does he expect me to answer when I can hardly breathe? Well, two can play at this game!

I quickly rolled out from underneath him, somehow managed to get up, jumped on Louis's back and started tickling him. He immediately collapsed to the floor and was soon begging for mercy. Well, as much as he could between buckets of insane laughter.

"Who's helpless now?!" I taunted, still attacking him with my tickle fingers. He tried to turn away but I jabbed his sides one last time before rolling him down the hallway where he crashed into one of the recycling bins. I grimaced as he clattered into it.

"Ow! Fuck!" he cried. I grimaced again and noticed Niall do the same. Louis got up from beneath the bin. He twisted his arms, legs and swiveled his head around. "No broken bones, but I'm gonna have a few bruises." He confirmed. I let out a sigh of relief.

"You nearly ruined my sexy face! You... um... girl-I-don't-know-the-name-of, nearly maimed this!" he said, gesturing to his face. I rolled my eyes at him.