Liam's P.O.V.
We were walking through airport security trying to get on the plane to Miami with out having to stop for snacks and bathroom breaks like the last twelve flights we almost missed and the six that we did miss. So far this one was going off with out a hitch, without Niall needing food and without Zayn needing his hair fixed, and we were there twenty minutes before we needed to be there.
"Leeyum! We need food!" Louis yelled/whined to me as we just past the food court and I just asked them if they were hungry and we were just approaching the metal detectors.
"No. Lou we are not stopping until we are through the metal detectors and I just asked you guys if you wanted anything less than three minutes ago. Understand?" I said looking at the boy who had a mischievous smirk on his face. "Don't even think about walking off either, like you did last time." I yelled at him knowing that he was plotting something bad in his head.
"Fine. Mr. I-Can't-Have-Fun." Louis said sounding upset, but even though I turned back around I knew he was still smiling. "Can we at least stop to use the bathroom, because I really need to go and I also think Zayn's hair is slowly coming back down to Earth where it belongs." Louis said, which made Zayn start to spaz out and pull his mirror out of his pocket.
I grabbed Louis' hand and pushed him to the metal detectors, "Zayn, your hair is fine. If you keep messing with it then it will mess up. Now let's go." I told him. I made both of them take their shoes and any metal off of them, I gesture for the other two boys to do the same and they do it, right then and there, with no questions asked. They can't mess with Daddy Direction; he is the boss after all!
"Oof!" I heard Niall moan when his face made contact with the floor as he was taking off his shoes and was trying to be all cool about it; awe my Ni is trying to be all impressive and stuff.
"HAHA Nialler fell over!" Louis laughed out. I shot him a glare and helped Niall up and on his feet as he grabbed his shoes and placed them on the table with his wallet and keys.
"It's okay Niall, Lou's just being a prick" I told the little Irish lad looking into his beautiful crystal blue eyes.
He blushed and shrugged it off, "It's Alright Li, I'm used to the comments by him." He then looked away and walked through the machine.
I nodded and started taking off my shoes and removing everything from my pockets. I threw my shoes on the table, and emptied my jean pockets and grabbed my wallet, keys, and a spoon. WAIT!! That Object is not supposed to be there. I threw the spoon when I realized it was still in my hand. It went straight through the metal detector, causing it to go off and it hit Louis right in the forehead. I couldn't move I was stuck where I was standing, I couldn't talk, I was in shock that the metal THING was in my pocket, MY HAND to say the least!
I barely even realized that Niall and a security guard were headed towards me and were trying to get me to answer questions.
"Sorry, but my friend here has a very bad phobia of spoons and I'm almost sure that one of those boys there," Niall said pointing to 2 boys laughing on the floor and 1 rubbing his head looking at the spoon in his hand, "stuck the spoon in his pocket to freak him out some. You see these boys are very childish and we really need to get on the plane because we have a concert in Miami in 4 days and we need to get there as soon as we can." I heard Niall finish, sounding more responsible than most give him credit for.
I regained my breath as the guard walked away after giving Niall a "good-luck" pat on the shoulder and continued through security.
"When I find out who put that spoon in my pocket, you're dead." I said to the boys giving them the best glare I could get while in my state of mind. They looked scared and they don't have any clue to what's coming to them.
Louis' P.O.V.
I watched as Liam walked up to security and took off his shoes. Any moment now, I thought to myself, trying to hold back laughter. I walked over to the other lads all calm-like acting like I know nothing. "Hey Zayn, want to see something funny?" I asked him smiling innocently.
"Depends on what it is this time." Zayn says looking amused.
"Watch Liam."
Zayn looked towards the brunette and we watched as he started taking out the contents of his pockets. I saw him take out his wallet, keys, and the spoon! YES!
"Louis.... Did you put the spoon in Li's pocket?" Zayn asked me while trying to hold back laughter. I nodded while tears of laughter ran down my face as Zayn fell to the floor laughing.
"What's wrong with Liam?" Harry asked us, as he looked between us and Liam who still hasn't moved and was still holding the spoon.
"Spoon.... Liam.... Pocket...!" I managed to get out between laughter and crying. Soon enough Harry was laughing along with us.
I could only laugh until a sharp pain came to my forehead and I gasped looking down and picking up the object that hit me. I realized it was the spoon and I could only stare dumbly at it. Niall sighed and walked away to the security guard, probably to gets us out of the trouble I know we will be getting in.
"The spoon wasn't supposed to end up hitting me...." I stated while looking at the ground, acting hurt. "It was only supposed to traumatize Liam."
"Oh Boo, you will be fine it didn't leave that big of a mark." Harry said before laughing again.
"Yeah, there is barely a mark, looks like a strawberry.... A very large strawberry." Zayn said. The two boys looked at each other and busted out laughing again.
I pouted until Liam and Niall walked up to us and Liam gave us what I think was a glare, not quite sure.
"When I find out who put that spoon in my pocket, you're dead." Liam said to us and he walked away with Niall tagging alongside him.
Oh the prank wars have begun.
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A/N: This will basically consist of random pranks that will lead up to things! I will need prank ideas soon so... SEND ME SOME IF YOU PLEASE!!!
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