Alive (Louis Tomlinson)

12-Louis's P.O.V

"Niall you better not have!"

"Sorry mate," he shrugs.

"Ughhhhh." I groan.

Niall has told the boys about the party.

I can't even tell them now myself!

"Jokes..." He giggles.

I slap him across the face.

"Aww, sorry didn't see your face there."

We crack up when Liam, Zayn and Harry walk in.

I tell them the news and they carry me on their shoulders.

"Congratulations Louis!" Zayn cries.

"What?" I say confused.

"I'm having a h-o-u-s-e-w-a-r-m-i-n-g party. Not a baby." I roll my eyes.

They laugh, like the crazy burgers they are.

Taylah walks in with Simran and Dom.

"Vas Appenin?" Dom says.

"THAT IS MY LINE!" Zayn says tackling her to the ground.

"Hellllppppp!!!!" She cries.

Niall topples over with Taylah, Liam and I on top of Simran's warm body.

Does that sound disturbing? Fart you. More disturbing? Heh...

We are a huge pile of people when Dom says she's about to die.

Ok, we may have crushed her but it was fun.

"What's the theme?" Liam asks.

"Drama"

"Cuteee!!!" They are clap.

We blush.

It was my idea, and Simran loved it, like I love her.

We went out to the shops to get all the stuff ready.

"Yes we would like to hire 100 plastic tables and 500 plastic chairs," I say to the clerk.

"What else Mr Tomlinson?" She smiles

"Um, what colour table clothes babe? " I ask Simi.

"Blue, It will go perfect with our theme. And red colour balloons! We can tie them down to the ground since we're out side." She laughs.

I order the rest of the things we'll need and walk into the clothes shop.

I look around and find the perfect suit for tomorrow.

It all will be PERFECT. I can't wait.