Liam's Sister

Four.

"What was that?" Aaron asks.

"My stomach! I just need to go to the bathroom." I say nervously.

"Tell me what's going on or Tell me what's going on." I've been caught!

"Uhh..or!" I laugh and back away.

"You better run."

"Okay!" I sprint to my room, but he's like a step behind.

I was about to shut the door, but he grabs me by my leg and sits on me, playfully.

"Tell me!" He yelled-whispered.

"What if I don't?" I question.

"I will become the tickle monster."

"No! Not the tickle monster!" I yell.

He started tickling me and then the boys jump out of my room, because they heard me screaming.

Then, they all start tickling me.

"S. T. O. P. !" I try to say in between laughing and screaming.

To let you know, if you ever decide to tickle me, make sure you have pads and head protection on. I don't mean to hurt anyone, but when I get tickled I start kicking and swingin. Liam has learned the hard way, that's why he was keeping his body as far as possible. They are laughing.

"We know Ashely's weakness!" Louis yelled.

"Just, stop!" I scream, until I accidentally kick Niall in the stomach. Great to ruin a chance to actually be with him.

They stop tickling me and I sit up.

"I'm really sorry Niall!" I sit next to him and rub his stomach.

"My poor baby is going to have a bruise." I say smirking.

"Well, you did it." Louis says with a smirk.

"Thanks for stating the obvious."

"Your welcome." Louis said.

"I'm really sorry, Niall!" I repeat myself.

"Don't worry about it." Niall assured me smiling.

"So, you wanna tell me how One Direction are in your beach house?" Aaron asks scrunching his eyebrows.

I explain to him how we are related and why I'm here, with many interruptions from Louis.

"So now, you want to finish the movie?" New popcorn too, please!" Niall exclaimed.

We all laugh, except Aaron, and walk to the living room.

I hope he's not upset that I didn't tell him all these things...

-

"I will be right back." Louis said. We all heard a stomach growl leave the room. Louis' little tummy.

"I want a brownie." Liam and I say at the same time.

Niall was stuffing popcorn down his throat. Harry was on his phone, and Aaron and Zayn were actually watching the movie.

Me and Liam walk to the kitchen, open the snack cabinet and look in the box. No more brownies.

"TOMLINSON!" I scream.

We sprint to the living room, with everyone's attention.

"You took the last 2 brownies, we were going to eat." Liam walks over to Louis.

"Well, they are mine now." Louis smirks.

He stands up and yells, "Get over it ladies!"

Liam scoffed.

I run to Louis and jump on his back. Liam wraps his big body around his right leg.

The boys all laugh, Aaron now on his phone.

I somehow was able to flick the brownie out of his hand. Liam got off his leg and started crawling to get the brownie, when Louis blocked him with his hand.

"It's mine!" Louis screams.

He knocks me off and runs to a chair and sits on both of the brownies. Did I tell you, I fell onto Niall? Ugh.

"Nooooooooooooo!" We yell.

"You can have it now." I tell Louis.

I hate when he gets his way. We all sit there laughing our heads off, while me and Liam were upset about not getting a brownie.

All of a sudden, Aaron stands up. He looks at everyone of them, but me. I figured he was mad. So, I followed him outside.

He just kept walking.

"Aaron..babe.." I mumble.

He just shook his head at me.

"Don't even! If you actually liked me you would've told me sooner.. we are done!" Aaron says. He's usually not this fired up.

"I just don't like the- NO! Bye.." Aaron cuts me off, then he makes me get an attitude.

"I can't believe I even liked you! You probably freaking cheating on me anyways. Go to your side chick, I don't care! She won't treat you as good as I did.." I half yell. I'm a person that's always calm, so seeing this side of me, just doesn't seem good.

Aaron gets in his car and before he shuts the door, he yells "Jessica..." He drives off, leaving me in a fit of rage.

I'm done with boys!

I stomp all the way to the front door, up the stairs, into my room, and slam the door.

I blast Skillet through my speakers that I can plug into my phone, and if anyone of those boys comes in and says something, they better be prepared to face the wrath.

-

After a hour or so, I calm down and my head is turning to advice mode.

The cliché 'He's not the one' and 'There's a reason why you had a fallout with him.' I turn down the music, turn the TV on, and slip into the covers.

I'm too lazy to get up and change and take the makeup I had on, off. So I start snoozing onto the sleeping train..like me figurative language? No...okay.

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I'm really sorry about the short chapter...I don't know what else to write about. Ahaha.