Basketcase

Back Again

Chapter Ten

"The phone is over beside the bed," I pointed, stepping in the process towards the bed.

"Cheers," he nodded.

I ducked my head into the clovers, given my weight into the mattress. "Yuh know, I never really looked into this room," Harry respired entering last and allowing the door to fall back with its spring.

Sharp penetrating clinks whipped through as a sucking rubber open, "Now what do we have here?" a mischievous sharp tone skipping in and out of question, blindly spoken in a thick Irish accent.

"What you- oh," another impish voice echoed with immediate solution.

Their voices hushly scheming away in the peak of the room, distantly speaking in my right ear. "What!" the noise caught from the opposing side in the far left corner, nearing the windowed walls. "Harry, do we have this in our room?" Lou asked out of confirmation.

"No! No we don't!" he responded in a raged content.

I lifted my planted head, the opposed boys fumigated in confusion and anger, my eye lingered upon the case held. I angled myself properly, viewing the four letters 'J-U-S-T' in the up-side-down position, "I brought that," I informed slumping back down into the comforting covers, drowning out my resting aches.

"You did?" Harry asking in confusion.

I nodded innerly. "Cool," Lou complemented calmly, "Can I play?"

I nodded, stuffing up on the bed. "Me too?" Harry asked.

"There are only two controllers," I stated casually, stretching out and hugging back in.

"Alright," Lou agreed, "You too over in the fridge!"

Another gasping of clinking rung almost silently before the boys spoke up, "Yeah," Niall answered, "We'll have a go," he chuckled impishly.

"Alright!" Harry went on, "Lets do this!"

An injecting blast of screams irrupted, meshing with the familiar challenging rock music. My unconscious mind humming softly as my focused black sights sang. A neared metal clanked, startling me mildly, "Ryan," a cool voice harmonized softly, "Ryan," it called again. I arose silently, shuffling in choice of rest resisting most movement but giving acknowledgement. "I just got off the phone with the front desk," he said, my mind catching on to Liam being the speaker, "They said that they are going to check out the room and clean it but they said to check into another room until then,"-my head bobbled-"but we'll stay here for now until they become less occupied, 'ight?" he finished, and I nodded.

I puffed out a breath of defeat, rolling off my stomach and stretching myself up with an aching burn of my abdomens, my head in to the motion in the corner. The struck of Gwen Stafani blowing through my right ear and out, forcefully twisting my head and shifting the funnel. It loudened the second I turned and I whipped my head back, observing them. "Yeah..." Niall cried hazily in a slight dazed excitement, "Lets- get this party on!"

Zayn came around him carrying an small opened bottle cupped in between his fingers. "All the way," he commented mellowly lifting the bottle, grabbing Niall's shoulder. They both swayed in a delayed motion, grinning wildly with a non-reasonalbe explanation. My lips curved wirily just watching them. I turned my attention to Liam and he confronted them, snatching the bottle from Zayn's weak grasp, gasping in an over exaggerate act; smacking both Niall and Zayn in a harsh motion as the others continued to play. Liam left them, heading into the kitchen as the two slumped to the carpet; their eyes set on Harry and Lou; clapping lazily. "I want to play next!" Zayn commented.

As Harry and Lou finished, Harry stepped down in his defeat and Lou rejoiced in his newly found passion; prancing around and dancing wildly in place with a cheeky cheerful grin planted gratefully on his lips. His disgraceful smirk widening as Zayn approached him and a stumbling attempt.

Several hours passed of the boys arguable dancing, Liam returned after disposal of the remains in the bottle or what was in the bottle, also joining. Half way into Nelly Furtado, an alerting blurb appeared in the corner, an irritable ring interrupting the enjoyable chorus. I sat up, once again in the bed, glazing intently towards the boxed shape in the corning; rattling the picture it held; seeming some-what familiar. "What do I do?" one of the boys blurted, whom was only observing after being 'a-Niall-ated' and/or a 'Lou-ser' declared and proved by the multiple attempts resulting as failures. Liam picked up the remote, manually clicking the the blurb.

A flash of appeared of greatly familiar surrounding and appearance, her naturally straight bleached hair falling over as she hung, "Are you having an off day?" she commented obliviously blind in a pair of weekly black boxers marked 'Irish Wednesday' with known blond headed head smiling cheekily and vibrant pink sports bra. "I mean, even Tyler is better and he's-"-she whipped her head backwards; her eyes shut and opened, clearly focusing on her television picture. "R-Ryan?" she questioned.

I waved wirily, observing her actions of attempted covering. "Is she wearing my face?" Niall blurted squinting it the screen.

"No,-well... yes- but," she began indecisive, "What are you doing in Ryan's room?" she compromised.

"They had a little incident cooking," Liam injected, fulling her suspicions, "And now we have to stay here."

I glared in confusion towards him, "Why aren't you wearing any pants?" Lou asked bluntly.

Marissa's head shot gruesomely towards him, heating to a perfect red through her cheeks as she stared. "I didn't know Ryan had company!" she huffed through the clench of her jaw, tightening her grip around the pillow; shielding her.

"Yes, but my face," Niall brought up again and her head twitched towards him. She stepped towards the camera lens, blanking the view with a slight light peaking through in the left corner. Marissa's pulled a pair of checkered pyjama shorts; stuffing her boxers through the legs; and thin strapped shirt. She ran back to the camera and tore off the pillow, revealing the view of herself in her finely decorated room.

The boys crowded the screen, squinting to the miniature picture in the top corner. "Is that me on your wall?" Zyan agreed bubbly and giddily.

"What?" Harry questioned in shock, "What about me?"

"Or me?" Lou added.

Niall stood in the behind the three, his arms folded in a satisfying pose with a mirrored expression, "I'm satisfied," he announced, "I'm going to be sleeping with a random chick tonight."

"Don't be too cocky," Marissa intercepted cockily herself, "I've got all you guys; Monday through Friday; and on weekends I go commando," she added. The boys near the screen nearly dropped but amusement struck upon them, "Now why don't we get cracking?" she suggested, "I didn't flask myself just for the fun of it, I need my form of payment. And that is victory," she grinned.