You Have Got To Be Kidding Me...

Sneak Peek

Okay, I've noticed that this story has been getting more views even though it's finished which I find quite surprising. Flattering, but surprising. Over 6000 reads?! You guys are amazing.

I've also noticed that my sequel hasn't been getting quite so many views so I decided to give you a sneak peek on some of the stuff that's gonna happen.

Enjoy, and I hope to see you like it.

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"Stay still!" I yelled at the Harry, holding his shoulders down to stop him from moving.

"But why?" he whined, pouting.

"Because you are my slave today and I told you so." I retorted.

"That doesn't explain why you have a giant bag of flour." he pointed out.

"That, my dear slave, will be explained in due time." I said, wagging my finger at him. I moved him a step to the right. "Perfect!" I gushed, clapping my hands.

"Now can you please tell me what's going on?" he pleaded.

"Fine. I want to see a statue." I said simply.

"And?"

"And the nearest one is two hours away in a museum, so I'm gonna throw flour at you so you look like one." I smiled.

"Then why the hell am I wearing a dress?" he exclaimed, looking down at the long, sleeveless dress I'd found while exploring.

"Cause I want to see a girl statue! Is that such a crime?" I yelled.

"Then why didn't you ask Christina or Chelsea?"

"Cause they wouldn't let me." I told him. "Now close your eyes!"

He did as he was told, clenching his hands as well. I grabbed a handful of the white powder, aimed, and fired. It hit him square in the face and it went poof! (Like a cloud) He coughed after breathing in a lungful. I would not recommend doing that.

"Kate!" Christina yelled at me, coming into the kitchen. "I thought you said you wouldn't start without me!"

"I'm so very sorry your royal highness," I apologized, curtsying in her direction. "Please feel free to take the next hit."

"Don't mind if I do." she replied, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at him. We continued this until he was covered entirely from head to toe.

"Say cheese!" I smiled, taking out my camera. Harry struck a pose as I took a picture, then another and another and another. I just kept my finger on the shuttle button and walked around him in the way I think photographers do.

"Yes yes yes darling!" Christina said. "Give me wild, give me happy. Confused, scared, frightened, damsel in distress!" she commanded and Harry obliged.

Our last photo was Christina standing beside him smiling cheekily at the camera and me in the corner, also smiling and giving the thumbs up sign.

"Now go take a shower in the rain. We don't need you clogging up the drains." I ordered, waving him off outside where it was still pouring down.

While he was out cleansing himself of the flour, I flicked through the pictures and deleted all the fuzzy ones. I was left with a grand total of twenty photos. I'd transfer them to the USB drive with all my other photos of me and One Direction later.

"Christina," I whined, flinging my camera onto the couch.

"What?" she whined back.

"We have to go back to school in a week." I pouted. "Why must holidays go so fast?!"

"I don't wanna go back to school. We have NCEA exams in a couple of weeks." Christina scowled.

"Why must god hate us?" I proclaimed dramatically. "I need to do something to take my mind off school."

I wandered off into the bathroom and filled the basin with water. I cupped my hands and let a puddle of water form in them. I then threw it on my face, causing it to go all over the floor and mirror.

"Well that wasn't supposed to happen." I murmured to myself. "They lied!"

"Hey Kate, where are the tow... What did you do?" Harry asked once he saw the state of the bathroom.

"I tried to recreate the Proactive ad where they splash their faces with water. It doesn't work."

"I can see that." He said. "I'm guessing I have to clean it up?"

"You read my mind." I smiled, patting his shoulder. "Now chop chop! Get to work."

He rolled his eyes at me before grabbing a towel and soaking up the mess on the floor. A grumble of thunder suddenly echoed around the house. I looked up with a smile. I love storms.

"Kate, did you hear that insane rumble of thunder?" Christina asked me, coming into the hallway to join me with Chelsea in tow.

"Yep!" I replied, smiling wider. Is it possible to get an adrenaline rush from a thunder storm? Cause I know I do.

"Holy shit, there's thunder!" Louis cried, rushing out of his room with his hands covering his ears. His eyes darted around the room, wide with panic. That's right, he's afraid of thunder.

"Shhhh Lou. It's alright," Chelsea cooed, hugging the older boy. I could see him visibly shaking.

"You know what we have to do?" I asked Christina.

"The Thunder Song." We said together. All three of us surrounded Louis. Then we began to sing the Thunder Song from Ted.

"When you hear the sound of thunder, don't you get too scared." We started off. "Just grab your thunder buddy, and sing these magic words. Fuck you thunder!" we all pulled the finger at the ceiling. "You can suck my dick! You can't get me thunder cause you're just god's farts!" we finished with a farting noise and laughter. Ted has got to be my favorite movie of all time, it's actually funny!

"Harry! Come and take care of your best friend!" I ordered and Harry scurried to do my command. I love having a slave.