Save Me Tonight

Louis Starts

Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

“Okay but let’s do it in the basement, less noise.” I say and lead the way down the (Only stopping for Niall’s request to make popcorn ) past Jarrod and Talia who give us odd looks. I swear I hear Louis murmur “Less chance they’ll be able to hear your screams.” But I don’t say anything. That boy is evil. My basement has two parts. One is a movie theatre and one is a family room. We also have storage, two bathrooms and a spare bedroom. We push one of the couches aside to make room on the floor. We sit in a circle, me next to Harry, Harry next to Niall, Niall next to Zayn, Zayn next to Louis, Louis next to Liam who is next to me.

“Tradition is Louis starts.” Zayn says.

“Okay but first, rules.” I say. The boys all groan. “No doing anything that will get you kicked out of my house.”

“Fine.” They mumble.

“Okay… what about for the people who chicken out?” Louis asks.

“ummm” Harry wonders out loud. “They have to stand outside the door all night like British guards.” We all agree on this.

“What if they fall asleep?” Asks Liam clearly concerned.

“We’ll know.” Says Louis, and evil grin spreading across his face.

“Okay Louis go.” Urges Harry.

“Zayn,” Louis starts. Zayn groans.

“Why do you always start with me?”

“Quiet Zayn! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He groans. Louis smiles.

“You have to go upstairs, parade past Jarrod and his girlfriend and throw popcorn kernels at them while saying ‘That’s right! I’m a Bradford bad boy.’”

“I told you! I don’t say that anymore!” Zayn exclaims.

“And for complaining, you’re not allowed to wear your shirt.” Louis adds.

“I hate you.” Zayn murmurs standing up. He takes off his shirt. Niall wolf whistles. “Popcorn.” He says holding out his hand. I hand him about 20 unpopped kernels. He takes off up the stairs. We trample after him and poke our heads around the corner. Jarrod and Talia are kissing passionately on the couch and Zayn stands there, looking awkward. He turns to look at us and Louis urges him on. Zayn clears his throat. They don’t look up. He takes a popcorn kernel and chucks it straight at Jarrod’s back. This time he does look up, and he looks angry.

“That’s right! I’m a Bradford bad boy!” He exclaims whipping popcorn kernels at Jarrod. I’m about to explode with laughter so I duck back down the steps. Thirty seconds later the boys reappear patting Zayn on the back.

“Okay let’s keep playing!” Says Louis sitting back down.

“Okay… Niall.” Starts Zayn. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Niall grunts.

“Okay, you have to prank call uncle Si.” Zayn smirks.

“I am not prank calling Simon Cowell.” Niall argues.

“Okay, I guess you’re just going to have to stay up or suffer the consequences.” Says Zayn. Niall pulls out his phone. He dials the number.

“Hello Niall. Is something wrong?” Asks Simon.

“NIALL! I GOT NIALL HORAN’S CELL PHONE!” Niall yells in a girly voice.

“How did you get this phone?” Simon’s voice is stern.

“AHH ALYSSA GET OVER HERE I GOT NIALL HORAN’S PHONE!” Niall screeches. He pulls Harry over to him.

“AHH! IMAGINE ALL OF THE PEOPLE WE CAN CALL WITH NIALL HORAN’S PHONE!” Harry screams in the same voice that he used when we prank called Zayn.

“IMAGINE HOW MUCH IT WILL BE WORTH ON EBAY! I’M ON THE PHONE WITH SIMON COWELL RIGHT NOW!” Niall squeals. They then hang up. As soon as they hit the end button Liam’s phone starts to ring.

“Keep it going!” Louis hisses.

“You do it Callie, I’ve got an awful girl voice!” Liam says shoving the phone to me. I answer it.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Where’s Liam?” Asks Simon.

“In my basement.” I say, trying to hold in a giggle.

“How did you get his phone?” Asks Simon.

“When we were out shopping, my friends Alyssa, Danielle, Mia, Cassie and a bunch of others thought we saw one direction, so we cornered them in a shop and brought them to my house. I got Louis’ pants, Harry’s right shoe and Zayn’s earring and now Liam’s phone!” I sqeak.

“All of the guys are at your house?” Asks Simon.

“All but Louis. He got away.” I say, sounding disappointed. Simon hangs up the phone. I let out a fit of laughter just as Louis’ phone rings. He picks it up immediately.

“Uncle Si!” He immediately exclaims.

“Louis! Are you alright?” He asks.

“Not r-really.” He sputters.

“What happened?” Asks Simon.

“The boys and I were out shopping and this whole group of girls started chasing us. They cornered us in a store. They took the others prisoner, but as they were getting us in their car I slipped away, but not before they took my pants left shoe and my shirt!” He pants.

“Listen Louis-“

“Oh no oh no oh no! THEY’RE BACK!” He shouts and ends the phone call. The boys all then turn their phones off.

“Okay Niall, your turn.”  Prompts Harry.

“Callie.” Niall starts. Oh no. “Truth or dare?” I contemplate for a moment. They could do awful things to me. Oh well, YOLO.

“Dare.” I say bravely.

“Oooh ickle Callie has fallen into my trap. Callie, why don’t you and Liam have a nice little kiss, eh?” Niall says.

“Do it!” Urges Louis. He pulls out his phone.

“Three seconds.” Niall says. “At least.” I smile and crawl over to Liam.

“Hello Lee Lee. I don’t know about you but I want to sleep tonight.” I say. I can tell Niall is recording this. I turn around to face the camera. “This is for TRUTH OR DARE!” I say. Then I kiss Liam. It was like kissing a brother. Not like Harry at all. The boys count three seconds and I back away. Niall finishes recording.

“This is going on Twitter.” He says, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Okay… Harry. Truth or dare?” I ask evilly.

“Umm, Truth.” He says, glaring at me.

“What is your least favorite thing about me?” I ask, smiling at him.

“Can I change that to a dare?” He asks hopefully.

“I dare you to tell me your least favorite thing about me.” I say.

“Nothing.” He says without skipping a beat.

“It has to be something. What would you change?” I urge him.

“Umm, if I had to choose something… It would probably be your cooking skill.” He says.

“What’s wrong with my cooking?” I ask him.

“Nothing!” he says.

“Okay well-“I begin, but I’m cut off out by the knocking at the front door.

“Open up, this is the police!”