The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson

2 - The Welcoming Comity

Alive

"This is the cafeteria," Liam says, gesturing around the large room containing plastic bench table lined across it. "This is Niall's favorite place."

"You betcha! While we are here, I am gonna grab a muffin," Niall comments as he walks over to the table filled with a variety of snacks.

"I think this is the last of it. You've seen it all! You are officially part of the 1D family!" Harry announces.

As Harry goes to hug me, Louis steps in front of him, blocking him from coming closer.

"Now, now, now. You may have seen the place, but no newcomer is official until a little hazing," he says, smiling devilishly.

Zayn steps over beside Louis, crossing his arms and matching his mate's evil smirk. "Lou is absolutely right. New meat must be welcomed properly to the inside of One Direction. That means, seeing all that it is and has to offer."

I roll my eyes, trying to hide the grin at their attempts to be intimidating. "What do you boys have in mind?"

Their smiles widen and I begin to worry about what I have gotten myself into.

"Follow us," Louis says, quickly turning on his heels and walking the opposite direction to the exit.

I look up to Liam with my eyebrows raised, silently asking if I should be worried.

He only purses his lips and walks ahead of me, chuckling quietly to himself. I was in trouble.

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"You want me to WHAT?!" I ask, confused if they are actually suggesting I do what they had said.

Louis sighs, frustrated that he has to explain the plan a second time. "You are going to stand up here in the rafting with this paintball gun. In about 10 minutes when we go down below to rehearse choreography with our choreographer, Paul, you are going to use that paintball gun to shoot Paul. Got it?"

"I am not shooting your choreographer with a paintball gun on my first day of my new job! NOT HAPPENING!" I protest. There is no way I am going to do something as stupid as this that can risk the job I've worked for my entire life and hardly started.

"Don't worry about it. We will take all the heat for it!" Zayn assures me.

"I don't know guys. If I go along with this it doesn't make me not responsible if you take the fall for it. I will still be agreeing to it. I can't loose this job," I plead, hoping they will be responsible and see the ludicrousy of the position they have put me in.

"Hey, it's alright. Just for tonight, don't look back. Live spontaneously! This is your opportunity to do something stupid with five idiots to fall back on to take the blame! It'll be fun!" Harry argues.

God dammit. Maybe it isn't be such a bad idea to just have fun and do something wild... no matter how random and weird it may be. I sigh in frustration for allowing myself to be peer pressured into something so stupid and reckless.

"Fine! I will do it!"

All the boys cheer and give me a few more words of encouragement before rushing down before Paul gets here. I roll my eyes and practice aiming the plastic gun. I focus the gun's marker on Louis, just to see how to line up the target. I grip the handle harder as I practice how I stand to shoot. As I tighten my hand around the gun, I feel it jolt back with a bang.

"OW! HEY! What was that for?!" Louis yells up at me, while trying to turn around to peer at the yellow paint splattered across his back. The rest of the boys double over in laughter.