{Phoebe's POV}
Monday Afternoon - Lobby
"LOUIS! COME BACK!" Louis zoomed past me, screaming like a strangled pig while security chased after him. "TOMLINSON!" I laughed as Louis flipped them off.
"I HAVE NO REGRETS! I SHALL RUN TILL THE MORNING!" He yelled and kept running. Until he ran straight into a luggage cart and fell onto his bum. Paul picked him up with an angry grumble and walked over to us.
"We're checking out," Paul said. "Have you got everything?"
I nodded, as did everyone else. This morning was different to others - it was quiet, everyone seemed down and upset, and it was raining. Talk about pathetic fallacy.
{Pathetic Fallacy: the attribution of human feelings and responses to inanimate things or animals, especially in art or literature}
Jade wasn't wearing any makeup, her eyes were drained and her hair was messy. Leigh-Anne looked like she'd been crying, and Jesy just looked moody. The boys were the same. None of them were happy, well, apart from Louis who was always trying to play the clown. I felt fine, minus the fact that the depressing surge of sad energy was really bringing me down.
"Let's go, babe," Zayn pulled my hand into his. I could tell he was straining, probably trying not to snap at me. "The crowd's getting bigger."
We walk out into the crowd, my clutching Zayn's hand, half to make it look believable, and other half to make myself feel safe. Because after all, these girls could be reckless. I knew that Liam had stuck with Leigh-Anne, Harry with Jade, and Louis with Jesy, but Niall was alone, and I was kind of worried. We were all in the van and he was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Niall?" Liam asked as Preston sat in the front seat. My teeth ran over my lip as I glanced out of the window, to see his blonde quiff be engulfed in the crowd. I cursed to myself and swung the door open, pushing through to where he was. He was sat on the floor, his knees brought up to his chest, and breathing heavily.
"Oh my God," I said, as the screaming died down. "Come on." I pulled Niall up by his arm and dragged him to the car, pushing him in before me. I sat beside Zayn and Niall, and Preston drove off. The car was silent. "Are you okay?" I asked Niall as he sat silently, his chest rising and falling quickly.
He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, only for him to whimper and clutch his chest. Niall started to clutch onto my hand as I held his, while he started breathing too rapidly. "He's having a panic attack," Zayn cried in desperation. I grabbed my bag with my other hand and dug around for my inhaler that I always carried around. I fished it out and stuffed it in Niall's hand, helping him bring it to his mouth and breathe.
"Thank you." Niall said as he hugged me. He'd calmed down, and was now feeling fine. It really scared us all, no one knew what to do. Leigh, Jesy, and Jade just sat in shock, along with the other boys, and it seemed like I was the only one who knew what was going on.
* * *
"What are the plans?" Zayn asked me. I smirked as an idea popped into my head. I simply smiled and got some paper and a pen. I wrote paint, sweets, and pickles on the list.
"Go and buy those. I want red, blue, yellow and green paint." I said. Zayn nodded slowly.
"I have that in my art draw, just go and get it." He said. We were on the tour bus and Zayn seemed to have his own art draw. I let Zayn go to the shop and I rummaged through his cabinets. Then, I picked up the box that I'd seen yesterday and had my heart set on this idea.
Messy Twister!
I went outside the parked tourbus and laid out the mat, grabbing the green paint and filling each green spot with a blob of green paint. I did the same with the red, blue, and yellow, too. Zayn returned with the pickles and sweets, and we called everyone else out.
"What the hell is this?" Niall asked, raising his eyebrows up.
"Messy Twister!" I grinned. "Basically, it's Twister with paint. You get really messy and it's super fun!" I grinned and watched as Leigh's face turned horrified.
"No thank you." She said, sticking her nose up.
"That's okay, you can do the spinner thing." I threw the thin piece of carboard at her and she squealed as she tried to catch it. The boys agreed on getting changed into comfortable and paintworthy attire, whereas the girls had already disappeared to change. I was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, so I was good.
When everyone was back, Zayn and I went first. "Right foot blue." Leigh said. I put my foot down on the blue splodge of paint, pulling a face as it went between my toes. Zayn did the same.
"Left hand yellow." The game went on. I ended up doing the crab over Zayn, and he was doing a starfish kinda pose. I was about to break and fall down, when we got: "Right foot red." That was too far away for me, but it was further for Zayn. He fell into all the paint. We burst out laughing.
"EWWWW!" Zayn shrieked as he wiped paint off his face. "YOU ARE THE SHEDEVIL WHAT IS THIS SOCEREY!?" He yelled, and it was only then that I noticed the string of fans that were pressed up against metal barriers, watching us. Next, it was Niall and Harry. Niall won. Then it was Liam and Louis. Louis won. Then it was Jade and Jesy. Jesy won. So then we went to the next round, which was Niall verses Louis, and me verses Jesy. Whoever won out of Niall and Louis then played whoever won out of Jesy and I.
When Jesy and I played, it was extremely intense, but I ended up winning. Years of gymnastics finally paid off. Being flexible comes in handy for a game like this. Then Niall and Louis played. Louis was extremely bendy, but Niall had a better tactic, so he won.
So it's me verses Niall. I took my spot on the side of the mat and got ready. "Left foot blue." And so it begun. The game must've went on for about 10 minutes, until Niall slipped on some paint and pulled me down with him. I let out a shriek. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
Leigh burst out laughing, sending us all into hysterics, including the fans. "Pez wins!" Leigh jumped up and held up my hand. There was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.
"Hey good job." Niall said as he shifted on his feet. "Oh, you got something... right, um..." And then, his hand lifted and blue paint was smeared across my face. "There."
Everyone fell silent as I stood and stared at Niall. I grabbed the paint bottle of green and opened the cap, still with a straight face, and threw it over him. He froze and gasped as some of it trickled down his back. I smirked as it begun. A paint war!
