Just Another Prank (A One Direction/Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

Chapter Twelve

Piper

            I woke up around eight the next morning, feeling absolutely exhausted. I really don’t want to get up and face the world today. I mean, it’s still gonna be there tomorrow! Not like I’m missing out on much. My stomach grumbling really loudly forced me to try and get up, but something was holding me to the bed. I looked down at my waist and saw that Niall’s arm was wrapped firmly around it. Well, at least someone got some sleep. I gently removed his arm and put a pillow in my place and left the room, the clothes I had on the night before still clinging to me. I walked through the living room to see Harry and Louis cuddling together and had to refrain myself from ‘AWW!’ing. I finally made it back to my room and the stench of tobacco hit me hard. How did Liam sleep in here? I walked in to find the blanket up to his chin and his eyes were fluttering open.

            “Sorry, don’t mind me! I’m just getting some clothes!” I quietly shut the door behind me and walked over to my suitcase.

            “You didn’t unpack at all?” he asked while stretching.

            “I did, but then I packed up again because we’re leaving in two days,” I reminded him.

            He nodded and started to get up. “You want me to make breakfast?”

            “No, I got it. I’m just gonna take a quick shower first.” He nodded and left the room. I skipped off to the bathroom in hopes that Niall’s devil shower could wake me up a bit.

            I had just finished the last pancake when the living dead poured in. I put the stack of pancakes on the table and went to retrieve some Advil. I found it and poured five cups of coffee, three of which were accompanied by pain reliever, and began reliving my waitress days. Oh God, I sound old.

            Breakfast was silent, and the entire time I was scratching my arm or my leg from where it was burned by the shower.

            “You okay, Piper?” Liam placed a hand on my shoulder, making it sting like mad, and I shrank away from the touch.

            “Yeah, it’s just that Niall’s shower doesn’t like me all that much.”

            “Why do you think that?” Niall asked, a hint of amusement on his face.

            “Because whenever I take a shower I’m either taking a plunge in the Arctic or I’m chilling in Hell.” The boys started laughing, then grabbed their heads and reached for more Advil.

            “This is what you get for drinking until freaking three in the morning,” I chuckled. “You're lucky I stopped you then, or else you’d be just as bad as Zayn probably is.”

            “Speaking of Zayn, I’m gonna go check on him.” Liam excused himself from the table and left. The other three were feeling a bit better and had offered to clean up, which I gladly let them.

            “You lads- and lass- want to play a game?” Niall offered and joined me on the couch. Almost instantaneously, I curled up next to him and he put an arm around me.

            “TRUTH OR DARE!” Louis yelled, making Harry jump. Niall groaned and I cocked an eyebrow at him

            “You have no idea how Louis’ version of truth or dare works.”

            “Come on,” I smiled at him, “it can’t be that bad.”

            “Fine.” He gave up and turned to Lou. “We’re in.”