One Direction: A Hot Mess

Louis' POV

"Guys, c'mon!" Harry yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah," Liam added. "We don't want to be late again!"

"Coming!" I screeched down the stairs before sprinting to the bathroom to grab my jacket. I pulled it off the hook by the door and turned around to see Zayn preening himself in the mirror.

"Zayn, stop playing with your hair! We have to goooooo!" I screamed.

"Shush Louis. You're so loud," Zayn complained, but I saw a smile on his face.

I ran out of the room as fast as I came in and heard Zayn follow behind me. Just as I was passing Niall's room, the door opened. Niall stepped out with a sleepy look on his face and a beer in his hand.

"What the hell is that mate?"

"A beer?" he murmured drowsily.

"You can't drink now, Niall! We're on our way to a photo shoot!" I yelled at him.

"We're not going to a photo shoot, Lou. We're going to assemble colognes," he muttered.

"Really?" I thought about that for a moment. "Well, you still can't be drunk!"

"It's one beer," he protested, and I just sighed.

At that moment, Harry ran up the stairs. "What the hell is going on up here?" he asked, his curls flying everywhere. Then he spotted the beer in Niall's hand.

"Niall," he sighed too, "You can't drink now! You know what happened last time."

"Fine," Niall moped. He leaned around the corner of the doorway, and I heard the clunk of what was hopefully the beer falling into the trashcan. "Happy now? Let's go."

We headed down the stairs and found an exasperated Liam by the door, who apparently had heard everything that had just happened.

"Niall, get some food and coffee to get the alcohol smell out of your mouth. The rest of you, get into the car and try not to let something shiny distract you," he growled. (Liam always gets a little bitchy when we're late.)

A few minutes later, we were all in the car. Niall had been all too happy to oblige and get something to eat and drink. And we'd been able to make it to the car without any more problems. Even Liam was beginning to calm down since we were on our way there.

Everyone was looking out the windows of the car, I noticed, except for Harry. He was looking at the floor. What the hell? Oh my god, he'd fallen asleep! My mind raced with the possibility of what we could do to him. I finally settled on something that was quick but also utterly perfect for Harry.

"Lads," I whispered, and they all turned around. Harry remained fast asleep. I pointed to him, and a wicked smile crept onto each of their faces. I quietly relayed my plan to them, and they all nodded deviously.

So with no further ado, I grabbed the pen I miraculously found wedged into the car's seat and snapped it in half. A quick glance at Harry confirmed that he was still sleeping, so I let the red ink drip onto my fingers. Then, I passed it around so the boys could get some too, and we went to work.

Soon after, our "masterpiece" was complete. We'd used the ink and our fingers to make red kissy marks and hickey marks all over Harry, smudging it to make it look more real. (I wasn't one of my best pranks, but he did look funny, if I do say so myself). I snapped a picture and uploaded it to Twitter with the caption "What a flirt! Sorry mate, #dontfallasleepnexttime."

When Niall read it, he let out a huge laugh. To be honest, I'm surprised that he didn't laugh earlier. And once Niall's booming laugh started, we all had to join in. Harry woke up with a start when our laughter echoed around the car. "What the..." he began.

By then we were roaring with laughter as Harry smacked each of us. It only got louder when he tried to wipe it off and just made it worse. Eventually, all five of us were gasping for breath.

Just another day in the life of One Direction, I thought with a smirk.