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

Chapter Nineteen (did i spell that right?)

Ok, i apologize for the Irish Blessing. I know it was terribly cheesy, but i couldnt resist :)

Piper

            “Niall James Horan, I swear to God if you step off of this bus I will remove your testicles in your sleep!” I growled to the sick boy. Niall stopped, halfway out the door, and stared at me with a horrified expression before rushing back to bed. The rest of the boys gawked at me, and was starting to make me consider if they were thinking I was serious. I mean, yeah sure I would do it to any one of the rest of them, but not my little leprechaun! Louis began hacking and before I could do anything about it, Harry started acting all macho and was forcefully telling Lou to lie down.

            “You guys go rehearse, I’ll take care of these two!” I attempted to get the rest of them where they needed to be.

            “I’m not leaving my Boo Bear in this condition!” Harry ran over to Louis’ “aid”. And by aid, I mean that he sat on him and most likely squished all the air from his lungs.

            “Well, it’s pretty pointless for only two of us to go, so we’ll stay and help!” Zayn stated and flopped on the couch. I could just tell that skipping was eating Liam up inside, but he’ll just have to get the hell over it.

            “Okay, Harry, please quit killing your boyfriend and let him get into his bunk.” Haz pouted and stood up just long enough for Louis to run away from him. I chuckled and searched our tiny ass kitchen for any sort of chicken soup or tea or anything that can be used for head colds. We got nothing. Fan-frickin-tastic.

Niall

            There are times where my girlfriend scares the living hell out of me. Especially when she threatened to remove my balls in my sleep just a second ago, even though I knew it was an empty threat. BUT SHE LOOKED SO SERIOUS.

            But there are times, like last night for example, where she has this vulnerability to her. And it makes her look nervous and scared and not at all like herself. Try picturing a puppy who’s been kicked one too many times and that’s set off in a crowd of strangers, then you’ll get what she looks like when she talks about her past. It’s a really hard thing to witness, her being tough around everyone, then acting like the polar opposite when anything about her mother is brought up. No one should ever have to live like that, especially not someone like her. Someone so caring, honest, talented, funny, and beautiful- wait, hold up, I’m getting off track.

            “Hey, you alright? You look like you're out of it- OH MY GOSH YOU'RE NOT DYING ARE YOU?” Piper started freaking out, which affectively pulled me out of my thoughts.

            “No, I’m fine,” I chuckled, “just thinking.”