Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

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As soon as the car slowed down, I burst out of the limo; carrying my demon wedges. I flew up to my room and through my closet. Peeling off the evil dress, I pulled on a Manchester United sweater and some shorts. Finally being able to breath, I walked to the dark bathroom and flipped on the light.

Studying my make-up for a moment, I cocked my head to the side. I shook my head and grabbed a make-up remover wipe and scrubbed my face clean of all traces of Eleanor’s masterpiece. After washing my face, I strolled down to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and grabbed an apple. Munching happily, I jumped up onto the counter and hung my feet off the end.

Half way through my apple, Niall slid into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. Taking a bite, he sat down next to me and we munched away together. I nudged his arm and he almost knocked me off the counter. Chocking on my apple, I saved myself from another bruised butt by chucking my apple core at Niall and slammed my hands against the counter.

Mouth open, I slowly look up at Niall who was trying not to laugh. Being a cool girl I—

I tackled him.

I lunged at him and grabbed his waist and used his weight to throw him on the ground. Yeah, I learned a few moves from my non-backstabbing best friend, Justin. He’s a wrestler and sometimes, he’ll catch me off guard and wrestle me to the ground. Usually, we have at least one match every time we see each other.

Anyways, Niall and I wrestled until I heard someone cough. I looked up from my headlock on Niall and saw the entire group watching me beat Niall up. Taking advantage of my distraction. Niall slithered his hands around me and pinched my sides. I’m so incredibly ticklish, so I screamed immediately and let go.

He twisted around and began tickling me. Harry joined in and then Zayn. Liam and Louis were laughing uncontrollably, so they couldn’t move. I was laughing so incredibly hard, tears were streaming down my face and my sides hurt.

“Stop! Stop!” I gasped, breathless. Zayn stopped, but Niall and Harry continued. Zayn seeing an opportunity, he tackled Niall and began tickling him! Harry was knocked down in the process and I wiggled away.

Still giggling, I sat roughly on Harry’s chest and stopped him from moving.

“Och! Steph, get off!” I shushed him. “I’m going to count to three and then I’ll get up, with you on or not.” I didn’t move at all.

“One…Two—” Harry began until Louis sat down on Harry’s sensitive spot.

“Three!” Louis cried, after slamming his butt down. Harry hit a high note and smacked his hands toward Louis. Ear drums almost burst; I rolled off of Harry’s chest and clamped my hand onto his open mouth.

He obediently closed his mouth and fixed his face into one of pain. He curled into a ball, moaning. I let go of his mouth and turned to face a laughing Louis.

“You think that’s funny?” I stood up and grabbed a water bottle. Louis nodded, almost crying from laughter. “Is this funny?” I chucked the bottle in the same area at Louis, whom did not see it coming. He began singing the climax of Gotta Be You as he crumpled to the ground next to Harry. He mimicked Harry’s fetal position.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Louis’ high-pitched squeak was muffled by the floor.

Containing my laughter, I said, “That was for sitting on Harry’s man parts! You reap what you sow!”

Zayn froze from tickling Niall and glanced up at my, confused.

“You wouldn’t understand.” I shook my head.

Several minutes passed before everyone finished tickling, being tickled, laughing, and recovering from hurt parts. When Zayn finally let Niall go, he sprung up and retreated behind me.

“Honestly? You’re hiding behind a girl?” I looked at Niall over my shoulder.

“Hey, you know how to wrestle and he doesn’t.” He protested. I tried to sidestep Niall, he moved with me; it ended up being a weird dance.

“HELLLOOOO?! ANYBODY HOOOMMMEE?!” A voice screamed from the living room. Louis, Liam, Niall, Harry, and Zayn all looked at me, thinking I was the one who had screamed. They didn’t see me because I was already sprinting to the living room.

And in the middle of the living room, wearing pajama shorts and a tank, clutching her baby husky in her hand, was my real best friend, Finley.