Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

Darn That Baby Oil

Harry POV

The girls were furious for the rest of the day, locking themselves in Steph’s room. They didn’t even come out for dinner. So, I had to cook; which was fine. Niall gagged only once.

I started to worry when Steph didn’t come out even when Zayn knocked on the door.

And I nearly peed my trousers when Finley didn’t come out when Nialler offered food. I was so scared, even Louis was uneasy. Everyone was jumping at shadows and Niall screamed when Liam said hello behind him.

Eventually, we all got bored and decided to go to bed.

Still yawning, I stepped out of my shower and dried off. And I screamed when I looked at my reflection in the steamy mirror.

My hair was…oily! I looked like I had dumped a bottle of baby oil on it! Turning my head from side to side, I checked to see if any inch of my hair wasn’t oily. There wasn’t a centimeter that wasn’t soaked in oil. I bounded back into the shower and poured some of my shampoo into my hand.

It was all baby oil.

Steph and Finley.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and stomped off to the girl’s room. In the hall, I met Liam and Niall who both had oily hair. We all pointed and gasped.

“How did the girls do it?” Liam looked shocked.

“They probably snuck into our rooms while we were eating.” Niall was beside himself, furious. And it wasn’t about food! I heard more footsteps and saw Zayn and Louis storming up the hall.

“Babe! Did they get your shampoo, too?” I raced to Lou as fast as my towel would allow me. His face and hair answered the question for him. Zayn caught up to him, still dripping wet. Tattoos glistening from the baby oil, his hair was dripping into his eyes.

“Well, let’s storm the castle.” Louis brushed past me and Zayn followed. I dogged behind him, clutching my towel.

When we made it to the door, Zayn knocked.

“Who is it?” Finley called out with a high-pitched voice.

“Who do you think?!” Zayn pounded on the door again.

“Sheesh, what do you…?” Finley opened the door and stared at all of us, shirtless and wet.

“Honey, don’t have a heart attack. They’re just boys,” Steph scolded Finley and opened the door wider. “Who are also shirtless and wet?” Her gaze traveled around the group, bouncing from head to head. Bumping Finley’s hip, she jerked her head to Niall and winked. Finley blushed and looked down at the ground.

“Finley, can you get the shooter?” Steph’s gaze didn’t leave my hair as she nudged Finley. Finley smirked and left. “My, my. What have you boys been up to?”

I snorted. “It should be, ‘What have YOU been up to?’”

Steph gasped and pressed her hand to her chest. “Me? Sweet, innocent, little ME?” With every word, she looked at each of us in the eye.

Finley’s voice shouted from the room behind Steph. “Innocent?! Not in a million years.” Steph flushed.

“What did you do?!” Louis stormed up to face Steph, trying to keep his towel up.

“I might have switched all your shampoos with baby oil.” The corner of Steph’s mouth tugged up. Louis gasped.

“You…Little…” Louis shook his finger at Steph. Suddenly, Finley came back and something flashed in my eyes. A door slammed and the girls laughed hysterically.

“I promise to make sure it doesn’t get on the internet!” Steph’s voice sounded through the door. I rubbed my eyes and glared at the door.

“Did…Did she just take a photo of us?” Niall couldn’t belief it.

“Yup. She did.” Liam shook his head and chuckled; walking back to his room.

Everyone followed Liam back to their own rooms, to try and get all the oil out. Just as I had slipped on a pair of trousers, someone knocked on my door. Grumbling, I opened the door and Louis burst through with a huge grin.

“I know exactly how to get back at the girls.” He leaned forward and quickly explained it all. The more he talked, the more excited I became. “Well, what do you think?”

I grinned. “I think that the lads should know what to do.”

Sorry it's so short! I had to leave a cliff hanger!!