Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"Shut up and let's go eat some pie!"

“NIALL JAMES HORAN! PUT ME DOWN!” I started kicking his face but failing miserably considering I was over his shoulder.

“Never!!!” he says laughing.

“My face is getting really red! I don’t think that’s healthy!” I screamed from his back.

“That’s the point! And who cares if it isn’t healthy, it’s fun!” he started running faster.

“You’re going to trip and fall and then we’re both gonna get it from Daddy Liam!”

“Who cares!!” he started running even faster.

“I do!” I slapped his butt “Now put me down! I’m gonna puck all the pie we ate!”

“Hey!” He slapped my butt. “No we are not! I think we ran it off at the park!”

“Ugh!” I screamed crossing my arms. Again, I failed miserably.

“Where are we even going?”

“Home.” *le cringe* Again with that word…

“Then you better put me down unless you want all the boys screaming at you!”

“For what?”

“For this!” I threw my arms all over the place.

“My awesomely toned butt?” I rolled my eyes

“Louis is the only one with an awesomely toned butt.”

“And you would know!”

“Yes! Now put me down!”

“Again, never!!!”

I finally came to the conclusion that Niall wasn’t going to put me down anytime soon so I just let him take me… to the house. I suddenly felt a rush of coldness hit me and realized that we were in the lobby. He ran towards what I’m guessing is the elevator because next thing I know, I heard a little ‘Ding’ and the elevator started moving.

“I’m feeling really sick especially when the earth is moving up and down.”

“That’s not gonna make me put you down…” Damn! I heard the elevator music start and knowing that the boys had the penthouse; I knew it would take a while ‘till we reached it.

“Nice song.” I say, trying to start a conversation

“Yeah.”

“I wonder what it’s called.”

“Isn’t all elevator music the same?”

“No! Most of them are ding ding ding dong ding. While others are like ding ding dong dong ding. Know the difference Niall!”

“Oh, cool.”

“Yeah.” There was a silence before we heard the little ‘Ding’ again.

“Okay, brace yourself!”

“For what!?!”

“For this!” he started running towards the end of the hallway, where the flat was.

“Niall! You’re not gonna have enough time to put the card in the slot!”

“I know! Which is exactly why I texted the boys in the elevator telling them to have the door ready and opened!”

“I hate you!”

“Good to know!”

When I felt the lights go dimmer, I knew we were already in the house, but Niall didn’t stop running.