Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

After two hours of giving directions and shuffling my music library, we're at the Green Bay mall. I pull out my headphones, handing the splitter back to Harry, placing my phone into my back pocket and my headphones in the front pocket.

"Okay, this is where you lads are gonna' have to use your hoods and sunglasses. We don't need the lot of ya' getting swarmed in this big place." Paul directs, turning around so he can face us from the front seat.

"I actually have an idea if Sarah doesn't mind helping us out with it; it's gonna' take some time." 

We all look at Louis, who has just fished a couple of bags from under his seat. "I found a costume store open. I mean, I don't know why a damned costume store is open in winter, but I'm not one to complain."

Niall scoffs from the front seat and Louis quickly reaches up and smacks the back of his head. "HEY! What'd ya' do that for!" Niall exclaims, reaching his hand to the back of his head.

Louis clears his throat, "Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," he glares at Niall, "I thought that instead of worrying about being swarmed, we could make costumes!" Louis tosses each boy a bag and they look inside, starting to ruffle through the contents.

I sit up, leaning so I can inspect what's in Harry's bag. I hold my hand over my mouth, laughing at the disguise Louis had picked out for him. He had picked out clothing an old woman would wear, including a wig and a pair of very old-fashioned glasses. 

"As you can see, you will all be dressing up as old ladies. To top it all off, I had Paul pick me up something" Louis winks at Paul, who sighs from the front seat. He reaches to his left, between his seat and the door, pulling out five wooden canes. 

I crack up from the back seat, laughing hysterically at the boys' reactions to the costumes. Out of all of them, Zayn is surprisingly the most into it.

Almost reading my mind, Liam turns and looks at Zayn, who has a goofy smile on his face. "Why are you so happy? We're dressing up as old women!" Liam laughs.

Zayn almost looked as if he has been snapped out of a trance, looking up to look at Liam. "Last time Louis got us disguises, he dyed my hair; damn stuff wouldn't come out for nearly two weeks! I'm just happy there's no hair dye involved!"

The boys all start to laugh hysterically at Zayn's comment, most likely having some horror stories of their own to share about Louis' disguises. Once they finally calm down, I shift around a little in my seat to get comfortable. I feel my foot nudge something under my seat.

I reach under my seat to find my makeup bag. I look at Louis who looks back at me with a large 'I did something wrong but don't want you to think anything about it' smile. "I may have grabbed your makeup bag from your room so you could help me disguise the boys."

"So that means I'll be doing the disguising while you are just sitting there watching?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him an accusing look. 

He nods his head without hesitation, "yeah, pretty much."

"What do you mean disguising? I thought the disguise would be the outfit." Harry comments, looking down at the bag on his lap. 

"Yes, because it would be so convincing for you all to walk around looking like old ladies but having One Directions' faces. Best idea ever, Haz." I say sarcastically.

The boys facepalm while Harry blushes. "Alright, well if we want to get into the mall any time soon, let's get started," I say, opening my bag.