Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

Once I get the word, I turn around, no longer hiding my face in the seat of the car. The boys had all changed into their disguises, and as much as I wanted to look, I didn't.

"So, how do we look?"

Niall speaking snaps me out of my trance and I start laughing hysterically.

"OH MY GOD! If - If I didn't know it was you, I would think you were my grandma's friends!" It wouldn't look as realistic if they didn't literally have boobs. Seriously. Louis went over the top for these disguises.

We all laugh until Paul speaks up from the front seat.

"Alright kiddies, go on inside, and remember to call me if there are any problems." Paul says, leaning his head back and placing his hat over his eyes.

"Paul, you aren't coming in?" Harry, I mean . . . Harriet, asks Paul as we all exit the van, leaning up against the window.

"Nah; I planned to until I saw those genius disguises. As long as you all keep your voices low, even if you were to speak in your own accents, you're not likely to be spotted." He says, yawning.

"Alright, let's head inside," Louis says as he and Niall wrap their hands together and start walking ahead of us towards the entrance, leaving the rest of us to follow suit.

As we're walking, I feel a finger lightly tap my shoulder. I look over, seeing Zayn extending his arm towards me. I wrap my arms around his bicep as we walk, seeing as he decided to be the old woman that's well enough to not use a cane. The rest of them look absolutely ridiculous, and Liam is walking as if he has a hump on his back, his bum stuck back and out in the air.