CHAPTER TWELVE:
Liam Gets Whipped (With Cream)
After several hours, probably around midnight Juliet, Zayn, Louis, Harry, Niall, Liam, and I were locked in some kind of stare down with each other on who would be the first to fall asleep.
"First one to fall asleep, gets a mustache drawn on them" Louis sleepily tells us
I chuckle a bit. This seems like something that happened at the sleepovers I used to have.
At around one in the morning, Liam falls asleep, snoring ever so slightly. Louis waddles on his knees over to Liam, and Uncas his sharpie and starts to draw the mustache.
"Hey Miles," Harry whispers to me "do you have any whipped cream in the fridge downstairs?"
"Yeah" I answer "I think so"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asks
"Oh," Juliet exclaims "I know I am"
"Does it have to with a wedding?" I ask her
Her eyes dart to the left
"Maybe"
Harry, Juliet, and I slowly creep our way downstairs to the kitchen and get the whipped cream from the fridge. We slowly make our way back upstairs to where Louis has started drawing random things on Liam's face like; I eat poo. And a picture of a crudely drawn penis. (this seems like something middle schoolers would do, oh wait, they do.)
I hand Harry the bottle of whipped cream and he puts some in his hand. He slowly creeps over to Liam. He raises his hand and slaps the whipped cream down on Liam's cheek.
"Ahhhhh!" Liam exclaims as he bolts up
"You've been whipped" Harry says laughing.
"Aw, you got me" Liam says as he gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash off all the whipped cream and sharpie.
At around two in the morning we all split up and go to our rooms to go to sleep. Juliet and I head to my room, and Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn, and Niall go to the guest room.
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The Band
FanfictionA birthday gift for a close friend of mine. Juliet Moore convinces her best friend, Miles, to enter a contest to have One Direction stay with you for a week on a whim, believing they'll never win. But when they do, hilarity ensues, as they struggle...
