Song: The Lazy Song- Bruno Mars
[It's the opposite of what happens so LOL]
LIAM's POV:
"ALRIGHT! EVERYONE UP. COME ON. TIME TO GET UP!" I hear the banging of pots. My eyes creep open. The sun has barely come up. I see Lauren shouting at everyone to get up.
"What the hell?!" Louis says, stretching, his voice full of sleep.
Lauren smacks her forehead. "We have work to do! Tons of it. This is life on a ranch. Now, up, Sailor." Louis groans and sits up. Niall's already out of bed. I stretch I get up. My head is spinning with fatigue.
"SKI JUMP! CURLY TOPS! UP!" she yells at Zayn and Harry, and begins to shake them furiously until their eyes creep open.
"I'm so using that!" Louis says with a sleepy grin, sitting up and throwing a pillow at Lauren. It hits the back of her head, and she shoots around, picking up the pillow and sending it back at Louis, but with ten times more force, so when it hit him, it hurt.
"Hmmmm." Harry groans. "Five more minutes," he says in that husky morning voice of his.
"WAKE UP!!" Lauren shouts, shaking Harry by the shoulders.
"I'M UP I'M UP OKAY?" he shouts back. Lauren lets go of him.He pulls out his phone. "What the fuck? It's 6:30am! What is this? Concentration Camp?"
"No, this is life for you sleeping beauties. Okay? Get with it, or get left behind." she asks as if this is a common accurance. Zayn is still sound asleep, with earplugs and an eye mask. Lauren goes over to him and takes out his earplugs.
"Mmm... Need beauty sleep." he groans, turning over and pulling his 'sheet' over his face.
"Need-beauty-sleep my ass! UP!" she screams. Harry has verrrryyyy slowly gotten up and Zayn verrrryyyy slowly sits up.
"Now, we have work to do, boys!" she says, orderly. "And you ALL need to get involved. Breakfast will be ready in THREE MINUTES. If you're not ready to eat in three, you can forget about breakfast."
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LAUREN's POV:
I am an evil fucking genius. I smirk to myself.
Having these boys might not be the WORST thing that's ever happened, in fact, this may be pretty damn awesome.
I smirk. They gasp.
DON'T SUCCUMB TO THEIR BRITISH-HOTTIE WRATH. FOCUS. DON'T TRUST THEM YET.
I frown. "Okay, now get your sleepy asses inside and I will assign each of you chores. Okay, good. Glad we have an understanding. Breakfast is waiting. Go!" I point to the stable door.
They laggard out. I play with them a little more . "Single file! Come on!" they groan as they squiggle into a line and shake each other playfully. If only they knew what my life was like, they wouldn't be complaining.
"What is this?! Is Simon trying to teach us some kind of lesson?!" Gay Primadonna Sailor protests.
"No bitch, this is life under my rules." I grit my teeth, and he knows I mean business. I giggle silently, walking snappily ahead me. My steps are long, almost like strides, and those boys don't know the first thing about how to co-operate and work succesfully in given circumstances.
"Wow you guys really listen to me.." I whisper, but they hear me.
"FUCK YOU." they harmonize.. Awkward.. Who uses harmony in SPEAKING?! They all giggle, and I shake my head, holding the front door open. Life isn't going to be all "YOLO" and "Joy Ride". No no no. They're going to have to abide by my rules otherwise, if it's not already clear, shit WILL go down.
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