One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 1.

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I watched Victoria sultrily sip her mango smoothie, tapping her fingernails once in a while on the table, tapping her foot to some music to which i could as hear The Rolling Stones.

I grinned, as i thought of a prank to pull under her. After her, she was winning our conversation burns, which embarassed me. 

But nobody could prank as well as me. But when someone pulled on me, i tended to overexagerate. 

I frowned thinking about the "Zayn's leaving the band" joke they pulled on me. I have never cried so much.

"Hey, fellow. What'ca thinking about?" Niall asked, as he slouched on my lap.

"Urggh! Heavy."

"Thanks, Haz. I've been trying to cut down on Nando's."

"Joking." I laughed, looking at his intent stare at the packet handed to him. We were supossed to be memorizing our stupid lines for the show; One Direction.

Soooo original.

"How the HELL do we memorize this junk?" Niall groaned, leaning deeper onto me, leaving my face sandwiched between the couch and his shoulder.

"Ack. Niall. Get. OFF." I cried, trying to lift his butt off of me. I glanced sideways at Victoria, who was smirking at us, sipping her smoothie.

Niall finally got up, and sat his wee butt down on my lap.

"Ni." I groaned.

He let out a fart, and then promptly stood up, walking away.

My mouth grew wide, with my eyebrows tightly shooting up. Gross!

"Ugh. You didn't have to hear that to realized Ni farted. You can tell by the smell." Dee explained.

Dee was Zayn's onscreen little sister, who tended to get us but mostly him into trouble in the show.

"I know." I gagged, taking the script off the table next to me, and waving it around, to wave away the smell of dead cats and fajitas.

"Alrighty kids, lets get onto set. Hopefully you memorized the whole shedang." Dan said, bringing the camera people in closer, and motioning the first scene people to get onto stage.

I only memorized a couple. It was hard to. I mean between napping, singing, and going to the bathroom, my schedule was booked.

"Harry Styles! Get out of it, and come here!" He said, pushing me towards the set. I rolled my eyes, visible to the boys, who snickered, and crossed their arms.

"One Direction, Season One, Episode One, Take One." The man exclaimed, snapping the black and white drama thingy together.

"What? Us? A BAND?" We all cheered together, clapping hands, and jumping with glee.