London Calling (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 2 - The House

Nandos containers were strewn all over the coffee table in Zayn's apartment, making an unsightly mess.

Niall mumbled something along the lines of, "This is good," but his mouth was so full of chicken I came out more like, "Vis gooooood."

Zayn chucked his scrunched up napkin at him with a stern, "Don't talk with your mouth full."

I chuckled before taking another bite of my sandwich. It was pretty good.

My phone buzzed somewhere under the mountains of litter on the coffee table, 5:00pm. I quickly shoveled in the rest of my food, saying, "I got to go," though it was nearly incoherent with the sandwich in my mouth. Zayn scowled before repeating his previous command, "Don't talk with your mouth full! Its disgusting."

I grinned before scrunching up the paper that had held my lunch and piffing it at him. His hands immediately jumped to protect his face and his legs pulled up into a ball as well. When he drew his arms away his scowl had changed to a grin and there was a mad glint in his eye. He outstretched his hand to grab onto the nearest piece of food packaging, which just happened to be covered in Nandos' famous sauce.

"No, no," I pleaded jokingly, before he threw it at me. The sauce splattered my shirt. I took a second to examine the damage before stating, "You're going to wish you never did that."

What came next was the most intense twenty minute rubbish war the world has ever seen, involving all five boys. About halfway through someone had thrown part of a bread roll smeared with gravy, after that food had become fair ammo as well and joined the rest of the rubbish whizzing around the room. After all of the boys had fallen and I was named victorious I plonked myself down on the couch in a fit of laughter. I smelled of food and looked like it too, but I wasn't even hit the worst. Zayn's hands had finally made their way to his head where his fingers had been greeted by a glob of mashed potato. His eyes became wide and his mouth gaped. "Argh!" he cried, "My hair!"

He sprung to his feet and rushed out of the room where the sound of a running shower quickly followed. I couldn't control my laughter and neither could the other three. After gasping for breath for a few minutes I finally said, "Actually a shower does seem like a good idea."

"Harry," Liam's brow furrowed as if he was trying to remember something, "Didn't you say before that you had to go?"

Now it was my turn for my eyes to get wide. I quickly lifted up my left wrist to check the time before realising that I don't wear a watch. I madly ruffled through the rubbish on the coffee table before turning and pulling up the couch cushions in search for my phone.

"Shit!"

"What? What is it?" Liam asked.

"Where is my phone?! What time is it?" I exclaimed, sounding like some sort of mad man.

Liam checked his watch before responding, looking confused, "Twenty-five past five."

I muttered a string of curse words before giving up on finding my phone. "Well boys, I guess I'll see you tomorrow my lovelies," I stated as I quickly stood up preparing to exit the apartment.

A chorus of "bye Harry"s and "I love you Harry"s sounded behind me as I made my way towards the door.

"Wait! Harry!" Niall's voice rang out. I turned reluctantly back, just in time to snatch the black iPhone he had thrown me out of the air.

"Adios amigos," I called over my shoulder as passed through the front door.

No way was I going to be able to get back to my place in five minutes and I didn't even have Chelsea's number to ring and explain how I didn't just bail on her. My house was on the other side of the city, at least a twenty minute drive on a good day. This should be fun...