The return

Chapter 1: birthday surprises

*(A/N I hope you enjoy this story, I will try to update regulary)

Harry

Today was my 20th birthday, so I was treated to a cooked breakfast from the boys. Louis was making the pancakes whilst zayn was cooking the bacon. Niall was ment to be cooking a fried egg but it was started to look scrambled. Liam couldn't cook so he was ment to be supervising them but he fell asleep on the sofa. No one attempted to wake him up as we all knew how he got when he was awakened.

I woke to the smell of burning bacon rising from the kitchen, startled I dashed towards the kitchen to find a panicked louis putting a fire out on the cooker.

"What on earth is going in here" I declared. The boys dropped what they were doing and turned to give me a guilty look.

"Well , we thought it'd be nice to make you a cooked breakfast while you slept , but liam and niall can't cook and louis decided to start a fire". Liam and Niall faked mock hurt and gave glares to zayn, in response he flipped them off.

"It wasn't my fault ; the tea towel got stuck under the pan and set alight , it's not like I did it on purpose" louis protested. I chuckled , and walked over to the stove to see what food could be salvaged. Not much by the looks of it. Zayn walked behind me dragging the bin over to chuck the remains into it.

"What are we going to eat now?" Niall moaned as his stomach grumbled. Louis walked towards the cupboard opening it to see what could be eaten.

After a few minutes he comes up holding a box of cheerios.

"This is all we've got lads", we all groaned in unison at the thought of eating cereal that I wasn't even sure was in date.

2 bowels and 20 minutes later we had finished off the cereal, it wasn't the best but as none of us could be bothered to do food shopping so this is all we ate. As today was my birthday our manager had given us and the 5sos lads the day of to do what ever we wanted. So naturally we decided to go paintballing.

By 12 o'clock we were dressed and waiting for the boys to turn up so we could go. A knock at the door brought on cheers as we all ran to answer it. There outside the door stood Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford and Calum Hood all dressed in their signature black skinny jeans and band tees. "Happy birthday mate" they all chorused at the same time. I man- hugged them all and headed towards the van that had arrived to take us to the site. I sat in first with louis next to me and luke opposite me. The rest of the boys squeezed in next to them; there clearly was not enough room so one of us would have to sit in the front. everyone started talking at once arguing over who should get to sit in the front with our driver dave. As no one could come to a conclusion Michael and Calum pushed Ashton out of the van.

" Why is it always me, you guys always pick on me" Ashton pouted while walking sulkily to the front. Once he was in we set off.

We arrived within the hour just in time for our one o'clock slot. We sorted ourselves into uneven teams as there was nine of us. My team had the extra player as it was my birthday. On my team there was myself (obviously) Luke , Louis, Ashton and Zayn. Michael was the captain for the other team. We changed into appropriate clothing and impatiently listened through the briefing before we could start.

"Right now boys , there are no rules accept no physical contact, only the paint pellets are allowed to touch the team player , any physical touch will result in that team being disqualified". We all agreed to the rule and began setting off in opposite directions to our starting places. We readied ourselfs waiting for the gun to go off signalling the start of the game.

I was about to pull my helmet over my head when a voice caught my attention. Even though the gun had gone off I was rooted to the spot. That voice I recognised it but from where. I racked my brain for my memories , I had just figured out who the voice belonged to when a pellet hit the side of my arm. Too deep in thought I hadn't felt it. I felt sick as the voice got closer. It couldn't be could it? She can't have returned?