Then [h.s.]

05

Angel's POV

I collapsed on my bed, worn out from the games of laser tag.

All of which Louis and I won, may I add.

We had the perfect spot on the second floor, where we could see anyone walking around below. We shot them from above, leaving them absolutely bewildered, since there was no one around. Quite brilliant, if I do say so myself.

At some point, random other people discovered our spot (snoop much?) and tried to invade, so I crouched behind a wall and shot anyone who approached while Louis guarded my back.

And to conclude my essay, we make an awesome team.

Louis, Harry, and Niall would be up soon, all three of them went to get junk food from the grocery store. I just hoped at least one of them would remember to get me Twix.

I turned over on my bed and slid my arms under my pillows, creating a perfect nest for my head. The neon yellow EXTREME LASER TAGGING!!! wristband dug into my skin. I tugged at it, groaning as I wondered where in the world my scissors went.

I found them in a bag that was stuffed full of friendship bracelet string. As I plopped back down on my bed, sliding one blade under the suffocating bracelet, someone knocked loudly on the door.

I snipped the bracelet off, tossing the bag back into my drawer and moving to go down the stairs.

"Who is it?" I sang jokingly. Niall's
annoyed voice answered.

"It's Daniel Radcliffe, now open up." I laughed, opening the door. All three boys' hands were filled with bags, but I could barely see Louis past Harry's large frame.

"It would have been more convincing if one of the other boys had said that, seeing as they're actually British." Niall rolled his eyes. "And you do remember that you have a key, right?"

"My hands are full," Niall said in an annoyed voice. "Can you take one of these?" I crossed my arms,
pretending to contemplate.

"No, that's okay." I opened the door wider. "You can come in,
though." Louis sighed in relief.

"Thank you, these bags are getting heavy," Harry stumbled inside.

"Here, let me get those for you." I stifled a laugh when Niall glared at me, setting his bags down on the counter.

"Thanks for helping me, best friend," he said sarcastically.

"Any time," I smile widely. "That's what friends are for."

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HEYY

I wrote that a few days ago, I don't think it's any good though...

I write random scenes for my books all the time, like if I see a couple doing something cute my first thought is "they're holding hands, I want them dead" and my second is "IMMA PUT THAT IN A STORY" and my third is when I don't have a story that that cute scene would fit in "IMMA WRITE A STORY JUST FOR THAT" so I have like 193746 scenes for this book written out and I just need to connect them all...
That picture is so random...
Well I hope you enjoyed...
I'm using a lot of '...'s today...

Bye!:)