Crap!They're real! (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 11- New Heights

Sam’s POV

The next morning, Mc shook me awake. “No.” I murmur,

“Sam” She reminds me “we’ve got to get out before the boys wake up!” I hop out of bed and quickly threw on black sweat shorts with pink accents and a black sports bra. Mc’s already dressed in a blue t-shirt and pink nike fits. We creep downstairs as quietly as we can, of course, bumping our heads on the celling at least 10 times on the way down the stairs while we’re at it. When we’re finally out of the house, we jog for a bit and then break into running, talking when we’re not too out of breath. When we finally reach our destination, we sit on the fence that seems to be EVERYWHERE in the entire country side of Iowa (which is most of Iowa). I pull out my phone and open the Sam Cam app, I select the kitchen camera, and hear screaming. I zoom out so I can see views from all the cameras; I find the source of the screaming. I click on the camera in the little blue room where Louis and Harry are sleeping. We’d short sheeted their pull out bed on the couch. Next we hear the sounds of panicked running. A little voice squeaks

“No food!” Mc and I look at each other and say

“Niall” at the same time. I select the kitchen camera and see him lying on the floor, breathing heavily. “Good God, you’d think he’s dying or something” I comment, forgetting that my voice would play through the speaker. Mc and I’s eyes widened. “Shiz” I whisper. “I’m hearing things now!! Lord help me!!!!!’ I close down the app to allow Mc and I to have a laughing fit. I re-open it and check the bedrooms, Zayn, of course, is still asleep, but Liam is awake, he whimpers and bites his lip. I open my mouth to speak, and then shut it. I tap settings and turn off the microphone half way, so we can still hear them, but they can’t hear us.

“Mc, can we go back and save Liam? Please?” I ask in a ‘near-tears’ voice. I turn to Mc, there are tears in her eyes, too. She nods fervently Mc and I started the 3 mile run back to the house, but in the meantime…

Zayn POV

I was awoken to Liam’s voice.

“Zayn! Zayn! ZAYN!!” His cries got louder and more desperate.

I groaned, but got out of bed, Liam sat on the edge of his bed whimpering. There were spoons everywhere, 50% of which had smiley face stickers stuck or drawn on. They were stuck on the ceiling, walls, and even Liam’s bed. Some were even stuck to his pants and shirt.

“Zayn!” he whispered excitedly, “Help me please?!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at him, the most responsible and seemingly oldest out of all of us was scared out of his wits in a split second by little pieces of metal.

“It’s not funny!” he whined.

“No, it is,” I said nodding my head matter of factly.

I took all of the spoons off of his bed and made a clear pathway for him to pass through. He whimpered a small “Thanks” as he walked out of the room, leaving me to pick up the rest of the spoons.

“You’re very welcome!” I said sarcastically.

I couldn’t hear any noises coming from the other boys, so I figured he was the only one pranked. I couldn’t help but wonder why. I mean, Liam hadn’t done anything to them.

“Oh well,” I thought to myself, “at least they didn’t prank me.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I picked up a smiley faced spoon. Even though I wasn’t afraid of spoons, I must admit, they were pretty creepy. When I was finished picking up the spoons, I went back downstairs to take a shower. I noticed Niall lying on the kitchen floor. Nothing unusual there. Liam, Harry, and Louis were nowhere to be seen. I shrugged it off and took my shower. When I got out, I wrapped myself in a fuzzy pink towel and pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed my ‘hair stuff’ bag and started at my usual hairdo. In the middle of designing my quiff, I stopped short. There were blonde streaks running through the middle of my quiff. I held back a scream and frantically grabbed for my shampoo, I squeezed out a little bit. I groaned aloud, Niall’s shampoo for dyed blondes. I looked back at the mirror, and too be honest, it didn’t look half bad. I just had to push it over a bit and, ta-da! Now that my hair was fully done, it looked awesome; looks like someone’s prank hadn’t worked out so well. I smiled smugly at my reflection and walked out of the bathroom. I stepped over Niall, and picked up a note that was sitting on the kitchen table. I read aloud: