Rich Girl's Dream Come True[UNDERGOING MAJOR CONSTRUCTION]

Disguises

*Niall's P.O.V.*

I'm hungry I grumbled to myself.

"Ok. C'mon, chop,chop, lets get up!" Christopher or what I would rather call him, Chrissy, said as he knocked on the door. I peeked out of my slumber. Harry rushed to get it,"Yes?"

"Wh..wha..wha...what are you doimg in Em and Cel's room?" And he opened the door wider and saw the rest of the band and girls scrambled all over the floor.

"Long story." Harry told him.

"Oh, oooohhhh.. Ok. You had a party and did not invite me. Well, get ready. Hay, Al and I are about to leave the yacht."

"WHAT?!?" We shooted out from our slumber and turned ourselves to the door.

"Yeah, leaving in about...now."

"WHAT?!?"

"Just kidding, two hours more. But be ready." Then he gave us the evil eye.

"Zee, I tald whu! Vake wup aledy!"

"Liam, what are you doing in our bathroom?"Emma questioned.

"Blushing mah teef! Eber zeen a pewson blushing theer teef?" And then he spitted the toothpaste out.

§Thirty minutes later§

*Louis' P.O.V*

All of us were seated down -after we showered, changed and whatsoever- at the dining table having a buffet. I took a slice of bread and some butter and chocolate. Took a cup of tea and sat between to Harry and Niall.

"What the heck! Niall! You can't take all the bread!"I shouted in his face, "At least give me some!"

Everyone chuckled.

I've been having feelings for Cel, but I wonder if she has feelings for me too.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

I was walking towards the pudding table. And so was som. Carefully scooping the pudding from its bowl came a booing someone .

"Boo!"

"Ahhh!!!!!" Then I spilled some pudding onto my favourite checkered shirt. Sad. But angry.

I turned around to see a giggling Emma. Oh, how I love her face when she lau-. What am I doing? I've gotta clean up. Maybe later. I was about to grab the pudding ladle when Mr Right Hand touched Emma's Ms Right Hand.

I looked up at her.

"Sorry ladies first." I said, embarrassed.

"Thanks!" Then she scooted away.

Once I took my pudding, I walked back to my seat. I was greeted with concerned faces.

"What happened?"

"What did you do?"

"What's that?"

"Eww!"

Everyone commented me. Except Emma.

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

We were now finished with breakfast. And walking now.

At the exit of the yacht, CACHE, -we call them CACHE-gave out some disguises as we headed out of the yacht.

So what do you think?