Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

"Mmhmm. I'd Call That Snog-..."

A:N) Kinda short but atleast it's something! Just kidding I know it's short and I'm a failure but I have a horrible headache! Ask Brittney or Jessica I legitally thought I was dying in 6th period today, but I'm not! Yay... Anypoo here's this suspenseful not so suspenseful chapter. You decide and tell me what you think.

Chapter 7

“Mmhmm. I’d Call That Snog-…”

***Jessica’s POV***

The Next Morning

“I just wanted some waffles!” A loud voice screamed jerking me awake and out of the bed in a rush. I stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, a hand on my heart as I listened to the loud voices come from the kitchen just down the hall.

“Well it’s not my fault you can’t cook!”

“I asked you to make me some! If you didn’t want me to burn your pans you shouldn’t have told me to make them!”

“Oh shut it Louis!” Niall shouted aggravation clear in his voice as the loud sound of footsteps grew closer to the room I was standing in.

“Bloody hell Niall it isn’t like you can’t buy more!”

“You’re right Louis I can buy more, but I’m not the one who’s going to buy more! You are! Now get the hell out of my flat, I don’t want to be around the bloke who ruined all of my cooking pans and my kitchen!”

“It isn’t even that bad!” Loud footstep came right before a loud slam echoed from down stairs. Once I was sure I hear Niall go into his room to cool off I decided I’d make my escape to see how bad his kitchen really was.

Like the ninja I am I rolled out of my room and jumped down the stairs gracefully… well in my mind that’s how it went. In reality it was probably just me thinking about doing a cartwheel, which meant I raised my arms before putting them down. Crawled down the stairs, one step at a time, before stumbling on the last step falling flat on my face but jumped up quickly and looked around making sure no one saw it; and most importantly sang the Mission Impossible theme song the whole way to make the dream full circle.

Yep I was a dangerous mofo…

Once I stepped in the kitchen I was greeted by the strong smell of disinfectants and bleach. Towels and scorched pans laid carelessly across the room, covered in cream colored slime. The walls and floor were covered in the same type material along with the stove and kettle setting on top. I guess the most shocking was the large splatter of slime covering Niall’s prized ceramic leprechaun that he was given to by a fan.

“Bloody hell…” A voice said from behind me making me whip my head to the kitchen door. Zayn and Niall stood behind me, Zayn’s eyes wide as he looked around the war zone and Niall’s agitated blue eyes scanning each and every part of the room. “Well at least it’s all a one color.”

Niall gave him a cold glare as Zayn said this. “Shut up…”

“Aw come on Nialler it isn’t that bad. It’s… it’s just a little slimy, that’s all.” I said patting on his red cheek as I gave him a little smile. Look who’s a ball of confidence!

He pouted, jutting his lip out cutely but nodded his head, slumping back into the living room. Zayn shook his head in my direction (ha) before grabbing his jacket and waving a goodbye to Niall, shutting the door quietly behind him.

A wave of exhaustion over took me making me sleepy. I pulled a Niall and slumped over to the room Niall was at, spotting my favorite Irish lad sitting on the long red sofa. Sneakily, or well really slow, I walked behind the back of the sofa, laying on the back of it before falling into Niall’s lap with a grunt.