kidnapped by one direction

CHAPTER 31

"I found the pop-tarts," Niall yelled, waving a box of cookies and cream pop-tarts in the air. I smirked, showing him the box of oreos, "And I have the oreos."

"Now let's get out of here before he finds us," Niall whispers, standing beside me. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and we slowly made our way out of Louis's room.

It wasn't long before we had to go back in, diving underneath his bed because he was coming down the hallway, towards his room.

"Be quiet," I whispered to Niall, who was munching loudly on a pop-tart.

"Sorry," he said, spitting crumbs of pop-tart all over my face.

That's when we saw two feet enter the room. Louis's feet.

They were hairy.

"Niall, I know you're in here," Louis says. Niall stays quiet, as do I.

"I do know you're in here, Niall. And Morgan." Louis walked towards the bed. "I saw you guys run in here. But where, oh where could you two be?"

He walked away from the bed, phew.

He went towards the closet, and that's when I peeked out of the bed, grabbing a handful of oreos.

"THINK FAST!" I screamed, and Louis turned around. That's when I threw an oreo at his face.

"MORGAN HOW DARE YOU!" Louis yelled.

I laughed, and threw another one. He picked them up, and threw them back at me, but horribly missed and went flying past the bed.

"Nice throw," Niall says, peeking out of under the bed, showing him a pop-tart.

"NIALL DO NOT THROW THAT AT ME!" Louis screamed. Niall threw it at him, and Louis grabbed a shirt to block it. Surprisingly the pop-tart bounced off the shirt, and landed on the floor in many pieces.

"MY POP-TART!" Niall cried, staring at the what used to be a pop-tart. "What a waste of food."

"Come get it, then, Niall, I cleaned my floor this morning, it shouldn't be too dirty, and it should be fine to eat."

Niall started getting out of the bed, when I put my hand on his shoulder, making him look back at me.

"Don't go," I whispered, "He's trying to lure you in so he can attack you with the shirt."

"A shirt won't stop me from getting my pop-tart back," Niall said, then crawled towards the pop-tart.

That's when Louis hit him with the shirt. He whipped him with the shirt, actually, on his back. It look like it hurt, because he fell to the ground, groaning.

"LOUIS YOU KILLED HIM!" I shouted, getting out of the bed too.

"Whoops."

I glared at Louis, "that's totally what you say when you kill someone."

He smiled sheepishly, "Can I have an oreo?"

"Why should I give you one?"

"Because I'm Louis Tomlinson."

"You're a murderer," I stood on my tip toes, looking him straight in the eye.

"I didn't mean to," Louis cried, "I just didn't want him to have his pop-tart."

"Doesn't mean you have to murder them," I try not to laugh.

"I'm sorry," he gasped out, "Now can I have an oreo?"

I pick up an oreo, "You want it?"

"Yes, please."

"No," I giggle, then slowly eat it.