Summer Nights
Chapter Thirteen
*Holly's P.O.V*
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to a large house and parked on the street among four other cars. Grabbing the pizza, I got out and went up to the door.
"NIALL, GIVE ME BACK MY DORITOS!"
"NO! THEY'RE MINE ANYWAY!"
"WRONG! I BROUGHT THEM HERE AND I HAD THEM FIRST!"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SODA?!"
"GUYS! Holly's going to be here any second!" I took that as my cue to knock. There were some crashes and a few thumps and more hollers before a flustered-looking Niall opened the door.
"Hey Holls! Come on in!" He cheerfully greeted me and ushered me inside while I braced myself for an airborne vase. I found myself in his living room, with Harry and Louis rolling on the ground, fighting over the remote while Zayn and Liam were trying to break it up. I silently approached them, and in one swift movement, I swooped down and snatched the remote.
"HEY! THAT WAS– oh, hi Holly." Harry and Louis got up, dusted themselves off, and ran to the kitchen in search for the pizza I'd brought. I rolled my eyes and helped Liam set the room back to order. Niall came back in, carrying a bunch of blankets and pillows.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" I asked, aiding Niall in arranging the blankets on the ground. Everyone knowingly looked at each other and simultaneously shouted, "TRUTH OR DARE!"
"Then a movie!" Liam added.
"Don't forget the food!" Niall chimed in.
"Sounds fun," I said, and sat down cross-legged with my back to the couch. Liam, Louis, and Zayn were facing me, and Niall was on my right with Harry on my left.
"Me first!" Louis exclaimed.
"Oh no. . ." Niall moaned. I giggled.
"Ok, Zayn! Truth or dare?" He asked, going clockwise around the circle.
"Dare," he confidently answered.
"Feeling a little manly, now aren't you?" He joked. We all laughed.
"Let's see. . . ok, I dare you to dance while we take a video and post it on Twitter!" He declared. Zayn shook his head in disbelief at Louis' evilness. We all knew he hated dancing.
"Fine. Who has cool music?' He asked. I gave him my phone, which was opened to the music app. He glanced at the song, and nodded approvingly. Harry held up his phone and put it on video mode while we moved out of the camera's range.
"Ready?" He nervously nodded and gulped. I pressed play, and Midnight City by M83 came on. Zayn started doing the moonwalk, and all of us behind the camera started cracking up, except for Harry, who was staying calm so the camera won't be shaking around. When the song finally ended, Harry ended the video and promptly joined us in our laughing escapade. Zayn crossed his arms over his chest, and sighed at us.
"Whatever guys. That was so mean! You better not post that on Twitter!" He warned.
"I'll try to talk them out of doing that," I told him. He gratefully smiled at me and we all sat back down.
I eventually succeeded in fulfilling my promise to Zayn, but I had to go next instead.
"Ok Mrs. Sass Master, truth or dare?" I was not going to do whatever this crazy group of boys will conjure up, so I answered, "Truth." Louis groaned.
"You're no fun!" He complained. I shrugged.
"That's a matter of opinion, Tomlinson," I quipped. They all laughed.
At that second, my phone rang. I answered it and put it up to my ear while the guys intently watched me. I shooed them away, and they grudgingly went inside the kitchen; probably to devour the pizza.
"Hello?"
"Hey Holly! It's Whitney, and Mom said I had to tell you something," she nervously said.
"Yes?" There was a long pause, and I could hear some shuffling on her end. I motioned with my hand for her to spit it out, even though she couldn't see me.
"Well?"
"I may have, um, accidentally misplaced some of your music stuff during the move," she quickly mumbled.
"What do you mean? Like my sheet music, or. . . bigger stuff?" I tentatively asked.
"Um. . . what do you want to hear?"
"Whit, come on! Tell me what you lost!"
"Do you need your guitar or your electric piano for the next few weeks?" She squeaked.
"WHAT?! WHITNEY ELIZABETH CREIGHTON YOU BETTER FIND MY INSTRUMENTS BEFORE I KILL YOU!" I shouted, enraged.
My electric piano was super awesome– I could choose different synth sounds and it was basically a portable keyboard, so I could have it in my room. I'd gotten my first guitar for my fifteenth birthday, and it was from my mother. Whoa, that was almost exactly like Niall's story. . . creepy.
The boys cautiously poked their heads around the kitchen doorway, drawn out by my tone and volume. It was like they were stacked on top of each other; Harry was on the bottom, Niall followed, then it was Zayn, Louis, and Liam. They looked like a totem pole. Niall mouthed to Harry, "Wow, what happened?" He shrugged, and kept on watching me. I was practically seething.
"Um, yeah, I'll try to find it by Thursday," Whitney said, then she quickly hung up. Smart move.
"Oh heck no! You did not just–" my rant got cut off by someone gently tugging away my phone and putting a glass of water in my hands. I looked up, and was met by a pair of crystal blue orbs.
"Why don't you calm down a little, love," Niall said. I sighed, and sat down where I previously sat for truth or dare.
"Thanks," I gulped down the water as he sat next to me.
"Now, what happened?" He asked.
"I may have blown up at my sister for losing my guitar and my electric piano."
"Blown up? Yeah right! You were super pis–" I glared at Louis. He held up his hands and backed up.
"Sorry! You were super. . ." he trailed off trying to think of a more appropriate term.
"Ticked off?" I offered. He nodded.
"Just so y'all know, rule one of being my best friends: don't swear or use vulgar words around me. I get all paranoid, but you can use euphemisms," I told them. They all nodded.
"Ok, um, just one question though. What exactly are yewfenissins or whatever you said?" Harry asked.
"Words that are less harsh than profanities," I said.
"Um, ok? I think, but yeah, we won't swear or anything, right?" They all agreed.
"So, why don't we continue that truth or dare game, yeah?" Zayn suggested.
Everyone went back to their original spots, and we picked up where we left off, which was me.
"Ok, and you picked truth, right?" Louis asked. I nodded.
"This is a vocabulary challenge! Because I seriously want to know how advanced your word range is," he said. Flattered, I smiled.
"So, in one super fancy word, describe whoever I name." I nodded.
"First off, me!" I rolled my eyes but smiled at his goofiness.
"Um. . . spunky, sassy, audacious, saucy or unpredictable." I said. Everyone looked at Liam, waiting for a translation.
"Those basically mean daring, loud, and crazy," he informed them.
"Words accepted!" Louis announced, sounding like a game show host.
"Next up is Zayn Malik!"
"Hmm. . . esoteric or unostentatious," I replied, quite pleased with those college-level words. The boys looked at Liam expectantly.
"Wow, those are tough ones. I don't think I know them," he admitted. Louis dramatically gasped.
"Shame Liam! She's younger than you!" He exclaimed.
"Only by four months!" I retorted.
"Fine. Ok, our next contestant is the one and only, Harry Styles!" He gestured to the curly haired boy with a grand sweep of his arm.
"That's easy. Charismatic."
"That means easily likable, or charming," Liam told them.
"Of course," Louis rolled his eyes in fake annoyance.
"So, time for Liam Payne, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Liable, or predictable. They both generally mean responsible."
"Who saw that coming?" Louis sarcastically asked. Liam playfully punched his arm and Louis moved on.
"Anyways, last but not least, the Irishman, Niall Horan!"
"Insouciant, but can be susceptible." I responded. They all looked at Liam for clarification.
"I think the first one means carefree, but I'm not sure about the second one," he said.
"Susceptible means. . . never mind," I changed my mind at the last minute, not wanting to embarrass Niall.
"It means what?" Louis begged me.
"Never mind," I said, exchanging glances with Niall. I mouthed, "I'll tell you later," over Louis' head, who was currently on his knees.
"So, that's the end of my vocabulary challenge! My turn!" I announced.
"Wait! One last person! Melissa!" Louis shouted, jumping up.
"Oh, her. Naive, stereotypical, malodorous, the list could go on," I flippantly replied.
"I don't think I want to define those," Liam joked. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Ok. . . so, Harry! Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Dare."
"Perfect. Ok, I dare you to drink half a bottle of Tabasco sauce." The boys all hooted. He reluctantly went inside the kitchen and retrieved the fated container.
"The things I do for you crazy people," he muttered before uncapping the bottle. I quickly dashed to the kitchen and got a large glass of ice-cold water. I came back in time to see that Harry's face was a shade of red I didn't even know existed.
"Need. . . water," he managed to croak out. I gave him the tall glass and he downed it in under five seconds. His face returned to normal after six minutes, and we moved on after I continuously apologized about twenty million times.
"Truth or dare, Liam?" He asked.
"Truth. I am not doing one of your crazy schemes," He answered.
"I'm with you!" I exclaimed, high-fiving him.
"As always, the boring people have to crash our mates' night. You're not fun at all. What happened to the fun Holly?" Louis jokingly asked. Harry and him started laughing at his comment. I normally would've laughed along, but those words have a significant meaning to me. I glared at them, and their laughter slowly faltered.
"What's wrong?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"You both have five seconds to run," I threatened in a low voice. Their eyes widened as they noticed my face was completely devoid of humor.
"1, 2, 3. . ." I lunged at them, and they immediately scattered.
"Hey! What happened to 4 and 5?" Louis shouted as I darted after them.
"Yeah!" Harry yelled as they ran somewhere upstairs.
"Holly! Seriously, what did they do wrong?" Liam asked from the living room.
"They said the exact same thing that my boyfriend shouted at me before he hit me, you idiots!" I shouted back. It was suddenly silent everywhere. My eyes dilated as I realized what I'd just said.
"Crud," I mumbled to myself before sliding down, my back against the wall. I buried my face in my hands.
Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to a large house and parked on the street among four other cars. Grabbing the pizza, I got out and went up to the door.
"NIALL, GIVE ME BACK MY DORITOS!"
"NO! THEY'RE MINE ANYWAY!"
"WRONG! I BROUGHT THEM HERE AND I HAD THEM FIRST!"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SODA?!"
"GUYS! Holly's going to be here any second!" I took that as my cue to knock. There were some crashes and a few thumps and more hollers before a flustered-looking Niall opened the door.
"Hey Holls! Come on in!" He cheerfully greeted me and ushered me inside while I braced myself for an airborne vase. I found myself in his living room, with Harry and Louis rolling on the ground, fighting over the remote while Zayn and Liam were trying to break it up. I silently approached them, and in one swift movement, I swooped down and snatched the remote.
"HEY! THAT WAS– oh, hi Holly." Harry and Louis got up, dusted themselves off, and ran to the kitchen in search for the pizza I'd brought. I rolled my eyes and helped Liam set the room back to order. Niall came back in, carrying a bunch of blankets and pillows.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" I asked, aiding Niall in arranging the blankets on the ground. Everyone knowingly looked at each other and simultaneously shouted, "TRUTH OR DARE!"
"Then a movie!" Liam added.
"Don't forget the food!" Niall chimed in.
"Sounds fun," I said, and sat down cross-legged with my back to the couch. Liam, Louis, and Zayn were facing me, and Niall was on my right with Harry on my left.
"Me first!" Louis exclaimed.
"Oh no. . ." Niall moaned. I giggled.
"Ok, Zayn! Truth or dare?" He asked, going clockwise around the circle.
"Dare," he confidently answered.
"Feeling a little manly, now aren't you?" He joked. We all laughed.
"Let's see. . . ok, I dare you to dance while we take a video and post it on Twitter!" He declared. Zayn shook his head in disbelief at Louis' evilness. We all knew he hated dancing.
"Fine. Who has cool music?' He asked. I gave him my phone, which was opened to the music app. He glanced at the song, and nodded approvingly. Harry held up his phone and put it on video mode while we moved out of the camera's range.
"Ready?" He nervously nodded and gulped. I pressed play, and Midnight City by M83 came on. Zayn started doing the moonwalk, and all of us behind the camera started cracking up, except for Harry, who was staying calm so the camera won't be shaking around. When the song finally ended, Harry ended the video and promptly joined us in our laughing escapade. Zayn crossed his arms over his chest, and sighed at us.
"Whatever guys. That was so mean! You better not post that on Twitter!" He warned.
"I'll try to talk them out of doing that," I told him. He gratefully smiled at me and we all sat back down.
I eventually succeeded in fulfilling my promise to Zayn, but I had to go next instead.
"Ok Mrs. Sass Master, truth or dare?" I was not going to do whatever this crazy group of boys will conjure up, so I answered, "Truth." Louis groaned.
"You're no fun!" He complained. I shrugged.
"That's a matter of opinion, Tomlinson," I quipped. They all laughed.
At that second, my phone rang. I answered it and put it up to my ear while the guys intently watched me. I shooed them away, and they grudgingly went inside the kitchen; probably to devour the pizza.
"Hello?"
"Hey Holly! It's Whitney, and Mom said I had to tell you something," she nervously said.
"Yes?" There was a long pause, and I could hear some shuffling on her end. I motioned with my hand for her to spit it out, even though she couldn't see me.
"Well?"
"I may have, um, accidentally misplaced some of your music stuff during the move," she quickly mumbled.
"What do you mean? Like my sheet music, or. . . bigger stuff?" I tentatively asked.
"Um. . . what do you want to hear?"
"Whit, come on! Tell me what you lost!"
"Do you need your guitar or your electric piano for the next few weeks?" She squeaked.
"WHAT?! WHITNEY ELIZABETH CREIGHTON YOU BETTER FIND MY INSTRUMENTS BEFORE I KILL YOU!" I shouted, enraged.
My electric piano was super awesome– I could choose different synth sounds and it was basically a portable keyboard, so I could have it in my room. I'd gotten my first guitar for my fifteenth birthday, and it was from my mother. Whoa, that was almost exactly like Niall's story. . . creepy.
The boys cautiously poked their heads around the kitchen doorway, drawn out by my tone and volume. It was like they were stacked on top of each other; Harry was on the bottom, Niall followed, then it was Zayn, Louis, and Liam. They looked like a totem pole. Niall mouthed to Harry, "Wow, what happened?" He shrugged, and kept on watching me. I was practically seething.
"Um, yeah, I'll try to find it by Thursday," Whitney said, then she quickly hung up. Smart move.
"Oh heck no! You did not just–" my rant got cut off by someone gently tugging away my phone and putting a glass of water in my hands. I looked up, and was met by a pair of crystal blue orbs.
"Why don't you calm down a little, love," Niall said. I sighed, and sat down where I previously sat for truth or dare.
"Thanks," I gulped down the water as he sat next to me.
"Now, what happened?" He asked.
"I may have blown up at my sister for losing my guitar and my electric piano."
"Blown up? Yeah right! You were super pis–" I glared at Louis. He held up his hands and backed up.
"Sorry! You were super. . ." he trailed off trying to think of a more appropriate term.
"Ticked off?" I offered. He nodded.
"Just so y'all know, rule one of being my best friends: don't swear or use vulgar words around me. I get all paranoid, but you can use euphemisms," I told them. They all nodded.
"Ok, um, just one question though. What exactly are yewfenissins or whatever you said?" Harry asked.
"Words that are less harsh than profanities," I said.
"Um, ok? I think, but yeah, we won't swear or anything, right?" They all agreed.
"So, why don't we continue that truth or dare game, yeah?" Zayn suggested.
Everyone went back to their original spots, and we picked up where we left off, which was me.
"Ok, and you picked truth, right?" Louis asked. I nodded.
"This is a vocabulary challenge! Because I seriously want to know how advanced your word range is," he said. Flattered, I smiled.
"So, in one super fancy word, describe whoever I name." I nodded.
"First off, me!" I rolled my eyes but smiled at his goofiness.
"Um. . . spunky, sassy, audacious, saucy or unpredictable." I said. Everyone looked at Liam, waiting for a translation.
"Those basically mean daring, loud, and crazy," he informed them.
"Words accepted!" Louis announced, sounding like a game show host.
"Next up is Zayn Malik!"
"Hmm. . . esoteric or unostentatious," I replied, quite pleased with those college-level words. The boys looked at Liam expectantly.
"Wow, those are tough ones. I don't think I know them," he admitted. Louis dramatically gasped.
"Shame Liam! She's younger than you!" He exclaimed.
"Only by four months!" I retorted.
"Fine. Ok, our next contestant is the one and only, Harry Styles!" He gestured to the curly haired boy with a grand sweep of his arm.
"That's easy. Charismatic."
"That means easily likable, or charming," Liam told them.
"Of course," Louis rolled his eyes in fake annoyance.
"So, time for Liam Payne, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Liable, or predictable. They both generally mean responsible."
"Who saw that coming?" Louis sarcastically asked. Liam playfully punched his arm and Louis moved on.
"Anyways, last but not least, the Irishman, Niall Horan!"
"Insouciant, but can be susceptible." I responded. They all looked at Liam for clarification.
"I think the first one means carefree, but I'm not sure about the second one," he said.
"Susceptible means. . . never mind," I changed my mind at the last minute, not wanting to embarrass Niall.
"It means what?" Louis begged me.
"Never mind," I said, exchanging glances with Niall. I mouthed, "I'll tell you later," over Louis' head, who was currently on his knees.
"So, that's the end of my vocabulary challenge! My turn!" I announced.
"Wait! One last person! Melissa!" Louis shouted, jumping up.
"Oh, her. Naive, stereotypical, malodorous, the list could go on," I flippantly replied.
"I don't think I want to define those," Liam joked. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Ok. . . so, Harry! Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Dare."
"Perfect. Ok, I dare you to drink half a bottle of Tabasco sauce." The boys all hooted. He reluctantly went inside the kitchen and retrieved the fated container.
"The things I do for you crazy people," he muttered before uncapping the bottle. I quickly dashed to the kitchen and got a large glass of ice-cold water. I came back in time to see that Harry's face was a shade of red I didn't even know existed.
"Need. . . water," he managed to croak out. I gave him the tall glass and he downed it in under five seconds. His face returned to normal after six minutes, and we moved on after I continuously apologized about twenty million times.
"Truth or dare, Liam?" He asked.
"Truth. I am not doing one of your crazy schemes," He answered.
"I'm with you!" I exclaimed, high-fiving him.
"As always, the boring people have to crash our mates' night. You're not fun at all. What happened to the fun Holly?" Louis jokingly asked. Harry and him started laughing at his comment. I normally would've laughed along, but those words have a significant meaning to me. I glared at them, and their laughter slowly faltered.
"What's wrong?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"You both have five seconds to run," I threatened in a low voice. Their eyes widened as they noticed my face was completely devoid of humor.
"1, 2, 3. . ." I lunged at them, and they immediately scattered.
"Hey! What happened to 4 and 5?" Louis shouted as I darted after them.
"Yeah!" Harry yelled as they ran somewhere upstairs.
"Holly! Seriously, what did they do wrong?" Liam asked from the living room.
"They said the exact same thing that my boyfriend shouted at me before he hit me, you idiots!" I shouted back. It was suddenly silent everywhere. My eyes dilated as I realized what I'd just said.
"Crud," I mumbled to myself before sliding down, my back against the wall. I buried my face in my hands.
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