Bad Girl
Tape
- Prim's POV -
When I wake in the morning, the room is empty. I groan, I woke because of the boys' ruckus downstairs. I swear, I am going to murder them some day.
I walk into the bathroom to pee when I see myself in the mirror. I scream, then yell at the top of my lungs: "WHO IN THE FLYING SHIT DREW A MUSTACHE ON MY FACE!?!!?"
I hear the noise stop. Then Niall's adorable laugh comes bouncing up, but I am not in the mood for his laugh right now. I stomp down the stairs and into the living room. Everyone but Liam snickers and tries to suppress their giggles. I growl, shutting them up.
"Who did this to me?" I say in the calmest voice possible. "You spit it out now, the chances are better than if I find out on my own."
The boys just stand there, silent. Louis and Harry (who are the ones I suspect) have hard expressions, not giving me any hint.
"Suspenders. Curly. Tattoos. Shorty. Puppy Face (nick-name for my Leeyum). Park it." I snap, pointing to the couch. They all sit in sync. I smile evilly at them, then run to grab a Sharpie. I uncap the marker, making a faint 'pop'. "Last chance. Pour your heart out, or feel my wrath."
"Is that it?" Louis pipes up, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Wow, Prim, you've lost your touch."
"Says the one who go kicked in the balls yesterday, by the threatening." Zayn mumbles, nodding in my direction. I cock my head to the side, still smiling.
"If that's the way you want it...." I walk over to Louis and start to draw all over his face. He wiggles so I have to sit on him. In the end, he has a very messy mustache, beard, and uni-brow.
Next, I move onto Zayn, then Niall and Liam, doing the same as I did to Louis. But Liam has the least amount of Sharpie on him with only a beard. When I get to Harry, he starts to wiggle, so I sit on him, too. He smirks and I slap his shoulder. I put on the usual setup, then I write 'I'm an idiot' on his left cheek. I hop off Harry and walk back up to my room with a huge grin on my face.
I go into the bathroom once again and search the cabinet above the toilet. Bingo! I snatch the rubbing alcohol, take a q-tip, and begin to smear some all over my 'mustache'. It comes off like magic, looks like there was nothing on my face in the first place. I hurry and wash my upper lip, then run downstairs to get some breakfast.
"What!? How did you get the marker off your face?" Louis asks when he sees me grabbing a cereal box out of the cupboard. He was attempting to scrub his fair share off so it isn't as noticeable, but he failed. "Seriously!"
"Secret." I tell him, pouring the cereal and milk into a bowl, then shove some into my mouth. When I finish my cereal, I set the bowl in the sink, then sit in the living room and watch T.V.
* * *
"Say hello to the camera!" Harry yells, running in with a camcorder, my camcorder to be exact. I scowl at him.
"Harry! Give that back! it's not yours!" I stand and chase him around the room. Harry taunts me, holding it just above my reach. I swear under my breath. Harry laughs. "Harry! Give it to me!"
"No, now say hi!" Harry yells, tilting the camera so it sees my face. I squeak and hide behind Liam. Harry looks at me weird.
"I hate my voice on tape, now give me my camcorder!" I yell , still hiding. I peer over Liam's shoulder, Harry turned it off. I run to retrieve my camera, but before I go upstairs, I punch Harry in the stomach, hard. "Asshole."
I stomp up the stairs and flop onto my bed. I groan and delete the video so no one else will be able to see it. Liam comes into the room and sits next to me.
"Want to guess what we're gonna do tomorrow?" He asks, with a warm smile on his face. I roll my eyes and turn over so I won't look at him. "Prim...."
"What? Please tell me what we're going to do tomorrow." I snap, flipping back over to see Liam, on the verge of tears. "Oh, no.... I'm so sorry baby. I'm just ticked off at Curly."
Liam smiles weakly, but the tears still glisten in his eyes. I hug him and he squeezes me. "Boo, I'm serious this time, please tell me what we're gonna to do."
"We're going to a water-park tomorrow. Me, you, and the other four boys." Liam says, pulling away. I smile, this is so cool.
"That sounds awesome! When are we going?"
"We leave at ten a.m."
When I wake in the morning, the room is empty. I groan, I woke because of the boys' ruckus downstairs. I swear, I am going to murder them some day.
I walk into the bathroom to pee when I see myself in the mirror. I scream, then yell at the top of my lungs: "WHO IN THE FLYING SHIT DREW A MUSTACHE ON MY FACE!?!!?"
I hear the noise stop. Then Niall's adorable laugh comes bouncing up, but I am not in the mood for his laugh right now. I stomp down the stairs and into the living room. Everyone but Liam snickers and tries to suppress their giggles. I growl, shutting them up.
"Who did this to me?" I say in the calmest voice possible. "You spit it out now, the chances are better than if I find out on my own."
The boys just stand there, silent. Louis and Harry (who are the ones I suspect) have hard expressions, not giving me any hint.
"Suspenders. Curly. Tattoos. Shorty. Puppy Face (nick-name for my Leeyum). Park it." I snap, pointing to the couch. They all sit in sync. I smile evilly at them, then run to grab a Sharpie. I uncap the marker, making a faint 'pop'. "Last chance. Pour your heart out, or feel my wrath."
"Is that it?" Louis pipes up, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Wow, Prim, you've lost your touch."
"Says the one who go kicked in the balls yesterday, by the threatening." Zayn mumbles, nodding in my direction. I cock my head to the side, still smiling.
"If that's the way you want it...." I walk over to Louis and start to draw all over his face. He wiggles so I have to sit on him. In the end, he has a very messy mustache, beard, and uni-brow.
Next, I move onto Zayn, then Niall and Liam, doing the same as I did to Louis. But Liam has the least amount of Sharpie on him with only a beard. When I get to Harry, he starts to wiggle, so I sit on him, too. He smirks and I slap his shoulder. I put on the usual setup, then I write 'I'm an idiot' on his left cheek. I hop off Harry and walk back up to my room with a huge grin on my face.
I go into the bathroom once again and search the cabinet above the toilet. Bingo! I snatch the rubbing alcohol, take a q-tip, and begin to smear some all over my 'mustache'. It comes off like magic, looks like there was nothing on my face in the first place. I hurry and wash my upper lip, then run downstairs to get some breakfast.
"What!? How did you get the marker off your face?" Louis asks when he sees me grabbing a cereal box out of the cupboard. He was attempting to scrub his fair share off so it isn't as noticeable, but he failed. "Seriously!"
"Secret." I tell him, pouring the cereal and milk into a bowl, then shove some into my mouth. When I finish my cereal, I set the bowl in the sink, then sit in the living room and watch T.V.
* * *
"Say hello to the camera!" Harry yells, running in with a camcorder, my camcorder to be exact. I scowl at him.
"Harry! Give that back! it's not yours!" I stand and chase him around the room. Harry taunts me, holding it just above my reach. I swear under my breath. Harry laughs. "Harry! Give it to me!"
"No, now say hi!" Harry yells, tilting the camera so it sees my face. I squeak and hide behind Liam. Harry looks at me weird.
"I hate my voice on tape, now give me my camcorder!" I yell , still hiding. I peer over Liam's shoulder, Harry turned it off. I run to retrieve my camera, but before I go upstairs, I punch Harry in the stomach, hard. "Asshole."
I stomp up the stairs and flop onto my bed. I groan and delete the video so no one else will be able to see it. Liam comes into the room and sits next to me.
"Want to guess what we're gonna do tomorrow?" He asks, with a warm smile on his face. I roll my eyes and turn over so I won't look at him. "Prim...."
"What? Please tell me what we're going to do tomorrow." I snap, flipping back over to see Liam, on the verge of tears. "Oh, no.... I'm so sorry baby. I'm just ticked off at Curly."
Liam smiles weakly, but the tears still glisten in his eyes. I hug him and he squeezes me. "Boo, I'm serious this time, please tell me what we're gonna to do."
"We're going to a water-park tomorrow. Me, you, and the other four boys." Liam says, pulling away. I smile, this is so cool.
"That sounds awesome! When are we going?"
"We leave at ten a.m."
Notes
Hello my lovely pickles!I'm hoping that you are having a wonderful day!
Because I know I'm not, school starts tomorrow! :(
Anyways, guys, if you like this story please tell me in the comments below.
I think it's almost over, I'm think about 5 - 8 more chapters until the finish!
10/5/13