As I wake up, I slowly realize that I'm not in my room. As my eyes adjust, I notice that I'm in my basement... and I'm not alone. I'm tucked under Harry's arm with my head laid on his chest. Oh God... I slowly pull out from the weight of his arm and get up from the couch. There are cans and popcorn pieces scattered around the floor, and the movie screen is playing it's endless trailer sequence.

As I lean down to pick up my t-shirt, which was apparently removed, leaving me in my sports bra, the curly-haired one stirs. I watch as he blinks a few times and see the comprehension flood his eyes.

"I guess we fell asleep during, what, Alice in Wonderland?" Alice is the last movie I remember putting on, after Hercules and Tarzan. That was somewhere around eight thirty this morning.

"Actually, you drifted in and out of Tarzan, and you were only awake for about five minutes of Alice. Somewhere in the middle of Tarzan is when you curled up on me. You, dear girl, are a ball of mixed signals," he grins.

"Whatever. It wasn't a conscious decision," I blush.

We continue to pick up the trash littered on the floor, then fold the blankets. As we're climbing the stairs, I remember that we weren't alone in this house last night.

"Hey, where's Niall? It's like, two in the afternoon."

"Maybe he left," he says.

"Well let's check. I'll feel bad if he died."

So we go upstairs and cross the walkway to get to my playroom. I am actually shocked to find that blondie is indeed still passed out on the futon.

"Hmmm... Do you have a bucket?" Harry smirks mischievously.

"Why, I do indeed!" I respond with the same tone.

We gather up three buckets and fill them to the brim with ice cold water. As we struggle to carry them from the bathroom to the playroom, water is sloshing over onto the floor and I can hardly contain my laughter.

"One... Two.... Three!"

We pour the water onto the sleeping Niall, who falls off the futon and lets out a scream heard only in horror movies.

"ESDRXCFTGVYBHUIJNMKOB. STYLES, YOU ARE SO DEAD!"

We can't even breathe as we run down the stairs and into the dining room. We have the advantage, because Niall doesn't know his way around my house. As I hear him calling for us, I try to catch my breath. I look up to see Harry looking at me with the same look he gave me last night. He takes the three strides to cover the ground between us, and starts to lean down... Then I hear another voice calling my name. The voice of a woman.

The voice of my mother.

"Oh good. Satan's home," I look up at Harry, "Welcome to my hell."

Notes

This is shorter than I wanted it to be, but I'm off to see the movie. AND HOLY JESUS I'M OFF TO SEE THE MOVIE I CAN'T EVEN I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED. I'll update again later tonight. Prepare yourselves for the witch that is Mother Deyes.

--JKM