Masked

I come to my senses lying down on a very soft bed. I look around at the tiny room with blue walls-it seems so familiar, but I'm not so sure that my "gut feel" is right. I mean, I'm not at Harry's house, right?

"Is he bleeding?" A soft, British accented voice asks.

"Bleeding?! Your best friend has a broken arm and you're worried about the blood?!" An Irish voice exclaims.

"Niall, don't be harsh,” a loud, accented voice says.

“Shush uf, gash,” a deep British accent commands.

The door opens, revealing three faces-one pale and tear-streaked, one red from fury/worry, one set in a poker face and the one with a slightly lumpy left cheek due to the amount of cotton stuffed in his mouth.

“Louis!!!” Harry shouts, running over to me. “Are woo okay?”

“Yes,” I say, smiling because of Harry’s strange accent (no not his usual accent, but his accent with the cotton balls).

“Why are woo shmiwing?” Harry asks, a dimple appearing on his cheek.

“Did he ask Louis why he was swimming?” Niall asks.

“No Niall, he said “Why are you smiling?”” Liam says, shaking his head.

“Fishpalm,” Harry says, causing a bubble of laughter to escape from Zayn.

Niall and I burst out laughing as well, while Liam fishpalms…just kidding, Liam facepalms.

“Remove those cotton balls from your mouth, Harry!” Liam commands.

“But ish funny!”

“No, it’s ridiculous!”

“Nonshenshe!”

“Did he say non sensei?” Niall asks, raising an eyebrow, which causes Zayn to roar with laughter.

“Seriously Niall,” Liam says. “How can you hear such words from garbled speaking?”

“Well he did say “fishpalm” a while ago.”

“That was something everyone heard. But “swimming” is not close to “smiling” and “nonsense” is not close to “non sensei”!”

“Well, that’s what I heard!”

“Well then, clean your ears!”

“You know you like it…”

“I know I don’t!” Liam says, smiling in spite of his words.

“Gash, shap!!” Harry exclaims.

“You want us to shop?!”

“No, I mean shap ash in shap caing shap caing I dot wanna chak anymore.”

“Your dot wants to chalk?!”

I look down and smile at the bed sheets. I’m pretty sure that by this time, my cheeks are bright red from laughing too hard.

“Stop it, you two, can’t you see that you’re killing Louis?”

An eerie silence fills the room. I open my eyes and see Harry covering his mouth and trembling slightly.

“Just in case you have forgotten, Mr. Payne, Harry Styles is necrophobic.”

“Necrophobic?!” Liam exclaims. “By the look of things, Harry’s more thanatophobic than necrophobic!”

We all stare at Liam in confusion. Thanatophobic?!

Notes

Garbled vocabulary with Niall's funny interpretations. Hope this chapter made you all laugh a bit.

This chapter came a little late, but I will try to update ASAP.

Enjoy~