One Thing (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

7 Months Later

"Darion, stop," I said, through my fits of laughter, "I mean it Darion! Stop tickling me!"

He stopped tickling me, but left his hands on my stomach and tilted his head, "Hmm, NO!" He yelled, and continued tickling me, although I prefered to call it torturing

"I'm gonna h-hurt you!" I said, warning him about his fate if he did not stop.

"I don't think you are!" He said, tickling me harder.

I tried swatting his hands away, but that didn't work, so I decided I would have to go to plan B: Get away and run as fast as I possibly could.

"L-look Darion! Is t-that your phone ringing?" I said, in an attempt to get him to stop, just long enough to get away.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? I'm not falling for that one!" He said, not stopping.

"Stop, or t-the next time you c-come over my house I-i'll let my d-dog eat you!" I said, now trying anything to get away, because if he didn't, I'd probably pee my pants.

"Oh, right, cause I'm SURE your dog would do that." He said sarcstically.

"I'M GONNA PEE MY PANTS!" I yelled, probably loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

"Ahh, don't pee on me!" He yelled, jumping away from me.

I quickly got up off the floor, "HA, I LIED. I DON'T REALLY HAVE TO PEE!" I yelled and ran out of his room and down the stairs which led into his foyer.

"You little brat! Get back here!" He yelled running out of his room and to the top of the stairs.

"Give me a head start?" I asked sweetly, looking up the stairs at him. If I didn't get a head start, he'd probably get me before I got a step away from the stairs.

"You have thirty seconds," He said evilly, and I smiled, "STARTING NOW!"

I squealed and ran into his kitchen, past his mom and over to my bag. I threw my bag over my shoulder and ran out of the kitchen, "Bye, Mrs. Bainbridge!" I yelled as I ran out.

"Goodbye, Maeve," Mrs. Bainbridge said, slightly confused.

I ran over to the front door and whipped it open, a cool breeze floating in past me. I looked around the door and saw Darion still standing on the top of the stairs.

"10 SECONDS." Darion said, then started counting down.

I screamed and ran out of the house, closing the door as I went. I ran down the gravel walk way, tripping over the edge of the sidewalk as I got on it. Once I was on the sidewalk, I started running in the direction of my house. A few seconds later, I heard another pair of footsteps hit the cement.

"C'mon, Maeve, where'ya goin'?" He yelled evilly, running after me.

I turned back to look how far away he was, about fifty feet and still coming. I ran faster, taking longer strides. That resulted in Darion running faster, as I could hear him as his feet slapped the sidewalk.

There were people in some of the yards we past, looking up at us quickly, but continuing what they were doing when they figured out that it was Darion and I. You see, these kind of things were usual occurances around the neighborhood because of Darion and I, and our neighbors were already used to our childishness. Now if it were anyone else chasing me down the street, the police would be called. But not in this instance, because everyone thought 'Oh, it's just those two again".

I was about a block and a half away from my house when my legs started getting tired. And unfortunately for me, Darion was a very persistant guy, and he was right on my tail. If I stopped now, he'd catch me and I'd probably be held prisoner and tickled to death. So, I ran on, even though I knew my legs would consist of jelly the next day since I also had dance tonight.

I kept running until I saw something laying in the middle of the sidewalk about twenty feet in front of me. A knocked over garbage can. I weighed my options; slow down, go around and get caught, or jump the can. I picked jump the can. I ran faster and leaped over the garbage can, landing on my feet, and continued running. Darion wasn't expecting that, and he decided to go around the can, but stumbled over the lid, making me farther ahead. That made me happy.

I finally got to the point where I could see my house, and I silently rejoiced in my head. But my rejoicing was cut short when I heard Darion's footsteps behind me, and they were close. I was so close, I couldn't give up now. And I especially couldn't let Darion win. So, I knew it wasn't a good thing, but I was going to cheat a little. I shoved my hand into my bag and grabbed a random piece of blank paper and pulled it out. I crumpled it into a ball, and threw it over my shoulder. Because I knew, if it didn't hit Darion, it would at least distract him for a couple of seconds.