I Will Survive... with Louis Tomlinson?

Scarlett’s POV

“The lights are still on.” I stated, stopping dead in my tracks.

“They probably just left them on for us.” Harry replied, literally dragging me towards the door. “They’re not gonna bite you.” He chuckled.

“Yes because the reason I’m not moving is because I think everyone in there is going to bite me.” I retorted sarcastically.

“Don’t make me tickle you.” He threatened.

“I am not responsible for any actions in which my body may do whilst you tickle me.”

“What?”

“If I kick you, it’s your own fault.” I smirked at him.

“You kick like a girl.” He winked.

“You won’t be saying that when I kick you where it hurts.” I winked back at him.

“Now that’s just plain mean.” He gasped.

“Well my middle name is pain.”

“No, your middle name is sarcastic.” He chuckled.

“You’re just jealous of how literate I am.” I proudly grinned.

“Yes of course, Miss Oxford University Valedictorian.” He sarcastically replied.

“Shut up you waffly twat.”

“What?” He scoffed.

“You’d understand if you watched YouTube videos other than ones of yourself.” I chuckled.

“I can’t help it if YouTube recommends this handsome prince but when I end up clicking on it, it’s actually me.” He joked.

“Yes, completely YouTube’s fault.” I replied rolling my eyes at him.

“C’mon I’m getting frost bite.”

“You’re wearing at least 5 layers, look at me.”

“Well before you ran out you could have grabbed a jumper.” He sardonically responded. I whacked his stomach playfully before following him to the tour bus door.

“What was I thinking?” I joked. “You owe me a hot chocolate since you let mine go cold.” I frowned.

“Oh yeah, and I also owe you a marvellous night with a drunken Scottish man.”

“Now whose middle name is sarcastic?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Still you, now c’mon before my 4 nipples fall off.”

“You have 4 nipples?”

“5 if you count the one between my toes.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Why does every girl say that?” He asked looking in deep thought.

“I have absolutely no idea because having a nipple between your toes is completely normal.”

“Jealous?”

“Totally.”

“I can’t hear anything, told you they would all be in bed.” He smiled down at me.

“Who knew you could get something right for once?” I smirked up at him as I pulled the door open.

I walked up the stairs and into the hallway section which was linked to the kitchen and front lounge, where five sets of eyes were staring directly at me. I spun 180 degrees on my heal and walked straight back from where I came from, although this time there was an obstacle, which I walked directly into. My face was now practically implanted in Harry’s chest.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“You make a very good door, but would you kindly move.”

“Doors locked.”

“Not today.” I stated.

“I am the door, I decide when I’m locked.”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked taking a step back and raising my eyebrows at him. He gave me a confused look but when I looked down at my slowly rising knee he soon knew what I meant.

“Okay, no hurting the door tonight.” He replied slightly uneasy and lowering my knee. “And you’re staying here tonight.” He commanded.

“That’s a bit mean, there isn’t a bed on the floor.”

“I don’t mean exactly here.” He chuckled. “I meant on this bus.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“We’ll tape you to the top of the bus with a water bottle glued to your mouth.” Niall chirped in.

“I’ve always wanted that.” I replied cynically.

“It’s either your bunk or the top of the bus.”

“Can I not just sleep in the suitcase compartment underneath?” I whined.

“Yeah, can’t she?” Oh, I see the she devil is still here.

“Kendall, she isn’t sleeping with the suitcases.” Harry sighed at her.

“Is she sharing a bunk with you, you are going out right?”

“Oh my god, how dumb is she?” I whispered to Harry as he laughed in response at me, and at her.

“She has her own bunk, unlike you.” He tutted.