"I have called this meeting to order on the extremely pressing issue on the take down of public enemy number one, Michael Clifford, any thoughts?"
Having nothing to say I just stared up at Niall who was pacing around in front of Harry and I on the trampoline were we sat.
"We have successfully infiltrated the structure of they're little boy band clique," he continued, "So now we must move onto step two, cracking down on their stupid, rich, egg like skulls."
Beside me Harry raised his hand.
"Lieutenant Styles?" Niall said.
"I thought I was a general?"
"Nope, sorry."
"Captain?"
"Harry just ask your freaking question!" Niall huffed.
"Fine," Harry snapped, "How?"
"How what?"
"How are we going to break them?"
"No idea," Niall sighed sheepishly, "However that is why double agent Ash....."
"Why does he get to be a double agent?" Harry whined.
"Because he is, now stop talking before I straighten your curls!"
Immediately Harry fell silent and Niall smirked before turning to me.
"Now, as I was saying, double secret agent Ashton...."
"Just Ashton is fine really," I interrupted.
"Okay then, just Ashton," Niall replied, "You have made into enemy territory, the lambs have invited in a lion, unbeknown to them you are not a bubble headed rich little shit that needs to invest in bigger pants, you are in fact working for us to crumble the fascist like rule they hold over our place of knowledge!"
"So in other words you got in with the mean boys at school," Harry yawned.
"Yeah I know," I replied.
"Well then," Niall demanded, "how are we going to squash those putrid little shit biscuits?"
"I have no idea," I sighed, wanting nothing more then to destroy them after Michael's little stunt with Erin.
"Think!" Niall cried, "what do they like, love, care about! What are they're hopes and dreams! They're aspirations! What makes them tick!"
"I don't know," I sighed running my fingertips through my hair, "Luke is failing all his classes."
"Common knowledge," Niall sighed.
"Uh, Calum doesn't have an independent thought in his head," I tried again.
"Why am I not surprised?" Niall laughed, "he's so far up Michael's ass you can't even see his shoe laces."
"What about Michael," Harry pried, "He's got to have some kind of hang up."
"I don't know," I groaned, "He washes his hands a lot?"
"Ashton that doesn't have shit to do with shit," Niall sighed, "What are we going to so with that give him gross smelling soap?"
"Okay, okay, sorry," I sighed.
"Anything else?" Harry asked.
"He's trying to loose three pounds," I offered weekly.
"Three pounds?" Harry laughed.
"Why not four?" Niall snorted.
"Or two," Harry laughed.
