It Doesn't Change A Thing.. ( 1D ) Editing

Pranksters

' You two are dead men walking! ' I seethed as I shot out of my comfy seat and attempted to strangle the two boybanders right in front of me.

Zayn's eyes widened for a second before returning to normal. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly ' ask me if I give a motherfuck ' A shit eating grin appearing on his face as he scrambled over Niall into the aisle.

Louis seeming to realize that his friend had left him with me let out a high pitched giggle before scurrying after said friend.

A nasty scowl on my face, I followed after the two troublemakers,  tryin to catch them before they could lock themselves in the bathroom.

' You little bastards, get your asses back here! '

Ten minutes later they had managed to shake me off their trail. I didn't even know how it happend, I was stalking after them through the board restaurant when they suddenly ducked down and disappeared from my sight. I had almost run into a waiter because I was to busy peeking under the tables to notice him.

Giving up on looking for them in there, I figured they would already have left or hid somewhere to laugh at my expense, so I returned to the seat area, trying to finally catch them.

Seeing as I couldn't exactly run in such limited space, I took to speed walking through the aisles, even going as far as to look under the seats of other passengers.

' Come on guys. I won't hurt you that much!   I even put that baseball bat away! '

' That's not really comforting now, is it? ' a rumbling voice behind me sounded. Startled I turned around,  looking directly at a male flight attendant.  A rather amused one at that.

' Uh, yeah...I'm looking for two friends, uhm they, uh left me a little something while I was asleep. ' I responded poiting at my face, or rather the mustache on it.

The man just laughed quietly at me ' I figured that much. Well then,  I guess I should tell you that two very frazzled looking guys stormed into the kitchen, approximately five minutes ago. You know,  before any of the other passengers get freaked out or complain. '

Somehow, he had managed to look stern enough for me to feel like a naughty child getting scolded by their father. Still, I couldn't help but perk up at the mention of my two traitorous comrades' whereabouts.

' The kitchen you said? Well, uh I guess I should just, uh ' I pointed behind me and started backing up before turning and full out sprinting towards where I had seen a "kitchen" sign.

Bursting through the door, I panted and put my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

' Come out come out wherever you are! ' I sing- songed, skipping through the kitchen, earning a few weirded out glances from the staff but none of them actually told me to leave.

As I was passing a cupboard to my right,  I heard a smothered sneeze coming from the confined space. A sly grin appeared on my face and I yanked the door open and Zayn and Louis tumbled onto the floor at my feet.

' Had a nice little giggle there mates? ' I asked them flatly. Once the dazed expressions left their faces they started to laugh hysterically obviously enjoying seeing me upset.

' Seriously. What was the point of drawing on my face anyways? You must've known that I would be angry...' Then I realised that that was exactly the reason they had used me as their canvas.

It was a distraction. An annoying and frustrating one but a distraction none the less.

' Aww guys, you care about me! '

Louis looked at me strangely while Zayn just snickered ' How did you get that from us drawing on your face? Permanently might I add! '

I just shrugged ' So you're saying you don't care about me? ' With that my lip started to quiver and my eyes glazed over. In sync their eyes widened, as they hurried to get up, obviously realising what I was going to do.

' No, no no no! Don't, for the love of-  Em! '

It was too late for that though, as I was already hurrying down the halls towards Niall's and my seat.

' Niall! ' I called out as soon as I could see his blond hair over the edge of the seat.

Hearing the strain in my voice he turned around, his eyes immediately locking on mine.

Behind me I heard Zayn and Louis coming to a halt, violently cursing.

' Shit fuck dammit! '

Upon hearing that Niall shot his friends a weird look before turning his attention back to me.

' What's wrong Em- are you crying?' He asked incredulously.

' No she isn't! ' Louis stammered out before back paddling ' I mean yes, she is but- ' Niall cut him off with a look ' Em, what happened? ' He got up and wrapped his arms around me.

Over his shoulder I sent the two troublemakers a smug look ' th- they tricked m- me into thi- thinking they are h- hurt and then, then laugh- laughes at me when I-I got worried. ' I stuttered out, annoying even myself.

'What? ' The Irish lad shot his mates a sharp look and put me into his seat. Wrapping the  blanket he had packed around me, he told me softly ' I'll be back in a minute.  I just have to talk to Zayn and Louis for a second. '

Inwardly smirking I shot the two of them a wounded look and snuggled further into my blanket, receiving a glare from both Louis and Zayn.

When the small group was gone, I let out a small laugh and started to wipe my face clean. Hoping that Louis got the message. Don't ever prank a prankster!