“What is that? What is that? What is that? Get me out of here before I wet myself. Oh my God…” Your nails dig deeper into his skin and he starts to laugh at you. Then something catches his eye that freaks him out as well.
“Jesus Christ! Run!!” he shouts turning around. The two of you make a break for it, unable to breathe easy again until you reach home.
Louis:
“Where are we going?” you ask as Louis drives you further into some dark, vacant area.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere…”
“[Y/N], how many times do I have to tell you to just relax? You’ll see soon enough.”
“Louis, this looks like the setting of some gory horror movie…” you say nervously. He just laughs at you before travelling the last couple minutes in silence. When he parks the car outside of some run-down little shack surrounded by woods, you stare at him doe-eyed. His eyes gleam in amusement in the moonlight.
“Apparently this house is haunted so I thought we could check it out,” he explains.
“I figured as much,” you state dryly.
He reaches over and strokes your hair, “It’ll be fun, come on.”
“If we die in there, I’m gonna kill you,” you threaten.
“That doesn’t make any sense…” he mutters.
“Shut up. I hate you right now.” You both get out of the car and approach the front door. You take Louis’ hand and hold it in a death grip. You step through the doorway cautiously and follow Louis as he begins exploring, scanning his flashlight across the empty room. You get further into the house, and you’re feeling even more on edge.
As you’re concentrating on not being attacked by a ghost, Louis suddenly jumps around and yells, “Boo!” You scream bloody murder and smack him a few times. He laughs and tries to wrap you in a hug. You avoid his embrace and run back to the car where you jump in and slam the door behind you. Louis takes his time getting back to the car and doesn’t stop laughing at you the whole ride home.
Liam:
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Liam asks and you can tell by the slight tremble in his voice that he’s scared out of his mind.
“Come on, it will be fun! It’s all just a myth anyway, so there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you try to convince him.
“Afraid? I’m not afraid. I just want to make sure you’re alright, that’s all,” he denies.
You just giggle as he continues, “Besides, if it’s all just a myth then why are we going?” You give a slight shrug.
“I just thought it would be something interesting to do.” As you approach the front door to the supposedly haunted house, you push it open. It creaks loudly, causing Liam to gulp audibly like something out of a cartoon. He fumbles to turn on his flashlight as you step in. Liam follows close behind, practically stepping on your heels as you slowly creep your way through the house. Something clambers in the corner causing you both to jump and scream. Liam bolts for the door, screaming the whole way. You laugh and follow him out.
“We’re leaving. I’m going home!” he states as he marches off towards home, never once turning back.
“Liam! It was probably just a raccoon!” you call after him through your laughter. He doesn’t respond as he keeps bee-lining it home, so you hop down the front steps and jog to catch up with him, easing his heightened nerves when you finally reach him and grab hold of his hand.
Zayn:
The closer you get to the haunted house Zayn had insisted you both go to, the tighter the nervous knot in your stomach gets.
“You’ll be fine, baby. It’s probably not even really haunted. It’s probably just a myth that someone made up to scare the people in the neighborhood,” he coaxes.
“Well, it’s working,” you say grabbing onto his upper arm as the house comes into view. When you cross through the front gate to the yard, your fingers tighten around his arm, digging your nails into his skin. You’re half-expecting a ghost to jump out at you when you walk through the front door. So when one doesn’t, you relax a little bit. As Zayn drags you further into the house and nothing strange happens, you feel yourself lightening up and trying to enjoy the experience. A floorboard squeaks under your feet and Zayn freezes.
“What was that?” he asks in a rushed, hushed tone.
“It was just the floor, Zayn.”
“Right, yeah, of course it was,” he says sounding a bit on edge.
“You know, you were the one who wanted to come here,” you point out.
“I changed my mind,” he responds quickly, clearly freaked out as he turns around and heads back towards the door.
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A/N
Hello!
Remember these are NOT mine! I get them from tumblr!
Niall Horan, THE Niall Horan waved to me on his twitcam today. I asked him, "Niall if you see these, wave." AND HE FREAKING WAVED. I STARTED TO CRY AND SCREAM AND I WAS SHAKING I JUST COULDN'T STOP SMILING ALL DAY!
Well, that was a wonderful 5 seconds(of summer) haha get it;)
Oh and Niall said that he was going to do another twitcam sometime this week, so be ready!!
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