Maid For You (1D Fan Fic)

Take me home.

Friday (6:00pm)

Tim threw open the doors to his home and pointed to Niall.

"HEY! NIALL! YOU'RE JUST IN TIME!"

Niall stepped back as Tim ran towards him.

"Hey, mate! Ready to PARTY?!" Tim barked.

"I thought your house was on fire," Niall folded his arms and sternly eyed Tim.

"Nah, just wanted you to come quickly. By the way, who's your friend?"

Tim winked at me and gave a faint wave.

"That's my girlfriend."

"Ha! Funny one, lad. I'm serious, though."

"So was I."

Tim sported a wild grin.

"Whatever you say."

He approached the car and I slumped in my seat.

He's already seen me, there's no point in hiding.

"Aye, babe. Want to party?"

"I-"

"Sure you do! Come on!"

He roughly snatched my arm and pulled me inside.

"C'mon, Niall! Let's have some fun!"

Niall jogged after Tim but Tim's muscular legs pulled him and I quickly through the crowds.

"Let. me. GO!"

"Not until we play a little game!"

I squirmed viciously in Tim's arms and I slipped out of his grasp.

Everyone inside of the house was watching us. Including Julia.

"Let go of Storm!" Niall shouted.

He bursted through the door, panting, and falling to his knees.

"What is wrong with you!?!" I yelled at Tim.

"What do you mean? It's a party!"

"I got that!"

"You two are such buzzkills!"

Everyone in the room started chanting.

"Buzzkills! Buzzkills! Buzzkills!"

I sighed and sat next to Niall inside of a group circle.

Julia plopped down in front of me.

"I think it's time for a little Truth-or-Dare!" She grinned menacingly.

"What just happened two seconds ago wasn't enough?" I asked.

"No! Now, you only get to chicken out once for a dare. No chickening out on truth."

I scooted away a tad but Julia clung onto my foot.

"Alright, Storm. Truth or dare?"

"Uh, truth."

Two teenage boys sitting behind me whispered "buzzkill" once again.

"Alright. DO YOU LIKE HARRY!?" She angrily questioned.

Wait, what?

"No, I like Niall."

"Prove it."

"Um, how?"

She nudged me and I nodded. I kissed Niall on the lips for a period of 7 seconds.

"Fine. Ok. Next." We continued on playing the game until things got out of hand. Each time you didn't want to do something, you weren't able to chicken out anymore. You had to take a shot.