I walk back downstairs with Niall trailing behind me. All the boys were gathered and sitting on the couches.
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked.
“We’re about to watch a film.” Zayn replied.
I pranced over to the couch and sat myself down between Zayn and Harry, who removed the make-up and dress and looked completely normal again.
“Okay, cool. Which one?” I ask, hoping they don’t pick a sad one. I always cry during movies and I hated crying in front of people.
“What about Click?” Liam offered. He got a chorus of no’s and no ways from the rest of the boys so I guess we aren’t watching that. I let out a sigh of relief.
THANK GOD. I would’ve cried so much if we watched that. Then I would’ve been extremely embarrassed.
“Let’s watch something exciting. I don’t want to be bored.” Harry said.
“So what do you wanna watch then? An action movie?” I asked him, still feeling relieved.
“Nahhh. Let’s watch a horror movie!” He suggested, and I had to remind myself to breathe. My moment of relief was gone.
I absolutely HATE horror movies. I hate them more than sad ones. Even if they aren’t that scary, I still end up terrified.
I tried not to show my fear, but I know Harry felt me tense up next to him when he mentioned a scary movie. I knew he was going to use it against me; I think he still wanted revenge for his beautiful make-over.
I could feel his evil smirk, even though I refused to look at him. He’d see how scared I was if I did.
“Alright! I’d love a good scary movie. How bout we watch Paranormal Activity 3?” Louis proposed and all the boys agreed while I sat there sheepishly.
Great. Now I’m going to look like a baby in front of a group of guys that I just met today. Not to mention that they’re international superstars. Just. My. Freakin. Luck.
Alright, I’ve seen this movie before but last time I screamed through almost the whole thing and it gave me nightmares for a week. I tried to hide my fear, but I don’t think I was doing a good job.
“What’s the matter Erin? Don’t like a good horror film?” Harry teased with a cheeky grin on his face.
I hit him in the arm playfully before I buried my face in the pillow to try and hide how red my face was getting.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” I looked up from the pillow and Niall had his arms under my knees and behind my neck, lifting me up carefully.
“Well if I’m going to protect you you’ll have to sit by me.” He said as he sat us back down on the other couch where he sat before.
“Oh.” Was all I could say back to him. I didn’t know what else to say!
He pulled me onto his lap and he stretched his arms out on the back of the couch. I scooted my butt off his legs so I was sitting next to him, with my legs still sprawled across his lap. My head rested under his arm and the movie started.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. My stomach felt queasy and my hands were all sweaty. I was so nervous. I knew I was going to completely freak out. This movie absolutely terrified me.
I wish I still had the pillow. Then I could cover my eyes and I wouldn’t have to see a thing.
The movie got to the part where the kids were trying to keep Toby out of the bathroom and the door was shaking fiercely.
WHY WAS THIS SO SCARY!?
I tried not to scream, hiding my face in Niall’s side to try to shield myself from the movie. But it wasn’t helping much.
His arm came down from its resting place on the edge of the couch and it wrapped around my back. The other joined it and soon he was holding me tightly and protectively in both his arms.
Gosh Erin! MAN UP! I harshly think to myself. You’re practically using him as a shield! Buck up camper!!
Okay, I can do this. I turned my head back to the screen and the scene had passed. I relaxed a little and Niall pulled his an arm off me, but kept the other draped around my back.
The plot started to get a little slow. Nothing happened for a little while and Louis and Harry got up and announced they were taking a bathroom break. We asked them if they wanted us to pause the movie, but they said not to bother because they’d be back soon enough.
Oh god. I hated this scene. Even though I knew what was about to happen, I was still terrified. HELP ME.
It was the hair scene. You know? The scene where the sisters were in their room at night, and the older sister was arguing or yelling something and then all of the sudden, she’s yanked off the ground by her hair by the supernatural Toby. Yeah. This scene.
Just as Toby jerked the girl up by her hair and the scene was at its climax, two pairs of hands lurched over the back edge of the couch and grabbed me. They shook me and grabbed tight and I was so terrified that my body jolted and I screamed my lungs out. I reached for Niall and buried my face in his chest. He said he would protect me right?
Wrong.
I looked up and he was laughing. Thanks for the help bro.
“Why are you laughing at me?! Toby’s gunna kill us!” I frantically screamed. Then I looked around and realized all the boys were laughing hysterically at me.
I looked over the back of the couch and saw Louis and Harry rolling on the floor trying not to pee themselves from laughing so hard.
“You should’ve seen your face!!” Harry screeched and I threw a pillow at his face. It didn’t stop him from laughing though. It took them a while to calm down.
I just sat on the couch, fuming.
Once they finally calmed down, they made their way back to the couches and sat down; their bodies weak from laughing.
I just glared evilly at them. “You guys, are jerks.” I blurted.
“Aw, thanks sweetheart.” Louis smirked.
I had to laugh. I wasn’t the type of person that could stay angry. That is, unless, I was upset beyond belief. In that case, I could stay angry forever. But that wasn’t the case here. I couldn’t stay mad over something like this.
So we all had a good laugh at their little prank and continued on with the movie.
I was actually doing a little better since I got that scream out. Don’t get me wrong though, I was still petrified. Just feeling a wee bit better than earlier.
The movie finished and I was still clutching Niall. He didn’t seem to mind though.
I looked up and caught him looking down at me with a sweet smile across his face. He looked away quickly in an attempt to cover it up, but I just giggled and smiled back at him.
“I’m in the mood for another film.” Liam stated.
“I vote no more scary movies!” I say. “I swear, I will have a heart attack if we watch another one.”
They laughed at my comment.
What can I say? I’m a funny gal.
“So let’s watch a funny one then.” Niall suggested.
“BENCHWARMERS!” they all cheer at the same time.
“Oh! I love this movie! It’s one of my favorites.” I say. This movie was probably the dumbest, funniest movie I had ever seen. I’ve seen it at least 100 times and I still laugh at it.
I was still curled up next to Niall. He was quite comfortable and it didn’t seem like he minded. He still had his left arm draped around my back. It felt nice to have him there.
Zayn got up and put the movie in, and we all started watching it.
‘You’re out,’ the catcher said to the hitter, Richie.
‘But I ticked it! It hit the bat!!’ Richie, the 30yr old video clerk, argued back to the 12 year old catcher.
‘You’re still out.’ the husky catcher said.
‘You’re still fat!!’ Richie declared before he stomped off in a fit and nearly threw a tantrum.
Gosh. I loved this movie!
After a while, I started to realize how late it actually was. AND how tired I was.
I snuggled my head into Niall’s shoulder and inhaled his incredible scent. Before long, I drifted off to sleep with Niall comfortably nestled next to me.
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Erin’s POV
When I woke up next, it was morning. I was still on the couch and I glanced around and saw that the others had fallen asleep on the couches.
Except for Louis and Harry. They were cuddled up together on the living room floor practically spooning.
Larry Stylinson at its best.
I chuckled at the sight of them.
“Good morning beautiful.” The voice beneath me startled me. I picked my head up to see who it was, and of course, it was Niall.
He was lying on the couch, and I was pretty much laying on him.
My head rested on his chest, and his arm was wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. I guess we moved to this position sometime after I fell asleep.
“And good morning to you too good sir.” I smiled back to him. “You are quite the comfortable person to sleep on, might I say.”
He chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I rested my head back on his chest and we stayed like that for a few minutes before I realized something.
“Holy shit!” I busted out, immediately panicked.
Niall looked at me worriedly. “What? What’s wrong?” he asks.
“My Aunt and Uncle. I never told them I was staying the night. They thought I was just going to be a couple hours late coming home last night. Oh shit.”
I scrambled off Niall and searched for my shoes.
“I have to go. I’m really sorry. They’ll be so worried about me.” I told him apologetically. “DAMN IT!" I whisper screamed. "Where are my freakin shoes! UGH!” I was starting to get flustered. I needed to get home pronto before Aunt Tara and Uncle Cal woke up. Hopefully they won’t notice I didn’t come home last night and they won’t be too worried.
“Gahh! Found them!” I exclaimed as I threw on my shoes and left through the door.
“I’m sorry I’m acting like a chicken with its head cut off, but I have to go. I’m really sorry.” I apologized quickly as I hastened out the door.
Niall’s POV
I had been awake for a few minutes now and I could feel Erin stir beside me; I knew she was awake too.
“Good morning beautiful.” I greeted her with a smile on my face.
She looked up at me, replying with, “And good morning to you too good sir. You are quite the comfortable person to sleep on, might I say.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She just made everything funny; I guess she just has one of those personalities.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I responded.
She laid her head back down on my chest. It felt nice to wake up and have her beside me.
All of the sudden she jolted up straight and said “Holy shit!”
I was a little worried. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“My Aunt and Uncle. I never told them I was staying the night. They thought I was just going to be a couple hours late coming home last night. Oh shit.”
She leaped up off me and started running around the house looking for something. I sat up on the couch and turned around to watch her.
“I have to go. I’m really sorry. They’ll be so worried about me.” She told me, and I could hear an apologetic tone in her voice. “DAMN IT! Where are my freakin shoes! UGH!” She ran around the house for a couple seconds more before she cheered out. “Gahh! Found them!” and she swiftly slipped her converse on.
“I’m sorry I’m acting like a chicken with its head cut off, but I have to go. I’m really sorry.” She apologized again before frantically leaving the house.
A chicken with its head cut off? What the heck is she talking about? I thought.
I laughed to myself. That girl.
But then she was gone. And I was left sitting on the couch, wishing she was still here.