In a Heartbeat
Launch
Melody's POV
I walked out of the bathroom after changing and went out to the sitting room. I sat down next to Ella and put my arm around her. I leaned toward her ear as if to whisper in her ear.
"ELLAAA!" I shouted. I thought it would wake the sleeping boys, but surprisingly, it didn't. "Go get dressed. Then I have a fun job for you."
"Ugh! I'm tired, though!" she complained.
"So am I and I just spent like, an hour at the gym. Go get dressed," I said in my do-it-now-or-else voice. She obediently got up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing her dance bag from behind the couch where she had stashed it the night before as she went.
Louis turned to me and frowned. "It's not even at commercial!" he complained.
"Don't you turn into Ella, mister. I have enough fun dealing with one," I scolded teasingly, forcing myself to keep a straight face.
"Hmph," he said, sitting back and flipping invisible hair off his shoulder and crossing his arms.
"Exactly!" I said.
Harry chose to come out of the kitchen at that moment. He had a plate of pancakes in one hand and an airhorn in the other. He put the pancakes down and raised the airhorn above his head.
"NO!" I shouted, launching myself at Harry. I tackled him and wrestled the airhorn out of his hands. Then I realized I was on top of him. I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't blush. Instead, I rolled off and stood up. I pulled my Cookie Monster shirt down before speaking. "You do not want to wake Heather up."
"Why not? I have to wake up the lads before their food gets cold," Harry said, confused.
At the mention of food, Niall woke up. "Food?" he asked.
"Food," I answered. "Kitchen. Caveman eat," I said, referring to his hair, which stuck up in all directions, and his appetite. Niall rolled backward and walked to the kitchen.
"Why not?" Harry asked again.
"Would you want to deal with a pissed-off teenager?" he shook his head. "I didn't think so. Let me show you how to wake them up. Just give me a moment, okay?" I said, walking to the bathroom. I knocked on the door, then walked in. "Ella?"
"What?" she said, pulling stuff out of her bag.
"Did you find anything to wear yet?"
"No."
"Here. Let me pick it out," I said, taking the pile of clothes from her. I threw a pair of pink pants and a blue shirt at her, then gave her the necklaces she always wore. "Now put them on and shove everything back in your bag then come out. We need your help out there."
"Okay."
I walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. A moment later, Ella came out with her bag in tow. As we walked back to the sitting room, I told her the plan.
I walked out of the bathroom after changing and went out to the sitting room. I sat down next to Ella and put my arm around her. I leaned toward her ear as if to whisper in her ear.
"ELLAAA!" I shouted. I thought it would wake the sleeping boys, but surprisingly, it didn't. "Go get dressed. Then I have a fun job for you."
"Ugh! I'm tired, though!" she complained.
"So am I and I just spent like, an hour at the gym. Go get dressed," I said in my do-it-now-or-else voice. She obediently got up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing her dance bag from behind the couch where she had stashed it the night before as she went.
Louis turned to me and frowned. "It's not even at commercial!" he complained.
"Don't you turn into Ella, mister. I have enough fun dealing with one," I scolded teasingly, forcing myself to keep a straight face.
"Hmph," he said, sitting back and flipping invisible hair off his shoulder and crossing his arms.
"Exactly!" I said.
Harry chose to come out of the kitchen at that moment. He had a plate of pancakes in one hand and an airhorn in the other. He put the pancakes down and raised the airhorn above his head.
"NO!" I shouted, launching myself at Harry. I tackled him and wrestled the airhorn out of his hands. Then I realized I was on top of him. I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't blush. Instead, I rolled off and stood up. I pulled my Cookie Monster shirt down before speaking. "You do not want to wake Heather up."
"Why not? I have to wake up the lads before their food gets cold," Harry said, confused.
At the mention of food, Niall woke up. "Food?" he asked.
"Food," I answered. "Kitchen. Caveman eat," I said, referring to his hair, which stuck up in all directions, and his appetite. Niall rolled backward and walked to the kitchen.
"Why not?" Harry asked again.
"Would you want to deal with a pissed-off teenager?" he shook his head. "I didn't think so. Let me show you how to wake them up. Just give me a moment, okay?" I said, walking to the bathroom. I knocked on the door, then walked in. "Ella?"
"What?" she said, pulling stuff out of her bag.
"Did you find anything to wear yet?"
"No."
"Here. Let me pick it out," I said, taking the pile of clothes from her. I threw a pair of pink pants and a blue shirt at her, then gave her the necklaces she always wore. "Now put them on and shove everything back in your bag then come out. We need your help out there."
"Okay."
I walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. A moment later, Ella came out with her bag in tow. As we walked back to the sitting room, I told her the plan.
Notes
WHAT ELLA'S WEARINGhttp://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=76912292
I think I finally figured out the suspense thing. Yay! :-)
HEY. Your official-unofficial announcements sadden me. No promises or not, I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY hope you decide to eventually continue. I won't even be mad if you do a rewrite but dude, you gotta do something. I WILL DIE IF THIS STORY DOES NOT CONTINUE.
5/2/16