"What about.... um..." Niall said, thinking hard. "How about we all sit down and have a nice big cup of shut the hell up?"
I scrunched up my nose as I shook my head. "No no no. It has to be more creative."
"In the wise words of William Shakespeare," Louis said dramatically. "Shut your piehole!"
"That's a good one, Lou!" Harry said, high-fiving Louis. Louis grinned. "But not it."
"Okay okay okay okay. I got it," I said, laughing. I turned into British mode. "Pardon me, sir, but you have an unnatractive excess of verbiage dribbling out of your face."
"What?" Niall squeaked like that one guy from Brave did. I just laughed.
"It's smart people words. You wouldn't know," I said, patting him on the head.
"Hey!" he protested, then looked as if he were thinking. "Wait, she's right."
"Damn right I am!" I said, slamming my fist on the floor as if I was drunk, which I wasn't. "I once ate a Mexican banana. It was rather spicy. It tasted like pickles.... and cheese."
"What?" This time it was Liam's turn to squeak.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.
"I know what I'm talking about. What the hell are you talking about?" I said sincerely, putting on a straight face. "I don't know about you, but I was talking about my friend Oliver the rabbit. Can you say the same?"
He just stared at me, confused.
"You don't get it. Whatever," I said, waving my hand above my head dismissively.
We were backstage before their LA concert, and I was going to be playing piano for them. My family was sitting in the front row. Well, Heather and Ella were. I don't know where Mom and Dad went.
"Okay. So here's what we're going to do. I'm going to dare you each to do something onstage and you have to do it or face my wrath," I said, twisting my hands evilly.
"What's your 'wrath'?" Niall asked suspiciously.
"No hot cocoa."
Niall started whining.
"Oh, shut up. That's why you're going to take the challenge, riiight????" I said. Blackmail. It always worked.
"Fine."
"Okay, so Liam. Heather's--"
"Heather's here?" Niall's head snapped up.
"Yeah," I said slowly. "Heather's here. Wait... you like Heather!"
Niall blushed furiously and looked down at his hands in his lap. I laughed, falling over. The boys whooped.
Once I had calmed down a bit, I sat up. "Okay, Niall then. You have to post on Twitter that you love someone in the audience while staring at Heather. And when you sing, you have to stand in front of her."
"What?!"
"Hot chocolate, Niall. Do it for the cocoa."

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a week, guys! I've been really busy studying (Oh, who am I kidding?! I don't study!) for tests. And I have a 5-page essay on the American Civil War due on Monday or Tuesday. I've also been stressing over what job I should take (I was offered FIVE! And I'm not even 14 yet! BTW: I chose, so I can't use that as an excuse anymore, either.), and my cousin's girlfriend. I'm NOT going into details about that. Private family matters (even though she's not technically a part of the family.... yet. No, he's not proposing... as far as I know... O_o) only.

So very sorry that this chapter is short and I kinda dumped the whole world on you, but I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I have an essay I need to finish tomorrow.