HARRY: Coming in from a very romantic dinner that Harry had surprised you with for your anniversary, you’re both more than ready for the romance to continue at home. “Not if the cable’s break and kill us first,” he singsongs, much to your unamusement. “You worry too much,” he says, continuing to bounce the elevator with his jumps. “You could break the cables and we could fall nine stories to our deaths!” you point out. “Oh what’s the harm?” he asks, brushing your worry off. The mood instantly disappears, though, when Louis thinks it to be a brilliant idea to start jumping up and down. You oblige, humoring him and quickly the two of you start laughing and actually having as good a time as you can in this situation. “Come on, let’s have a dance party.” He motions for you to get up and join him. “What are you doing?” “Anything to keep from dying of boredom,” he replies with a toothy grin. He begins shaking his hips back and forth in a broad motion in an attempt to loosen up his back - a gesture he quickly turns into a dance move. Angry Birds can only occupy my attention for so long before I actually get angry at it.” Louis chuckles, rising to his feet to stretch out a bit. You’re sitting in one corner, trying to find a comfortable position, and Louis sits in another corner doing the same thing. “This is why I hate elevators,” you point out, resting your head against the wall. You’d already been stuck for over an hour, with no sign of getting unstuck anytime soon. LOUIS: Growing bored, you check the time on your phone for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. “I really don’t think the shoes have anything to do with the elevator breaking down.” And so the argumentative circle of conversation continues…even after you’re freed from the elevator. “Maybe if you had let me get those shoes, this wouldn’t have happened.” “Am I really gonna have to listen to you bitch about those shoes the entire time we’re stuck in here?” “I told you to take the stairs,” you point out smugly. “Yeah, because I know all there is to know about fixing elevators,” he retorts sarcastically. “What do you mean what did I do? Does it look like I did anything?” he argues. “What did you do?” you accuse, looking around the small box that you’re in. The elevator comes to a halting stop just as Zayn is about to protest. We were at the mall looking for Christmas presents for other people, not shoes for you.” “That didn’t stop you from getting another tattoo last week…for you.” Zayn’s mouth hangs open and you know you’ve won the argument. “I don’t even get what you’re so mad about. The doors close behind him and the elevator begins moving. “Like Hell I am,” he replies defiantly, stepping into the elevator with you. You’d just been out running errands when an argument had errupted over a pair of shoes you’d spotted at the mall. I don’t wanna be near you right now,” you tell Zayn angrily. “Then start shouting,” he instructs before he bangs on the door and shouts, “Help!” Now would you shut up about the food? How are we supposed to get out of here?” “I guess we could bang on the doors and yell a lot in the hopes that someone hears us,” Niall offers up as a suggestion. You pull a mint out of your purse and hand it to him. “You and your food… I’m more concerned with running out of oxygen or something.” “Yeah, yeah, but the food…” Niall reminds you. “Sorry, I haven’t eaten in a few hours and you know how I get when - oh my God, how are we supposed to get food?!” Niall exclaims, panic setting in. “Jeeze, no need to get snippy,” you retort. What kind of idiot do you think I am?” Niall snaps. “Did you press the ‘help’ button?” you interrogate. “Nope,” you reply shoving your phone back into your pocket after checking. Do you get a signal in here?” he asks, glancing at his own phone to find that he doesn’t. “Well what do we do now?” you press, growing worried. He fiddles with the buttons, but nothing happens. NIALL: “What just happened?” you ask as the elevator bringing you up to your hotel room jerks to a stop.
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