He's Famous (Zarry Stylik) ✔️

#33(Zayn)

"Take that, ya idiot!" Niall shouted as he scored the goal that made him win the match at Fifa.

I rolled my eyes as he got up and started running around the living room with the joystick in his hands doing victory dances.

"Niall stop."

"Ooh you are just jealous." He said starting to run towards me, straddling me to the couch.

He started to tickle me and boy I was ticklish.

"Niall, please!"

I was laughing so much I couldn't breathe anymore.

Niall seemed to understand that and stopped tickling me.

"Ugh why are you so small but weigh so much." I said. Heck it was true.

"Hey!" He said slapping my forehead.

"Ahi, what's that for?" I squealed, massaging my forehead.

"For you being mean." He said getting up from me and crossing his arms pouting.

I chuckled until I heard my phone ring.

I got up confused and took the phone reading the I.D. caller.

"Oh God Ni, it's him."