Chapter 24
"Get the fuck off my lawn!" I screamed into the bullhorn.
Yeah. That's right. I bought a bullhorn. But no matter how many times I yell at the fans to leave, they completely ignore me and cheer for the boys.
Like no bitch. Get your crusty asses off my lawn.
"I don't think they're listening.." Niall whispered.
"No shit." I growled. "GET YOUR NASTY ASSES OFF MY PROPERTY OR I WILL SHOVE RUSTY SPOONS IN YOUR NOSES!"
"You wouldn't!" Liam gasped.
"Where do you come up with this stuff?" Louis chuckled, wrapping his arms around me.
"Just comes to me." I shrugged.
"You're neighbors are calling again." Zayn said, handing me the home phone.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone.
"Arielle, make them leave!" Brad cried. "I want some sleep!"
"I'm trying! Can you not hear me screaming through a fucking bullhorn? I bought a fucking bullhorn Brad!"
"Maybe we can scare them away..." he said.
"I'm in. Come over now." I replied and hung up.
"So?" Harry asked.
"We're scaring them away." I smirked and ran downstairs to let Brad inside.
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"You're going to hurt someone!" Liam exclaimed.
"I took the chains off. Calm your tits." I grunted.
I guess I should fill you in. Well we've decided to dress as horror movie murderers. I just dechained my chainsaw...
Never thought I'd say that.
"Here. I got all the masks I have." Brad said, dumping a container at my feet.
"I have an idea." Louis chirped, raising his hand.
"Speak." I commanded.
"I was thinking Arielle could be Michael Myers and Brad can be Leatherface. 'Michael' can kill one of us and show the fans, scaring them a little. Then 'Leatherface' comes and chases them all away with the chainsaw."
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