"I found the pop-tarts," Niall yelled, waving a box of cookies and cream pop-tarts in the air. I smirked, showing him the box of oreos, "And I have the oreos."

"Now let's get out of here before he finds us," Niall whispers, standing beside me. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and we slowly made our way out of Louis's room.

It wasn't long before we had to go back in, diving underneath his bed because he was coming down the hallway, towards his room.

"Be quiet," I whispered to Niall, who was munching loudly on a pop-tart.

"Sorry," he said, spitting crumbs of pop-tart all over my face.

That's when we saw two feet enter the room. Louis's feet.

They were hairy.

"Niall, I know you're in here," Louis says. Niall stays quiet, as do I.

"I do know you're in here, Niall. And Morgan." Louis walked towards the bed. "I saw you guys run in here. But where, oh where could you two be?"

He walked away from the bed, phew.

He went towards the closet, and that's when I peeked out of the bed, grabbing a handful of oreos.

"THINK FAST!" I screamed, and Louis turned around. That's when I threw an oreo at his face.

"MORGAN HOW DARE YOU!" Louis yelled.

I laughed, and threw another one. He picked them up, and threw them back at me, but horribly missed and went flying past the bed.

"Nice throw," Niall says, peeking out of under the bed, showing him a pop-tart.

"NIALL DO NOT THROW THAT AT ME!" Louis screamed. Niall threw it at him, and Louis grabbed a shirt to block it. Surprisingly the pop-tart bounced off the shirt, and landed on the floor in many pieces.

"MY POP-TART!" Niall cried, staring at the what used to be a pop-tart. "What a waste of food."

"Come get it, then, Niall, I cleaned my floor this morning, it shouldn't be too dirty, and it should be fine to eat."

Niall started getting out of the bed, when I put my hand on his shoulder, making him look back at me.

"Don't go," I whispered, "He's trying to lure you in so he can attack you with the shirt."

"A shirt won't stop me from getting my pop-tart back," Niall said, then crawled towards the pop-tart.

That's when Louis hit him with the shirt. He whipped him with the shirt, actually, on his back. It look like it hurt, because he fell to the ground, groaning.

"LOUIS YOU KILLED HIM!" I shouted, getting out of the bed too.

"Whoops."

I glared at Louis, "that's totally what you say when you kill someone."

He smiled sheepishly, "Can I have an oreo?"

"Why should I give you one?"

"Because I'm Louis Tomlinson."

"You're a murderer," I stood on my tip toes, looking him straight in the eye.

"I didn't mean to," Louis cried, "I just didn't want him to have his pop-tart."

"Doesn't mean you have to murder them," I try not to laugh.

"I'm sorry," he gasped out, "Now can I have an oreo?"

I pick up an oreo, "You want it?"

"Yes, please."

"No," I giggle, then slowly eat it.

"You're such a jerk Morgan," Louis whined.

"I'm the jerk?" I laugh, "you're the one who murdered your own best friend!"

"I said whoops and I'm sorry."

"Well, guess what, Louis?"

"What?" He asks, no expression on his face.

"This means war."

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I sat in a room with Niall and Liam. We all had nerf guns in our hands. We were making a plan as to how to defeat the other team, which had Louis, Harry and Zayn in it. We were called "The Almighty Oreos" and they were "The Almighty Pop-tarts". They copied our name.

"So, what's our plan?" Liam asked, leaning forwards, staring at Niall and I.

"First, we all stick together as a team, and find their camp out space. Then we'll all split up and aim for one target each. Niall, you'll head for Zayn, Liam, you'll head for Harry and I'll go for Louis," I explain, and they nod.

"I don't have anything else, really, besides the fact if you need help you say it through this walkie-talkie," I hand them each one.

"Well we're basically planless," Niall groaned.

"Just make up your own plan as you go along," I said.

"Fine," Niall grumbled.

"I love you," I smile.

"I love you too," he replies.

"Okay guys, stop with this lovey-dovey stuff, the game begins in a minute!" Liam interrupted out moment.

Thanks a lot, Liam.

"Okay," I mumble. Niall pecks me on the lips, "We're gonna win this battle."

I smirk, "I know, I know we will. We'll win those free ice-creams."

The prize is a free ice-cream cone per person. The losers have to let the winners tweet something off their phone. I know exactly what I'm going to tweet on Louis's twitter.

"We're beginning," I whisper, looking at the text Zayn sent me. "Remember our targets?"

"Zayn," Niall nodded.

"Harry," Liam nods as well.

"Then let's get started."

A few minutes later, we found out their camp out was in the living room. Our was in Liam's room. It was so messy in there, surprisingly, which means we can hide behind the mess, or something.

"Help guys, Zayn is trying to attack," Niall spoke over the walkie-talkie.

"I'll help him," Liam announces.

"Alright, I'll keep my eye on Louis," I whisper. I hid behind a wall, peeking out slightly. I saw Louis in the kitchen, behind the counter, ready to hit anyone who attacks him.

I smirk, but it dropped when I saw a bullet fly past my head. I look forwards, seeing Harry standing there.

"Hello, Hazza," I wave, with a smile. He waved back, and I shot at him. The foam bullet missed him by an inch.

"That was a close one," Harry laughs. I look behind me quickly, to see Louis crawling over, then I looked back at Harry.

"This isn't fair, two against one, especially when I'm cornered near Zayn's room," I say into the walkie-talkie, and at Harry. I looked behind Harry, to see Niall crawl in. He flashed a thumbs up sign, and aimed his gun at Harry.

"YOU'RE OUT!" I cried, pointing at Harry as a nerf bullet hit him in the back. He gasped dramatically, then fell to the ground.

"So dramatic," I laugh, then look up at Niall. Then I remembered Louis. I looked around the corner, to see if he was there. Indeed he was, loading up his gun with more bullets.

That's when I shot him, right in the arm.

"NO!" Louis cried, "NOT FAIR!"

"You're out," I pursed my lips, holding in a laugh.

"Unfair," he whined, then pretended he was dead.

"Zayn's attacking, I repeat, Zayn is attacking," I heard Liam through the walkie-talkie.

I walk around the house, until I saw Liam on the floor, lying there, staring at the ceiling.

"He got you, didn't he?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yeah," he mumbles, closing his eyes.

I look behind me, to see Niall gone.

"I trapped him, come quick, we're near the basement," Niall whispers.

"Gotta run, bye Liam!" I wave, then jog over to the basement.

Wait, they have a basement?

Okay then.

I spent a few minutes searching, until I finally found the door. Then I saw Niall aiming his nerf gun at Zayn.

"Hello, Zayn." I walk up to him, smirking.

"Hi," he replied.

"What are your last words?" I ask, pulling out my gun, aiming it at his head, dramatically.

"Hm," he pretended to think, "My last words are I love you mom."

"Okay then," I laugh, then put my hand on the plastic trigger.

"Say goodbye," Niall said cheerily.

"Goodbye," Zayn says. I went to go shoot, but it was too late. Zayn had pulled out his own gun and shot me immediately.

Like the others, I fell to the ground, dramatically. It just adds to this entire war.

"I've . . . been . . . hit," I gasp, then close my eyes and pretended I was dead.

"How dare you," Niall gasped, "You must pay!"

I opened my eyes a bit, and saw him pull the trigger, the bullet flying right by Zayn's head.

"You must die," Zayn says, shooting back but missed by an inch.

"That should be you, actually," and Niall shot him, right in the stomach.

"WE WIN!" He cried out, victoriously, as Zayn crumpled to the ground, holding his stomach.

"YEAH!" I bounced up, running over to him. I hugged him tightly.

"You're the hero," I laughed. He hugged me back, "We get free ice-cream."

"And we get to tweet off their phones." I added in.

"That's even better," Niall smirked. "I know exactly what I am going to tweet off Zayn's phone."

"I know what I'm going to tweet off Louis's phone," I smirk.

Louis then walked in, "I'm a loser."

"Indeed you are," I nodded.

Louis sighed, "Whatever."

"Can we go get ice-cream now?"

"Fine," Louis sighed.

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