Chapter 4 – Lane 9

At quarter to 2, the doorbell rang again. This time when I opened it I was met by Louis' cheeky grin.

"Hello beautiful," he winked. I blushed but he couldn't see me because he had already pulled me into his chest for another bone crushing hug.

"Hey, Lou," I said once he'd let go of me.

"You ready to go?" He asked, re-opening the door behind him.

"Two secs," I smile, before turning round and shouting, "Amy! Get your ass out here, now!"

She walked down the hall, grabbing both of our bags and coats on the way.

"Thanks, darling," I said as she passed them to me. Then, noticing Louis standing there looking kind of awkward, I added, "Oh, sorry. Louis, Amy. Amy, Louis."

Louis smiled and said hey, which Amy returned.

We left, I locked the door, and we made our way to the car.

"Nice car," I said to Louis, as his Porsche came into view. He just smiled and looked at it fondly.

"Hey guys," I said once I was settled in the back of the car. Harry was riding shotgun, while Zayn was on my right, Amy on my left, which left me stuck in the middle.

"Vas happenin'?" Zayn shouted, in a mock-Indian accent, making me giggle.

"And who's this?" Harry asked, turning around and looking at Amy. "No-one told me there was yet another beautiful girl joining us today."

"Back off, Harry," I warned, sensing his flirtatious tone.

He smirked at me until I raised an eyebrow, showing him that I meant business, and he turned back around, sulking.

"Where are the others?" I asked, noticing the absence of Liam and Niall.

"They're meeting us there," Zayn replied. "There wasn't enough space for all of us, so Danielle's driving them."

"Danielle?" I said, confused.

"Liam's girlfriend," Harry stated. "She's a dancer." I nodded.

We got there about 20 minutes later, still laughing from the banter that went on in the car. Liam and Niall were already standing out front. "What took you so long?" Liam asked with a serious look on his face. He was defiantly the father of the group.

"We were having fun," Louis stated. When Liam frowned at him he added, "Sorry, mum," sarcastically.

"Well, we're all here now," I said, cheerily, trying to avoid an argument. "Liam, where's your girlfriend?"

"Oh, she's at the toilet, she'll be back out in a minute," he smiled.

"So should we just head inside then?" Harry asked from behind me.

Everyone nodded at him. "In we go then." He put his arm around Amy's shoulder to guide her in until he saw the death glare I was sending him and dropped it. I was annoyed when I saw that Amy looked slightly disappointed. Oh well, I thought, That boy's not getting anywhere near my baby sister.

We got inside and went up to the counter to get our shoes. I got mine first and went to sit on a bench to put them on, when I saw a familiar face.

"Danielle!" I called, running up to her and hugging her.

"Grace!" She squealed, squeezing me back. "Long time, no see!"

"I know. How've you been?" I asked, slightly confused as to why she was here.

"Great! You?" she asked but before I could answer Liam called us over. She started to walk but I put hand on her arm to stop her.

"Wait," I said, putting the pieces together in my head. "You're Liam's girlfriend?"

She nodded, grinning like a fool. "Uh-huh."

"Why didn't I know this?" I muttered to no-one in particular.

We walked over to rejoin the boys and Amy. "Liam, why didn't I know Danielle was your girlfriend?"

"I told you that," Harry interjected. "I said her name was Danielle and that she was a dancer. What else did you want to know?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A last name might have been nice," I mocked, throwing an arm round his shoulder and ruffling his hair.

"Now that everyone knows each other, can we please bowl?" Louis whined from behind us.

I ran over to him and jumped on his back, pointing at the lanes. "Onwards!" I shouted into his ear, making him charge forwards, leaving the others behind.

He finally dropped me when we reached lane 9. "Come on!" I shouted to the others who were still by the counter.

Louis started to type our names into the system, but Louis being Louis meant that he put in silly names instead;

Hazza

Daddy Direction

Nialler

Zaynikins

Danni

Bambi

The Tommo

And then there was me: Mrs Tomlinson

"Louis, I've told you already," I laughed. "That's not my name!"

"And, I've told you already; not yet!" he smirked.

"You're such a child," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Am not!" he yelled, throwing me over his shoulder and running round in circles.

"Put me down!" I shouted in his ear, kicking my feet so that he would drop me.

"If you say so," he shrugged then he dropped me. Literally. I was almost on the floor. I would have hurt myself if Harry hadn't put his arms out to stop me.

"Louis!" I screamed. "I could have hurt myself." I mocked. He put on a baby face, which I frowned at. Then I turned to Harry, "Harry, my saviour!" I hugged him.

"I'm here all week," he winked.

"Okay, so are we going to bowl today or..." Niall asked, from behind the chaos.

"Yeah, let's go!" I agreed. "Who's first?"

"Nialler then Bambi-" Louis started to read but I interrupted.

"Bambi?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, it's my new nickname for Amy. Now that she's part of 'Da Crew', she needs a nickname," Louis explained.

"Then what's my nickname? Or am I not part of you crew?" I asked, pouting.

"Well, you're Mrs. Tomlinson, silly!" Louis exclaimed, giggling.

"In your dreams!" I said, tapping his nose.

"Oh, I know," he winked.

We decided to split into teams. I was with Harry, Niall and Danielle, against Louis, Liam, Amy and Zayn.

Immediately Harry pulled us into a team huddle. "Right team, I'm not in the mood for a long speech so let me just say; we've got to win."

"You do know it's just a game, right, Harry? Just a nice, friendly game," I said, confused by his completely too serious face.

"There's no such thing as a 'nice, friendly game' when it comes to Harry and Louis," Liam chuckles from behind me.

"I'll bet," I winked, noticing the evil glares Harry and Louis were sending each other. "Alright children," I said, stepping in between them. "Own Lanes. Now."

They both obliged, picking up balls on the way, readying themselves to go first. I turned to Niall and muttered, "Is anyone going to tell them that it's not their shot?"

He shook his head. "Nope. They're in the zone. Better just change it." He turned away to do that and I turned back to the lanes to see Louis sprawled across the floor, flat out on his belly, screaming and laughing at the same time. A strike, I think.