october 2017

"sam, guess what i've just bought" (y/n) said into her phone, walking out the food store she'd previously been in.

"food, i hope" sam's voice answered back.

"yes. yes, but i've also bought the best thing ever," she waited for his reply: nothing. "i've bought a ten pack of yellow rubber ducks" she smiled.

a deep sigh left sam's lips, "and why have you bought them?"

"because, i have a plan. and it involves you and linguini"

"oh, great. is it even legal?"

"pft, of course it is! wait until i get back and you'll love it" she hung up and got into the car with tom.

"who was that?" he asked starting the ignition.

"just sam. asking what food we bought"

"of course" tom smiled, shaking his head and reversing out the parking spot. the ride back was short and quiet. the slight hum of the radio filled the silence. once they pulled up to the house, both of them got out and grabbed the bags.

"i'll get that one," she grabbed the handles, knowing exactly what was in it. "that ones heavier"

"so i'm used for the heavy shit now, am i?"

"why else do you think i took you instead of harrison?" she walked off.

"hey! that's rude!" tom called back, shutting the boot door. (y/n) dropped off the bags, grabbing the ducks from the one she had and ran into her and sam's room. he was laid on the bed as she walked in and closed the door. he let out a deep sigh as he saw what was in her hand.

"those ducks. what have you bought fucking ducks?"

"to prank tom and harrison." at this moment, sam perked up and sat up straight.

"i'm interested"

"get harry and we'll start. i've got an idea." sam texted harry and he appeared shortly after. he sat on the bed opposite the two of them and waited to hear (y/n)'s idea.

"so, we'll put a duck in each other their bedrooms and bathrooms and put the other six around the house in different places. if they ask, say you can't see them. they'll think they're going crazy and freak out"

"i hope this works" harry sighed, grabbing two ducks for tom's room and standing up.

"it will. have more faith in me, holland" she remarked as she grabbed six for around the house and sam grabbed two for harrison's room. the boys met (y/n) back in the kitchen and instantly spotted a duck next to the toaster.

"are you sure this'll work?" sam questioned.

"babe, it'll be fine. we've done all we can now, so sit back and watch it all unfold." she smiled walking out of the kitchen and returning back to her and sam's room.

a few hours later, a scream was heard from tom's bathroom. harry instantly looked at sam from the other side of the living room and at (y/n) in the kitchen. tom ran out with a towel around his waist and harrison straight behind him.

"there's a fucking duck in my shower." (y/n) slightly giggled to herself, noticing harry's hiding place.

"what? there's no ducks in the house, tom" harrison commented.

"what's that by the toasted then genius?" harrison looked over at where tom's finger pointed at and gasped.

"there's a fucking duck next to the toaster"

"what?" (y/n) asked. "there's nothing there" she walked over to the toaster and discretely pushed the duck behind the toaster. "i don't see anything, sam? harry?"

they both looked over and shook their heads. she turned back to the toaster and moved the duck back, neither tom nor harrison looking. tom glanced back and saw it had reappeared.

"there's a fucking duck by the toaster and you can't fight me on that. haz, look!"

"there's a fucking duck by the toaster. why is there a duck near the toaster" he raised his hands in defeat, whispering those last words and walked off.

"there's a fucking duck by the toaster"