Daydreaming Is Dangerous {1D fanfic}

Chapter 11: Surely You Can't Be Serious

I woke up slowly the next day, being extraordinarily lazy. I sat there on the bed, looking through twitter and Tumblr for around twenty minutes.  I heard some muffled steps from outside the bedroom, making me realize that Liam was probably up now.. It was half ten.

Slowly, I pushed the rather large duevet over to the other side. It felt like it weighed a ton, and I just wanted to stay wrapped in it all day.

I pushed open the door a little bit, and peeked out. I didn't get a real good look around, and I could barley see anything. I yet again pushed the door ajar a bit more, but still couldn't see anything. So I just pushed it open the rest of the way, and went to see who was out there.

Behind the kitchen bar was a rather Culy-haired boy with his back to me. He must have been munching on something, while he was searching throught the cupboards.  His toned body was very exposed- he was only in his boxers.

"Harry?!" I called to him. The boy turned around slowly as if he had been caught. When his face finally faced mine, he was biting his bottom lip. He shrugged his shoulders. "Do you... say that because you are, um, er- Happy to see me?"

I mentally facepalmed myself. "Harry... Why are you in this room? And why don't you have any clothes on?" I scolded him.

He kind of smiled to himself. "Okay, so last night before you went to sleep, we stayed up and well, you see, there was this party-"

"Harry! DON'T tell me the details! Where are the others?" I questioned, trying to look anywhere but  at the half-naked Harry.

He saw my awkward glance around the room, trying not to look at him.  "Oh, can't even look at me? I thought you lived with five guys-"

"Harry! Just," I said, rubbing my forehead, "Where are the rest?"

He shoved some food into his mouth from who-knows-where. "Over in Liam's room," He said, swallowing, "But I wouldn't go in there."

I turned towards the room. "Harry, seriously. The worst thing would be that there would be seven girls in there and-"

"Haha, you're hilarious. Fine, go in there. Whatever, it's your problem." He said, fake laughing at me.

I turned to the door. Slowly and carefully, I turned the knob. I heard the low humming of the television, and pushed open the door slightly.

On the bed there were not seven girls; Thankfully. But there were four boys.

I felt Harry's prescence behind, looking in with me. "Look how peacefully they are sleeping..." He whispered to me.  Harry was kind of intimidating me, with his height towering over me slightly.

I saw the spot on the end where Harry must have slept. The blanket was shoved over to the boy who slept next to him, Zayn.

They were all covered up, thank heavens. But they were all snuggled close up to each other, looking so cute and innocent. I just wanted to wreck it.

"Harry..." I whispered to the boy behind me. "On the count of three, scream as high and as loud as you can. Okay?"

I heard the smirk he made when he said, "Okay."

I held my finger up. "One, two, three." I said. Ha, and were their reactions funny.

<<><>LOUIS'S P.O.V.>><><>

I was dreaming a peaceful dream, about meeting the Queen of England again, but only in my boxers. Weird right? It must have been that I only wore boxers to bed. I was better off than Harry, who slept naked. We were all sleeping in the same bed, it had gotten pretty crazy last night. But hey, at least it was warm.