Tongue Tied [H.S]

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Paisley lines up a row of shots before we leave my bedroom. There's enough so each of us can have 3 shots before we start partying. It still baffles me how one person can drink so much but then never gets a hangover. I don't get it.

I down all three shots and take a sip of my drink to stop my throat from burning.

And holy shit it burns. I don't even know what it was, I'm pretty sure It's some home-made gin her dad made that she stole from her parent's liquor cabinet.

I've never done well with shots but I'm always down for one.

The music has gotten pretty loud since we got home, and I can hear the voices of so many people outside my door. Thank god I locked it. I can see a red light coming through the bottom of my door which worries me a little.

I swear to god if I walk into my room tonight and there are people having sex on my bed, I will not be happy.

Freya opens my door and I swear there are about 20 people in the hallway outside of my room, we walk out and hear some man whistle at us as we make our way down the hallway. I hate men, I don't know what goes through their minds when they whistle at girls, like do they expect us to drop to our knees and froth over them? Like no. fuck off, kindly.

It's so crowded that we have to walk in a line, I grab Paisley's hand from behind me and she grabs Freya's, so we don't lose one another. I walk downstairs to try and find the guys so I can introduce the girls to them. I'm sure Paisley is going to have a fit when she meets them.

Freya has never been one to drool over a guy, she appreciates a good-looking fella, but she doesn't orgasm by just looking at them... unlike Paisley. She's always been the outgoing one when it comes to guys, good for her, I wish I had that kind of confidence when it came to guys... or girls for that matter. I don't really have a preference... I kind of just like who I like, I guess. I mean were all a little bit gay, right?

As I make my way down the stairs, barging my way through the crowded staircase, I look into the living room to see it swarmed with at least 50 people. How many people do these boys know?

I spot the boys over in the corner of the living room with a bunch of girls hanging off of them, Harry looks over to me and freezes, he looks up and down at me and then licks his lips before turning his face away. Hiding his expression.

He's wearing a black dress top with the buttons undone to just above his belly button, exposing his tattoos all over his chest. I swear my ovaries are just screaming right about now. I don't think I've seen something more beautiful in my whole life. I knew he had tattoos, but I wasn't expecting him to. Have a fricken butterfly on his sternum.

I like it.

"LUNA!" I hear Niall shout over the loud music before running up to me. "fuck look at you!" he smirks.

"hey, Niall this is Paisley and Freya" I yell back.

I turn to the girls and Paisley's mouth is open so wide I'm afraid she will catch flies. I nudge her with my elbow, and she snaps out of whatever trans she just put herself in. Niall smiles at the girls and grabs their hands to give each of them a kiss.

"nice to meet you girls"

Wow such a gentleman. Where was that when he met me?

"come on over, meet the rest of the boys" he says, taking Paisley's hand and leading us over to the boys.

I swear Paisley is about to scream. Maybe even without the s.

I notice that Zayn isn't hanging out with the boys. I don't blame him; I wouldn't expect him to be hanging out with Harry. I have no clue where he is though, I can't see shit with all these people here.