[COMPLETE] "And last but not least, Louis and April, you'll be partners on this trip."
April Rose and Louis Tomlinson despise each other, but what happens when they are partners on a school camping trip for a week and are forced to share a cabin?
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Louis Tomlinson That morning was so awkward. It was silent.
At breakfast, I was out of it. The boys knew something was up but I wasn't about to tell them I fucked April last night. I don't like her, she's so sensitive and a bitch to all.
And she's kissed Gemma, I saw it. I can't believe I just fucked a fucking lesbian. But I enjoyed it. She was very out of it and as she said this morning, she was thinking of Zayn.
Not like that, just of Zayn. I just can't believe it, she actually wasn't that bad. She was tight, but like I said, every girl is. Liam now had a hickey on his neck and Harrys was fading.
"Who's the charmer?" Niall tears.
"I'm not telling you,"
I look around the room, spotting Millie, Ruby, Maya, Erin and Eleanor. I look at them all, Maya the only one having a hickey. She laughs at something, her hair falling on her neck.
"It was Maya Henry, wasn't it?" I blurt out.
"Well thank fuck, I thought you had lost your voice," Liam says. "How did you know?"
"The hickeys in the both of you is obvious," I shrug, taking a nibble out of the toast on my plate.
"I'm proud," he shrugs. "She's hot as fuck,"
I know.
"I didn't hook up with anyone last night," Harry furrows his brows as if he's just realised.
"Yeah...same," Niall nods, they look at me.
"Me too," I shrug, chuckling.
Why did you add the chuckle?
They sigh. "I'm happier while fucking a girl," Harry sighs, they all agree.
They keep talking, I shift my eyes over to April and Zayn. She has her chin on the heel of her palm, her eyes tired, her hair a mess. She looks up at Zayn but says nothing. Her eyes meet with mine.
I swallow. She inhaled and shuffles in her seat, laying full attention to Zayn now. She nods, tucking hair behind her ear. I roll my eyes and sigh, taking another nibble of toast.
I wasn't very hungry anymore.
I felt weird. I don't know why. The feeling of slight regret, butterflies and the feeling you have the morning after sex. It happens, but not this bad.
After breakfast, I went into the cabin and saw her changing again. This time, she was sliding jean shorts up her legs, taking her singlet off so her perfect tits sit on her chest before she leans down to get a soft yellow bra that had a bow in the middle. She blindly clips it and pulls it up. She puts some deodorant on, putting her green tight long sleeve top on.
I swallow and open the door.
She gasps in a startle, breathing out heavily when she sees it's me. She doesn't say anything, so I don't. I silently walk in and go over to my stuff. I grab my jeans that were ripped in the knees, my converses and a grey singlet.
