Pandora's Box ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 11- Stubborn Feelings

Author’s Note:

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

I felt the aching sensation of someone poking me on the sides. I heard an orchestra of murmuring and whispered arguments, most likely to be the boys, near me. I shifted in my position and closely opened my eyes, shielding them with my arm as bright rays of light penetrated my vision. I was incapable of seeing for a couple of seconds but as I thought, I was surrounded by 3 guys looking at me eagerly with anxious expressions.

“Baby, please make us some breakfast now…” I heard Louis beg, his lips inverted, trying to look like a young toddler with his adorable features. I smiled at his charming blue eyes and replied calmly;

“But Louis baby, do I really have to? I’m not the best at cooking food you know”.

He turned his lips even more, looking even more adorable than the last time and purposely widened his eyes, highlighting the softness his eyes possessed.

“Alison babes, please cook us some breakfast! We’re starving and no-one else is awake yet! Please”, Harry cried, kneeling on both of his knees next to me with his hands pressed together as if he was praying. Like the older brunette, he looked at me with inverted lips and puppy dog eyes as he begged to me.

“But I’ll just burn everything! The only thing I can cook is scrambled eggs and trust me, it’s not the most appetising thing ever”, I retorted, staring straight at the green-eyed wonder. I grabbed his left hand and caressed it with my thumb, earning myself a few giggles. “Harry darling, how about you cook us breakfast?”

“No babes, you promised you would cook breakfast, remember? Anyway, I’m sure Niall would be happy to help you”, he answered, wiggling his eyebrows as he mentioned Niall’s name. I blushed faintly and stifled out a small smirk. I speedily controlled all my emotions and glared at Harry, making him cringe in fear.

“Cool it babes,” he teased. “You don’t want everyone to know about your night with Niall”.

Wait, what? What the hell is he talking about? What night?

I gazed at the cheeky adolescent and witnessed him stroke his collarbone through the thin material of his V-neck T-shirt. I lifted my fingers slowly and ran my fingers against the bumpy skin of my collarbone. I felt a ticklish but familiar sensation and I instantly realised what he was talking about; the hickeys that Jordan gave me.

I stifled out a small screech, preventing anyone from hearing my cries of panic. Thankfully, Louis and Liam were busy talking to each other to pay attention towards me and Harry’s conversation. I grabbed my denim shirt from the side and swiftly put it on, brushing my arm against Harry’s as I reached for it.

“Aw, is someone shy?” he smirked, acting all patronising and sympathetic. He lightly shoved me back, sending me hurtling towards my pillow. I gasped at him and flipped all my hair out of my face and harshly grabbed the pillow I slept on and quickly slammed it against his face.

“Go fuck yourself!” I laughed, pushing the squatting boy over. He fell on his butt and made a grab for my duvet, revealing my long legs for everyone to see.

“Alison babes, if you wanna sleep around with Niall, that’s fine but please, make sure you put your clothes after…” he whispered to me, biting his lower lip mischievously.