Deception - H.S

Chapter 65

Hope Whitlock

My head was still groggy when I woke up, I had a hand on my left hip but there was someone on my right as well. Before opening my eyes, I thought back to what happened last night after Harry and I...

Shit.

I had more drinks. Everyone was drunk, laughing, and we were having so much fun until Liam decided to play truth or dare. It was a child's game but then everyone agreed, I found it silly.

"I dare Hope and Ayla to kiss!" Niall screamed, jumping in his seat before he held a proud grin on what his drunk mind thought of. I laughed at his dare, thinking he was kidding but when everyone started cheering, and by everyone, I mean Harry included, I realized it wasn't a joke.

I don't think I've ever seen Harry this drunk and laughing, it was a sight for sore eyes and often I found myself staring at him instead of paying attention to what everyone was talking about. The way his cheeks and nose were a shade of red, eyes rimmed with the same color and jaw soft, unlike how his body normally is - tense. He is beautiful.

Ayla threw her head back, laughing, "You lot are such boys..." I laughed at her back as she wriggled her eyebrows at me, biting on her bottom lip, hands on either side of her body in a stance where she was prepared to stand up. I shrugged at her, still laughing.

What the hell right? I thought.

As soon as I agree, she lifts herself off the couch, a knee on either side of me as she holds my face, tilting it up slightly since she was towering over me and presses her lips to mine. The boys were teasing, I heard Niall yell, "Do a little tongue action too!"

Maybe it was that or the alcohol in me that made me do what I decided to proceed with.

I lifted my back from the couch, placing a hand on Ayla's lower back as I pushed her to my left, my body going with hers until her head was resting on Niall's lap. He wants a show? He will get a show.

Both our bodies were arched as we made some over-exaggerated noise. I was on my knees and on top of Ayla, a hand still on the small of her back while the other was wrapped around her jaw, something about being in this position, on top made me feel powerful, it was exhilarating. The way we were positioned; I knew Harry was getting a perfect view of my ass and the thought was exciting.

"Holy fuck, my cock can't handle this." Niall groaned, his choice of word for dick making me burst into laughter as I sat up straight. Ayla was catching her breath, still on Niall's lap while I was having a laughing fit.

"Who taught you how to kiss like that?!" Ayla exclaimed when she finally got up but I just shrugged, trying to gasp for air through my laughter.

The following moments were filled with a confused Liam and Louis while the rest of them kept yelling "breathe!" like that would help. Apparently, I laughed so hard that my face was red and honestly, I think if I didn't stop, I might have needed my inhaler because it genuinely got harder to breathe.

I open my eyes, looking ahead to see Ayla asleep, her hair sprawled out on the pillow. The hand on my hip belonged to Harry, it wasn't only the rings that gave away that information, I think I can recognize his hands without his rings too, maybe even know it's him just by his touch.

I pulled my head up a little to look around the room, seeing Niall on Ayla's other side.

What the fuck?

Why are we all in one bed? The last thing I remember is laughing too hard.

"It's too bright, go back to sleep." Harry groaned against the back of my neck, making me turn around to snap a hand on his mouth to shush him, I didn't want to wake anyone else.