Circles.

Sleeping Beauty.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing!

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A loud couple of knocks on the door woke both Thomas and Dylan from their sleep, and when Will's voice came through the still closed door, Thomas practically fell out of Dylan's bed in his hurry to run across the room and get into his own.

"What's with the 'Do not Disturb' sign, eh, boys?" Dylan threw Thomas' shirt from last night across the room so it landed on the floor next to his bed as Thomas scrambled into his bed, flopping down on his face as soon as he reached it.

"It meant don't disturb us. As in, don't wake us up at a ridiculous time in the morning because you know full well that neither of us are morning people." Glancing over at the blonde now lying on his own bed, Dylan paused before realising Thomas had managed to fall back to sleep within a second of his head hitting the pillow. So Dylan got up and shuffled over to the door, unlocking it and opening it to find Will leaning against the frame.

"Morning, Dyl." The Brit said cheerfully.

"Not really. It's like the middle of the night." Will shrugged and bounced into the room, stopping when he saw Thomas was still asleep.

"Awh, look." He turned to look at Dylan, pointing at Thomas and grinning.

"It's Sleeping Beauty." As Will moved over to Thomas' bed to shake him awake, Dylan frowned and narrowed his eyes at his back. Even though no-one knew about him and Thomas, and he wasn't even sure if they were exclusive, it was still unnerving for him to listen to other people compliment him- even in a jokey way. Even a straight guy- and one of his best friends- like Will.

"No, Poulter, fuck off." Thomas' muffled voice interrupted Dylan's flow of thoughts abruptly. Glancing over to his bed, he saw Thomas roll over even further so his face was entirely hidden in the pillow.

"It is far too early to even consider moving and walking. You are literally such a fucking footbell." There was a very long pause, which gave Dylan and Will enough time to exchange a puzzled look and Thomas long enough to think the other two had given up and were letting him go back to sleep. Then, Will decided to break the silence very loudly, causing Thomas to jump a mile.

"... What the actual fuck is a footbell?"

"I was going to say a fucking bell-end, but I didn't want to damage O'Brien's innocent ears." Will looked over at Dylan again with a raised eyebrow; this time the brunette just shook his head and walked into the bathroom. This turned out to be a mistake, as within about a minute of being in there, all hell seemed to break loose in the hotel room. He'd only just started brushing his teeth when a very pissed off voice sounded noisily from the bedroom.

"FUCKING HE- KAYA! FOR FUCKS SAKE!" For a moment, Dylan seriously considered staying in the bathroom; it seemed like the safer option, taking into account Thomas' current axe-murderer state of mind.

"DYL!" Thomas yelled, his voice a mixture between grumpy and extremely angry. Well, I was going to have to go out there anyway. Dylan thought resignedly as he turned the tap off and rinsed his mouth out.

"DYLAN O'BRIEN YOU WILL COME OUT HERE AND SAVE MY ARSE RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND!"

"I'm coming, Jesus Christ, have a bit of pati-" The brunette stopped dead in his tracks as he exited the bathroom, giving himself a moment to take in the ridiculous scene in front of him. At some point while he was in the bathroom, Thomas had moved so he was laying on his back, and Kaya had entered the room. Will was now sitting at the foot of Thomas' bed, his legs resting on top of Thomas', effectively preventing them from moving at all. Kaya, however, had opted to sit on Thomas' stomach, and she turned to look at Dylan happily as he stood there.