~*~ Louis ~*~
“Truth or dare, Gemma?” Louis starts the game, sitting next to Harry on the couch and rubbing his hands together.
“Truth,” she replies readily.
“How old were you when you got your first dildo?” Louis asks with a smirk. If they are playing this game, he’s going to make sure it is interesting.
Gemma grins at him and giggles. “Jumping right in there, aren’t you? I was 16. I still have it, too. It’s the one from the scavenger hunt.” She turns to Niall with an evil smile. “Niall, truth or dare.”
“Dare,” Niall says boldly, clearly confident that Gemma couldn’t possibly come up with anything too bad.
“Do something right now that you have fantasized about doing but never had the balls to do,” Gemma dares.
The blood instantly rushes out of Niall’s face. “Can I change my answer to truth?”
“No,” Gemma declines, unwilling to give in.
Niall takes a deep breath and looks between Harry and Louis, obviously apprehensive. With a nod, he steels himself and leans over to Harry where he’s sitting between him and Louis. “Sorry, Louis,” he murmurs just before his mouth lands on Harry’s, his tongue swiping over Harry’s bottom lip before licking into his mouth.
Louis clenches his fists, but otherwise shows no outward response. Inside, he’s a seething mess, but he reminds himself that Harry belongs to him. They may not have made it official, but he has nothing to worry about. Now, he just needs to believe that.
Niall finally pulls away, and Louis noticeably relaxes. “Liam, truth or dare?” Niall asks, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Truth,” Liam answers with wide eyes.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Niall cheekily asks.
“June. We broke up a week later,” he says without hesitation. “Zayn, truth or dare?”
Zayn hums softly. “Truth”.
“Have you ever hooked up with Louis?” The words settle heavy in the silent room.
“Yes,” he admits unrepentantly. Louis feels Harry flinch beside him so he slips his hand onto Harry’s thigh in comfort. “Harry, truth or dare?” Zayn asks quickly continuing the game.
“Truth,” Harry replies hesitantly.
Zayn lifts an eyebrow in challenge. “Are you a virgin?”
“Define virgin,” he counters. The muscles of Harry’s thigh clench tight under Louis’ hand as he strokes him soothingly.
“Penetration of a penis,” Zayn states without backing down.
“Yes,” Harry says. Louis stiffens beside him, unsure what game Zayn is playing at. Harry closes his eyes and turns to Niall. “Truth or dare.”
Niall grins at his friend in barely repressed excitement. “I’m totally going to regret this, but dare.”
“Send the most recent photo on your phone to Louis,” Harry demands, his face the picture of innocence.
