LOUIS
I don't notice it at first, the way the boys seem to have picked up a fascination with the size of my body. The realisation comes to me slowly, bit by bit as the boys give themselves away.
Liam is the first to slip up, gripping onto my waist to stop me from falling, which isn't all that unusual. He's just looking out for me, making sure I don't hurt myself, but the way he looks me up and down... that's certainly new. I push myself away from his body, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion before I walk past him.
Then there's Zayn who hovers over me as he pins me to the sofa after play-fighting. My hands are pressed into the cushion above my head, laughter slowly fading when he stills above me, eyes wandering my half-naked body. I frown in response, using his moment of weakness to push him off me before I'm gone.
Four nights later, Niall catches me mid-orgasm, which is awfully embarrassing, but it's hardly a big deal anymore. I've caught him doing some rather questionable things, too, so it's just one of those things that happens when you spend so much time together. And normally, I'd let it go, but I catch his hard-on before he runs off.
Harry is the only one who's behaviour isn't anything out of the ordinary, but realising that is also when I realise his behaviour around me has always been different. I've never noticed it before, but now that the others are acting the same way, I can hardly wrap my mind around the fact that he looks at me differently.
I let it go on for weeks, mainly because I'm expecting it to blow over, only it doesn't—if anything, it only gets worse, eyes following me whenever I'm walking around in my boxers or drowning in one of Harry's hoodies, which inevitably makes me look smaller. Everyone knows I've never been against a little attention, but this is outright uncomfortable. I know the look in their eyes, so I know they're about ready to pin me down and fuck me, which is... well, a little exciting, to be honest, but it's also weird. Harry is the only one I'm allowing myself to be affectionate with because he's not looking at me like he wants to bend me over, which is why I snuggle into him during our weekly movie night, letting him run a hand through my wet hair.
"Did you use my shampoo?"
I hum in response. "Took a t-shirt from your closet, too."
"I can see that."
Niall picks a movie we've seen a hundred times over, but it's his turn to choose, so we have no right to complain. I spend half the movie drifting in and out of sleep, body halfway on top of Harry's as he keeps playing with my hair. I pull the blanket off us when it gets too hot underneath, which is when the first pair of eyes find my body, though it hardly takes a minute before all of them are taking me in.
I move away from Harry's body to sit up instead. "I'm gonna need one of you to tell me what the fuck is going on. I haven't been able to walk around in my boxers for weeks because you keep eye-fucking me."
Liam clears his throat. "Right... okay, so... it's just that... well... it's the way you look."
"The way I look?"
"You're just... so small."
I raise an eyebrow. "I've always been small."
"I know, it's just that... well, sometimes—"
"He wants to fuck you," Zayn interrupts, effectively getting the point across. "We all do."
Liam and Niall nod in confirmation. I look at Harry again, expecting him to be reasonable, but he nods as well, blushing at the confession.
"Have you all just agreed on this?"
"Not agreed," Niall confirms, "just discussed."
I chuckle at the idea because we can't do that. I've thought about it, sure, had my mind wrapped around the idea far too many times these past few weeks, but it's insanity... right? I mean, I suppose they all have something I want. Liam's size is impressive while Niall would ease my mind with his possible fear of breaking me. Zayn is unbelievably hot while Harry... well, I've always had a soft spot for him. I would probably drop right to my knees if he asked me to.
