My boys

Sleep overs

That night, the excitement from the day hadn't faded a bit. After wrapping up the music video, the boys were still buzzing with adrenaline, and no one was quite ready to call it a night. So, it was only natural that we all ended up back at Harry's place, the one place where we could all unwind together. His house had become our sanctuary, a place where we could all just be ourselves, away from the world and its expectations.

Harry's mum welcomed us back with a warm smile, clearly used to the chaos that came with having five teenage boys—and now, their close friends—in her home. We piled into the living room, still laughing and joking about the day's events, the euphoria of the shoot still hanging in the air. Someone suggested ordering pizza, and soon enough, we were all lounging around the living room, boxes of pizza scattered on the coffee table, the smell of pepperoni and cheese filling the air.

After dinner, as the night wore on and the conversation began to shift from playful banter to something more introspective, Harry—ever the mischievous one—suddenly sat up with a glint in his eye. "You know what we should do?" he announced, his voice full of mischief. "Play spin the bottle!"

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone exchanging looks. It was the kind of suggestion that could only come from Harry—bold, a little reckless, and exactly what we needed to keep the night going. The suggestion was met with a chorus of laughs and groans, but no one objected. We were all in the mood for something fun, something a little risky.

"Alright, alright, let's do it," Louis said, his eyes twinkling with the same mischievous light as Harry's. "But no backing out, yeah? Whatever the bottle lands on, you've got to go through with it."

A nervous excitement settled over the group as we all gathered around in a loose circle on the floor, the empty pizza boxes pushed aside to make room for the bottle. It was an odd mix of anticipation and nerves, but it felt right—like something we had to do to mark the occasion, to celebrate the fact that we were all here, together, on the brink of something incredible.

Harry found an empty bottle, and with a dramatic flourish, he placed it in the center of our circle. "Right, who's going first?" he asked, already grinning in anticipation of the chaos to come.

"I'll do the honors," Louis said, reaching out to grab the bottle before anyone else could volunteer. He gave it a quick, confident spin, and we all watched as it whirled around, the room suddenly quiet with anticipation.

The bottle slowed, its pace dropping as it wobbled back and forth, teasing us as it inched closer to its final stop. And then, it landed—pointing directly at me.

My heart skipped a beat as everyone's eyes shifted to me, the silence now charged with a new kind of energy. Louis's grin widened, but there was something else in his eyes, something deeper that made my breath catch in my throat.

"Well, well, well," Harry said, his voice filled with amusement as he leaned back on his hands. "Looks like it's you and Louis, Zoey."

My stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement as I met Louis's gaze, the teasing smirk still playing on his lips. "Alright, love," he said, standing up and offering me his hand. "Shall we?"

I took his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine, and allowed him to help me up. The room seemed to fade away as we walked towards the nearest door, which led to a small, dimly lit closet just off the living room. It was the classic "7 Minutes in Heaven" setup, and despite the playful atmosphere, there was something undeniably intense about the moment.

Louis opened the door with a flourish and gestured for me to step inside first. I did, my heart racing as I felt the soft darkness of the closet close in around me. Louis followed, pulling the door shut behind us, leaving us alone in the confined space. The only light came from the faint glow under the door, casting a warm, golden hue on the walls.