Louis:
You had joined the guys on tour for a few days, hanging out backstage with both One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer. The two bands got along famously, which made the atmosphere relaxed and fun. However, this morning was anything but normal for you.
When you looked in the mirror, you saw it-a deep, reddish-purple mark on your neck, courtesy of Louis from the night before. You'd tried your best to cover it with makeup, but the effort had been in vain. The mark was stubborn, just like the man who left it there.
Now, sitting in the lounge with both bands, you were doing your best to keep your neck angled away from everyone's gaze, pulling your hoodie a little higher. But of course, with two groups of notoriously nosy boys, subtlety was not an option.
It started with Niall, who was sitting across from you, absently scrolling through his phone. He glanced up, squinting at you, before narrowing his eyes.
"What's that on your neck?" he asked suddenly, causing all conversations to halt.
Your stomach dropped as all eyes turned to you.
"What's what?" you said quickly, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt even closer.
"Oi, move your hand," Ashton said, leaning forward with a mischievous grin.
"No, I'm cold!" you protested, your face heating up.
"Oh, come on, love," Harry said with a smirk, clearly catching on. "There's no use hiding it. Let's see."
Before you could react, Michael reached over and tugged at your hood, revealing the unmistakable mark. A collective gasp, followed by loud laughter, erupted in the room.
"Holy shit!" Zayn exclaimed, leaning back with a wide grin. "Someone had a good time last night."
Louis, who had been sitting next to you, looked entirely too proud of himself. He casually slung an arm over your shoulder and grinned at everyone. "What can I say? I'm thorough."
"Thorough?" Luke repeated, laughing so hard he nearly fell off the couch. "That's one way to put it."
Your face was burning as you tried to pull the hood back up, but Louis wasn't letting you off the hook that easily.
"Don't be shy, love," he teased, kissing your temple. "They're just jealous."
"Jealous?" Calum repeated, shaking his head. "Mate, she's going to be walking around with that thing for days. Good luck explaining that to the fans."
"Explaining it?" Liam interjected with a chuckle. "She'll need a scarf for the next week!"
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "You're all the worst."
"Not worse than Louis," Niall quipped, still laughing.
Despite the teasing, the boys couldn't resist poking fun for the rest of the day. Louis, of course, took it all in stride, occasionally shooting you a wink and making sure you knew just how smug he felt about the whole thing.
By the end of the night, though, as you lay in his arms, you couldn't even be mad. The teasing might have been relentless, but being with Louis-and his endless charm-made every bit of embarrassment worth it.
Harry:
Tour life with Harry was always an adventure, filled with late-night talks, chaotic games with the boys, and little stolen moments of intimacy. Last night had been one of those moments. But this morning? This morning, you were paying for it.
As you walked into the lounge of the tour bus, still groggy from sleep, you immediately felt like something was... off. The room was unusually quiet, with Harry and the rest of the boys lounging around, all suspiciously glancing your way.
