Vogue.

Twenty Seven.

"This is too tight." Harry groans. "I've lost feeling in my legs."

"Quit complaining you actually have pretty thin legs." I tell him, buttoning his jeans.

"I can't tell if that's actually a compliment or not..." He spoke, making me chuckle.

"Are you finished?" I ask, setting my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, zip me up would you?"

"You know I always hear that but never from a guy." I shake my head, turning to laugh at him.

His back was to me and my dress was obviously too tight around his shoulder.

"Do you shave your back?" I ask, rubbing my finger up his spine. He jerked forward, shivering, making me laugh.

"Must you fondle me?" He scoffs.

"This isn't fondling, but I can show you fondling if you want..." I shrug, taking holding of the zipper. "And if you rip my dress I promise you will have the-"

"Are you threatening me?" He asks, turning around.

"Stand still." I say, flicking his back. I tugged up the zipper, luckily since the zipper ended half way up my back , it zipped up his. Your toosh looks nice..." I compliment

"Quit checking me out." He chuckles.

"You can't tell me what to do-"

"Shall I make you stop?" He questions, turning and grabbing my wrists. I raised my eyebrows, making him grin and pull me forward. "You don't look so bad in my clothes."

"Your jeans are a little tight around my thighs." I tell him. He looked down and left his fingers pinch the loose material.

"They're tighter on mine." He shakes his head. "Ready?" He asks. I nodded and walked out first.

"Wow, not too bad Celine." I heard Liam say.

My dare had been 'You and the partner to your right switch clothes for the rest of the game.'

"I think I could pull it off." I agree, chuckling. "But who wears it better?" I ask, turning to see Harry walking out, tugging my dress over his legs.

"I think Harry does." Naomi laughs.

Niall was laughing hysterically, and his laugh much too contagious.

"Okay, who's next?" Harry asks.

When the shots were gone the game was over. Liam and Aspen were completely intoxicated, while everyone everyone but Rylee and I were tipsy, on the way to drunk. Rylee was only buzzed, telling me she didn't need a hang over.

"We should all go to the hotel."Liam suggests

How I was going to manage five drunk people was beyond me, but I wasn't going to let any of us be slapped front page glossy-eyed, and dazed.

"We should, I don't want to sleep yet." Mimi agrees.

I left Rylee to watch them while I took Harry with me to find his band mate and the ladies we met earlier.

"Slow down, I don't know where we're going yet." He exhales, falling behind me, catching my arm in his grasp.

"Well figure it out we don't have all night." I tell him.

"Yessss," He drug out. "We do." He tried slowing me down, by tugging me back. He let out a loud groan and I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pushing my back against the wall. "Rylee is watching them, they're going to be fine when we get back." This was the most sobered he'd seemed since the game ended. "Okay?"

I gave him a short nod as he stepped back, and lifted his hands to cup my chin and peck my lips.

"Come on." He said, tugging me along.

We found his sister in one of the empty dressing rooms, reading a book.

"There you are, when are we leaving?" She questions.

"Right now, we just need you to help us corral a few drunk people." He tells her.

"Are you drunk?" She asks.

"Not yet." He shakes his head. Her eyes moved across our linked arms to my eyes, as if asking me.

"I'm not drinking." I assure. After she agreed we had her get a couple cars while we got everyone else.

"Sitting on laps, lap sitting." Liam chanted once we got to the cars.

"We have plenty of space, you don't have to sit on anyone's lap." Rylee told him.

"I'll sit on yours, then." He cheesed, smacking her cheek lightly.We fit everyone in the two cars, Rylee, Liam and Gemma were in the car with us. It was halfway through the ride that I'd actually felt the weight of Harry's arm over my shoulder.

"So where are you from?" Gemma asks me.

"Malawi, but I've lived in Texas since I was young." I answer.

"Malawi, as in Africa?" She asks.

"South Africa." I nod.

"You're South African?" I heard Harry whisper beside me.

"Yeah." I chuckle.

"That's..." He let out a breath, leaving his thought unfinished.

"Do you speak one of the South African languages?" She asks.

"Zulu."

"That's impressive."

We really were take to their hotel, I discovered that Aspen had fell asleep in the other car. Rylee helped her up and inside.

"You think you guys are staying the night?" Harry asks me quietly.

"Um..." I smile, shaking my head. "I don't know."

"I hope so." He spoke, following Gemma up the stairs, distantly.

"Why's that?"

"I don't have to say bye yet." He shrugs.

"Are you still tipsy?" I inquire.

"Sadly no." He chuckles, bumping me in the rail.

"Ow, punk." I say, pushing him.

"Don't make me hurt you." He threatens, jokingly.

"Oh please." I roll my eyes.

"I will." He attempted to convince me.

"I don't believe that." I say, passing the few stairs above him.

"Fine-" His arms snaked around me again, throwing me, effortlessly over his shoulder. I held in my screech and replaced it with a huff.

"I'm in a dress." I remind.

"I know, I wore it." He shakes his head. "It's long enough, I wouldn't have done it, if it wasn't."

"Whatever, I have a fine view." I say, poking him in the butt.

"Hey, keep your hands to yourself, missy." He gasps.

"I could say the same to you." I retort, playfully.