A different side to one direction

Wake up call

So this wee chappy is dedicated to mr McCartney and tbh i quite fancy him but he doesn't believe me :( oh well and its so embarrassing that he is reading my fanfiction but oh well happy birthday for the other day! :*

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I wake up to see five faces. Five smirking faces. "Uhh. Guys? Why are you all smirking like idiots?" I ask drowsily.

"You talk in your sleep." Louis says laughing. I sit up really fast.

"What?!?"

"You moaned each of our names at least once while you were sleeping." Harry laughs. "And mine was by far the loudest."

"'M not so sure lad. I think Niall's name was pretty much as loud." Louis objects, patting Harry's back comfortingly. I start blushing, and hide under the covers.

"Don't hide love! It was actually awfully cute!" Niall says, bringing the bed sheets lower. I snuggle deeper into them to get warm, but Harry pulls the sheets completely off, making me curl in a ball. I shiver and close my eyes.

"You weren't gonna go back to sleep Soph right? Because there's about thirty minutes left 'till landing and I highly doubt Niall was finished with you earlier." He scolds.

"And I didn't even get to start!" Louis adds.

"Do you need to start?" I mumble in the pillow.

"What was that?"He responds. I groan, hugging the pillow to my body.

"That's enough! Liam, Zayn, hold her legs. Louis, help me with her arms." Harry snaps. I curl into an even tighter ball, hoping they won't be able to play with me again, but their grips are firm on my limbs. It feels like I'm fighting against iron as I struggle as much as I can, but they succeed to immobilize my body on the bed. Niall is watching the scene carefully, placing himself on his knees between my legs

"Don't worry about me! I don't feel like a lab rat at all at this moment!" I say, before biting my lip, as Harry's and Louis's fingers brush my cut wrists. I briefly see Niall's concerned face eyeing my wrists inquisitively.

"Maybe if you'd shut up and stop struggling, you could maybe learn to enjoy what will now be your daily treatment!" The curly-haired boy retorts, his fingers digging in my wrists. I can't help whimpering in pain, and stop fighting altogether, giving up breathless. Their hold on my members are still forceful though.

"Daily?!? I have to pleasure myself daily?!?" I exclaim, the statement graving itself inside my brain suddenly.

"Yes. Or you can ask one of us to help you, if you know what I mean," Louis responds, smugness evident in his British voice. "That is, if you deserve it."

"No thank you." I spit back. "You guys are so incomprehensible!" I exhale, exasperated of all their childish ways.

"And why is that?" Zayn answers back.

"You're willing to punish me because I'm supposedly fantasizing over Ian and not you guys, meaning you're the ones that want all the pleasure to yourselves. Which is really selfish by the way, in my opinion. Although, there you are all like curious horny teenagers, craving to watch me to get my own pleasure." I explain rapidly, feeling lightheaded at the end.

"You're just as perplexing you know!" Liam argues. He seems to be the only one that understood my word vomit. "One second you're as rebellious as ever, and the next you're as submissive as a domesticated dog." Ouch. That hurt my self-esteem. My eyes drift to my wrists for a mere second.

"The thing is, maybe you're not gonna wanna leave us after our dealed time together is finished." Niall says softly.

"Oh I highly doubt that." I respond a little too harshly. "We'll you shouldn't. A little tip though, it would be in your best interest to make your time in London worth it. Maybe you could even make a few friends." Harry says, entering our debate.

"Oh because you're gonna let me go out?" I say sarcastically, but getting a little hopeful.

"We never know. It'll all depend on you." He responds huskily.

Feeling numb in my hands, I shake them a bit, but Louis's and Harry's hold get tighter around my wrists, making me wince. Niall's gaze on me is as enquiring as ever, but he doesn't say anything. I have that bad feeling he knows something is wrong with my wrists. Speaking of... "Ok guys, can you loosen your grips? I can't feel my limbs." I say. They don't slacken their grasp. "Okay okay! I'm at his mercy!" I continue, flashing a glance at Niall. "Or whatever! I won't do anything except what he tells me to! Just let go please!" I plead. I sigh in relief as soon as I feel their clutch relax and the blood circulating normally around my body again. "Thank God." I mutter.

"Now off with the clothes." Niall starts, as if nothing happened. His warm hands travel slowly along my stomach and on my waist, playing with the hem of the cheerleading skirt, before sliding it down my legs. It makes me automatically remember our little time together backstage. His thumb pads trace patterns on my thighs, making me tense up abruptly. I close my eyes in shame, feeling faintly aroused already. Stupid, stupid body. This is bad! Even if the guy's sexy! I deliberate mentally.

"Harry, Louis? Could you take her top off? I'm a little stuck here." I open my eyes to see him motioning my legs, his Irish accent driving me back into the real world where I was supposed to learn how to pleasure myself. Shitty world. It hits me. My top leaving means my cuts evident. With a bit of luck, they won't notice.

"Bring your arms up," Louis instructs like I was a five year-old trying to undress. I stuck my tongue out at him, and obeyed reluctantly.

"Soph, you are such a child, it's ridiculously funny to take care of you." Harry points out chuckling, helping Louis to lift the clingy top over my head.

"Yeah, 'cause you've taken such great care of me Harry. It's so generous of you. You shouldn't have." I grumble ironically through the costume. The guys all snigger in unison, before Harry and Louis manage to take if off completely.