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Ch 6: Dressing Up or Dressing Down

I capture her in a gentle yet desperate kiss, our lips gliding against each other's as if time was running out, which I had a feeling it was. She smiles into the kiss and a smirk grows on my lips in return. I let my arm snake around her waist and pull her body flush against mine. She moans against my mouth and parts her lips, allowing my tongue to slip in and explore the small space. When we pull back to catch our breath I attach my lips to her slender neck, leaving a good-sized mark on the skin. She pulls my face back up to hers and wraps her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I lift her up by her thighs and walk backwards into the dark red room. (A/N maroon!! Guess who??) When the door swings closed I let her down and we stumble towards the bed, our lips still moving against each other. I let my fingers trail down her back, searching for the tie of her satin dress. I release the ribbon and guide the material off her silky skin, pale from being in the dark castle most of the time. She reaches up to take my shirt off and pulls me onto the mattress, her lips trailing along my jaw. I roll over to put all my weight on my elbows and hover over her when...

I fall onto the hardwood floor of the parlour. I jerk awake and sit up as fast as lightning. I see that the other lads are still asleep but our female friend is M.I.A. I stand up and groan. I had to go and dream that dream just before waking up? Really? I hate mornings. I stretch before hastily looking for a bathroom, not wanting to have to walk all the way up the stairs with that friction, but not seeing a bathroom on the main floor. I wince as I walk, probably looking constipated. When I get to the kitchen I smell the wonderful aroma of tea and I unconsciously drift towards the smell, despite my, er, problem.

"Morning! Would you like some tea?" Liz asks and I smile, nodding and sitting down, attempting to atleast try and hide my hard-on. She gives me a mug and I let the steam waft into my sinuses, enjoying the smell. "Green tea?" I ask.

"Yeah. Hey, are you alright? You look... in pain." she struggles to find the right word to describe my expression and I can see how that would be the ones she found.

"Morning, Haz." Louis yawns, stretching as he walks in and sits down next to us.

"H-hey, Boo." I stutter, hoping not to draw attention to myself.

"You okay?" he asks with another yawn.

"Sure." I shrug, totally lying. He knows me well enough to see through it and automatically understands. He subtly nods and lets the subject drop.

"See? I asked him the same thing!" Liz says, gesturing to me vaguely.

"He just has to go to the bathroom." Lou says and I sigh, thankful to have such a wonderful friend who'll cover for me even in the awkward times.

"Oh, first door on the left, down that hall. Light switch is on the right." she says, cheering up instantly. Clearly, she hasn't spent a lot of time around guys.

I smile politely before hastily excusing my self from the table and dashing down the hall, ignoring the confused look on Liam's sleepy face and dashing into the loo. I sigh in relief as I shut the door behind me and lock it. Thank god for Tomlinson.

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"He must've really had to go." I say, looking from the now empty seat to the feather haired boy next to me.

"Yeah, its a morning thing." he shrugs, and I see a hint of hidden humor deep in his eyes. Is there some inside joke I'm missing?

"What has Harry's boxers in a bunch?" Liam asks, walking into the kitchen a pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Louis clears his throat so Liam turns to look at his friend and I see his eyes look down at his lap before glancing back up to his brown eyed best friend. The glance was so quick I thought it might've been my imagination but I know its not when I see the knowing look settle on Liam's face. He takes a seat and his eyes quietly look at me before a questioning expression settles on his features, his eyes on Louis.