A different side to one direction

I'm fucked, or maybe not

He was the one who told me to snogg all of them...

Questions make their way into my head as Niall and the rest of the boys engage a conversation. Could he be jealous? Were not even dating! Not that I dislike the thought but it would seem too awkward.

Liam grips my thigh, making me focus on what was happening.

"So vas happenin'?" I ask, not minding Zayn's sudden crooked look in my direction. "Am I allowed to go alone?" I enquire, hoping for an affirmative answer.

"We've decided that tomorrow, we'll let you chat with your friend, under high supervision." Harry concludes after making small talk with Niall, Louis and Zayn while Liam kept looking down my cleavage. Bastard.

"You can't come with me! What if she starts fan girling all over you?!? It's supposed to be a girl's day out! I'm supposed to eat ice cream alone with no worries!" I protest, getting up. Liam sits me back down on his lap roughly, his hardness evident against my ass. Forgetting my character, I struggle to get back up but Liam clutches my thighs tightly to immobilize me.

"Why lick ice cream when you can lick us?" Comes Harry's cocky comment.

"Cause that's simply disgusting!" I retort, mental images flooding my mind. "How am I supposed to eat ice cream without dirty thoughts now?" I whine.

"Stop complaining. It's either we're going with you or you're not going at all." Liam whispers in my ear. The boys all look at me expectantly, waiting some kind of answer.

"Fine." I snap. I rub my temples and sigh before settling myself comfortably on Liam, purposefully rubbing his erection. "So what are we doing today?" I demand.

"Whatever you want, as long as you stay in the house." Harry mumbles, before leaving the living room with Louis, Niall and Zayn. I'm about to get up also, but Liam holds me down.

"Not so fast sweet cheeks." He scolds, pushing me into a laying position on the couch.

"Now what do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, pushing my breasts up at the same time.

"I wanna fuck you." He murmurs, tossing strands of hair out of my face. "But not now. Right now, I want you to kiss me like you kissed Zayn this morning." He says, leaning in.

Regaining my naughty role, I grab the back of his head and bring his mouth to mine. He roughly thrust his tongue inside my mouth, moaning when I responded ardently to his assault. His hips buck against mine, but he doesn't try to undress me to my great surprise.

Out of breath, he breaks the kiss, looking into my eyes.

"That's all?" I ask, cocking my eyebrow up.

"For now. I'll be claiming the rest tonight, your room." He says licking his lips, getting off me.

"No! You can't tonight! There's-" I start arguing.

"Whatever you have will have to wait. I'm coming, no other option." He silences.

Just great. What is tonight gonna look like if I have three boys in my room? I shudder and head upstairs. I enter my room, and see Niall sitting on my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.

"I think you're taking this dare a little too far." He says, looking at me seriously. "I think you're planning something. Again."

"Maybe I am," I shrug.

"Well I'm sorry, but unfortunately, I have to make sure that you don't."

"And I thought you were my friend." I grumble.

"I am, but at certain moments only. See me as a pillow. I can be there to comfort you at sometimes, but I'm not there with you all day..." he tries, seeing my sceptic face. "One thing is sure, I can't let you go. I can't let you escape." He says, walking over to hold me. I push him away. "Oh don't be so glum... I'll be bunking with you tonight." He adds.