(Becca's pov)
I went to the boys' rooms and went through there closets. Nothing I liked. Darn. I felt a hand on my hip and I turned to see Louis? "Find anything of your taste?" I shook my head no and he smirked. I smirked back seeing a sparkle in his eye. "What are you thinking Louis Tomlinson?" I ask. His eyes flick to my lips and now I know. He wants to kiss me. I lean closer to him and tilt my head up. My hand hooks around his neck bringing him down to me. Our lips connect and move in sync. I don't know if it's just me or if all of these boys are damn good kissers. I mean sure I haven't kissed Niall or Liam but they probably kissed like a god like Zayn,Harry, and Louis. Louis licked along my bottom lip and I allowed. Our tongues danced together. Now we were in a make out session- no snog. What ever. I hear a pounding on the door as we pull apart. "You locked the door?!" I whisper yelled. He smiles and goes to open the door. I see four dressed and pissed off boys glaring at Louis. "Whoops." He says and pushes past the boys. They all turn and follow him so I follow them. Bad decision.
