Faking it with friends ( “you two are just friends but you fake sex to trick/prank the other boys”)
Louis: Louis and you had been hanging out one on one quite a bit lately and the boys had started to give you a hard time about it. Once you joined them on the tour bus the hazing got worse. There was nothing going on, so it was starting to get really annoying. Louis agreed and decided that it was time to teach them a lesson. So once you “thought all of the boys were asleep” in the bunks you snuck into Louis’. “(Y/n) what are you doing, it’s too…” Louis was whispering just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Shut up, I want you now,” you interrupted putting your hand over his mouth and closing the curtain, hoping the other boys would think it was a kiss. The only way you could fit in with him lying down was to straddle him so you pulled him up and fumbled around a bit till you were both sitting facing each other. You realized that it was dead silent so subtlety would make it the most believable. “I need you,” you breathed out and stepped it up by zipping down his jeans. You looked nervously to him fearing it was too much but he just smiled like he was proud of your creativity. “Fine, but you have to try and keep it down,” he whispered proceeding to move and hit the wall so that the appropriate noises would be made. You started breathing really heavily and Louis smile spread across his face, he threw in a few groans like he was trying to contain them. All of a sudden he adjusted himself so his hand was covering your mouth. His other hand was on the back of your head as he pulled you closer, “moan for me babe,” he said it so quietly you were pretty sure no one else could hear but you obeyed regardless. He muffled your moaning of his name, by keeping his hand there biting his lip in thought as you did it. “Shhh, or we can’t do that again,” he whispered louder that time and kissed the hand covering your mouth as loudly as possible. “Please, don’t do that again,” you heard Niall plea from the bunk bellow. “We’ll stop pretending to have sex when you stop pretending we’re dating,” you said proudly hopping down to move back to your bunk. “I knew you were faking it,” Harry chirped in proudly. “I just don’t want to hear that ever again,” Liam added. “No promises,” Louis watched you make your way back into your bunk as you looked back to him quizzically. Zayn must have slept through the whole thing because he had no idea what anyone was talking about in the morning.
Harry: “We have to figure out the room situation,” harry helped you with your bag as you all made your way into the cabin. “Niall and I will room together, but we get the twin-beds room. I don’t want him cuddling up to me,” Louis walked to the room before you had time to argue. “I’ll room with you Liam,” Zayn said hugging him and going to the king-size-bed room. “Rude,” you concluded as you realized that the only room left was the queen-size-bed room. “Welcome to my room,” Harry said dragging your bag behind him. “I thought I would get a twin size bed for sure, or at least share the bigger single bed,” you whined. “Don’t act so excited to sleep with me (y/n),” Harry joked striping down to his boxers. You followed getting into more appropriate bed sharing pajamas. “Not like that, it just makes since for the girl to get her own bed, you know?” He looked at you and a devious smile spread across his face. “Want to get back at them,” he asked biting his bottom lip. “Ok,” you hesitantly agreed as he gestured for you to go to the other wall. “We have all night to use the bed (y/n), I want to have you against the wall,” Harry shouted loudly as he slammed his body against Nouis’ wall. You did the same against Ziam’s shouting, “take me then.” You took a short pause than got an idea, “Ewww, Harry I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.” Harry looked to you terrified and angry at the same time. “Trust me it is, let me show you how to use it,” he shouted really loudly and you tried really hard to contain your laughter. “Ok, what the fuck, put it in,” your smile grew and his face became more competitive. “Fine, but brace yourself, it might hurt a little at first. I’m bigger than most,” he tried to gain some pride back. “Oh that wasn’t so bad, I didn’t feel a thing.” Harry got frustrated and ran over to tickle you. “Harry,” you shouted not being able to contain it. “(Y/n),” he grunted really loudly and pounded on your wall then ran to pound on his. “Told you I know what I’m doing,” he shouted, possibly more out of anger than show. “You’re right I guess color, size, and shape don’t matter,” you shrugged which must have been his tipping point because Harry ran to you and slammed you to the bed. He pinned your arms above your head and was on top of you so you couldn’t break free. “Most improved goes to Harry Styles,” Niall shouted in his best announcer’s voice. “He also gets a green ribbon for participation,” Zayn added from his side as they all laughed in unison. “I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he growled quietly. “Maybe it’s time you let me teach you something,” you suggested with a challenging smirk as he seemed to be contemplating it and rolled off.
