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seventeen

"Is Liam talking to you yet?" Louis whispered in my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder and his arms around my waist as he lay behind me on the sofa.

"No," I snorted, leaning into him as he chuckled. "It's been five days! He still pissed at Harry, too. So at least I'm not the only one in his bad books. It's not even my fault, Harry was the one who sent the tweet about Liam and Zayn sharing a bed - it had nothing to do with me!"

"Yeah but I bet you didn't try and stop him," Louis snorted, his fingers tickling my stomach. I squirmed and slapped his hand to stop him but I didn't answer. "Thought not!"

"OI TOMLINSON! Put her down please, she's mine this weekend!" Harry called. Louis tutted loudly in my ear and I giggled as he let go of me and we turned to see Harry grinning cheekily at us, an overnight bag slung over his shoulder. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for an hour, Styles. I was waiting for you to finish packing your make-up," I smirked in reply. I stood up, hearing Louis groan behind me as I pulled out of his grasp. "Shall we go, then?" I raised an eyebrow.

Harry was going home for the weekend for a family party – a great aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary or something, he didn't even know. Anne had invited me along to stay. I hadn't even needed to think about it, I'd said yes almost right away. Some best friend time with Harry was most definitely needed.

"Yep!" Harry smiled, grabbing the small suitcase I'd left by the door and pulling a face at me. "Bloody hell, Cass. We're only going for one night, what's in here?! You're such a girl... Anyway, I'll take it down to the car, leave you two to say goodbye in peace and kiss and whatever it is you do that makes me want to throw up."

"See ya tomorrow night, mate," Louis chuckled, pulling Harry in for a hug. "Have fun, yeah? ...Make sure she doesn't get horrendously drunk, okay?"

"I won't," Harry smirked. "Don't worry; she's sleeping in Gemma's room anyway, so she hasn't got to attempt to resist my sexiness."

"Harry." I sighed warningly.

"I'm kidding! He knows I'm only joking... Right? You do know I'm joking?" he looked worriedly at Louis, who had a smirk on his face.

"I know," he nodded, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Once she's a taste of Tomlinson, she'll never go back!"

"Oh my God!" I groaned.

"No, love. My name is Louis," he spoke slowly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I can see how you might get confused, though."

"The pair of you, I swear," I shook his of and tutted. "Forget you both, Zayn's my best friend, Niall can be my boyfriend."

"You wish you were good enough for Niall Horan!" Harry called over his shoulder as he walked out of the door. "I'll wait in the car!"

"Why am I even going out with you?" I raised an eyebrow, looking up at Louis when he slipped his arms around my waist and grinned at me. "You're so bad."

"Which is exactly why you're my girlfriend," he winked. "You wouldn't have me any other way!"

"Eh, I suppose," I shrugged my shoulders and Louis laughed, lightly pressing his lips against mine. "I'll call you when we get there, okay?"

"And before you go to sleep. And in the morning, and when you leave to come back."

"You're so needy!" I giggled.

"Another reason why you love me!" Louis grinned, pecking my lips again and letting go of me. "Go on, go and get in the car before I lock you in my bedroom and never let  you out!" he shooed me through the front door and I smiled, kissing his cheek quickly before making my way downstairs to Harry's car.