Pretty Boy

Twelve

(Rest Peacefully. My wishes sent to the family)

Sleeping arrangements weren't all that hard to make after Louis and Harry had their reintroduction. They laughed and giggled, becoming super close super fast. The touches became less sexual and more soft. They slept with Harry on the outside and Louis next to him. Zayn was in between Louis and Liam. Niall obviously ending the line cuddled up to his boyfriend.

Louis and Harry faced each other giggling and sharing secrets.

"You didn't." Harry exclaimed in a whisper.

"Of course I did." Louis responded with quiet laughter.

"Why would you spread a rumor about yourself? Especially one about beating up an old man."

"I spread one each time I move, I see how crazy or weird they can get before people stop believing them." Louis shrugged. Harry admired the punk boy's face. It looked unfamiliar without the piercings.

"You only spread one." Harry observed.

"I was busy." is Louis' response, not meeting Harry's eyes.

They talk mindlessly for a while longer, before Harry could barely stay awake.

"Ya know, I like this, but I really like it when you talk sexy." Harry whispers in a sleepy haze. "Don't wanna just be a toy though."

"That can be arranged." Louis laughs.

"Goodnight Lou."

"Goodnight my Pretty Harold."

~

Zayn didn't know what to do sleeping in the middle, especially with Liam right next to him. He is laying on his stomach when he hears the sounds a kissing and giggles.

"Shh, Zayn is right there." He hears Liam whisper.

"Invite him then. Honestly you should have seen that bare ass. Plump and waving in the air as he changed." Niall hums. Zayn can't help the bright blush coating his cheeks as he continues to listen to more kissing.

"He looked so beautiful. You think there is anyway to get him to dress like that all the time?" Liam asked. Zayn smiles at the thought of someone thinking he's beautiful. Not hot, or sexy, but truly beautiful. He felt delicate when Liam called him that.

"I just wanna see him naked all the time." Niall giggles. Liam hums in response. Zayn likes the sound of that too. His body being appreciated instead of used.

"Can you pull him into our cuddle?" Niall's small voice rings out.

"If he flips in the morning, I'm blaming you." Is all Liam says before Zayn feels a strong wrap around his waist and turn him towards Liam. He decides it's best to pretend to be asleep and cuddles into Liam. He can always say it was his subconscious later on. He lays his hand across Liam's broad chest. A hand, who he assumes is Niall's intertwine their fingers.

"Perfect." Is mumbled before Zayn falls into slumber.

~

Harry woke up to wet kisses being pressed all over his face and a soft hand rubbing his belly.

"Time to wake up, Pretty Princess." A husky voice whispers in his ear. Harry smiles when he realizes who it is.

"Princesses need beauty sleep." Harry mumbles happily.

Louis bends down and begins to kiss up Harry's tummy, making the boy giggle. Louis reaches his lips and kisses him, slow and tender. He bites down on Harry's lower lip making the boy whine.

"How about you stop eating Harry's face and we can get some real food?" Niall's voice rings out. Both Louis and Harry laugh and separate. Leaving Harry with faint bite marks on his bottom lip.

"Out for breakfast?" Liam suggest with a smirk.

Harry agrees quickly and drags Zayn upstairs with him to get ready. Pulling out an outfit of a long skirt and floral long sleeve shirt, Harry begins to undress, ignoring the confused protests from Zayn. "I thought you might want to pick something from my closet." Harry shrugs pulling the skirt up his legs.

"Fuck no, I'm not into that, Harry." Zayn says quickly. Harry can see right through it, but he doesn't say anything. 

~

Heading off after breakfast Zayn drives with Liam and Niall. Harry can only imagine why. He and Louis decided to ride together. Sitting in the passenger seat Harry has some fun. Running his hands on Louis' thighs, rubbing his own nipples through his shirt.

"That's not very appropriate, Pretty Boy." Louis grinned, tightening his grip on the wheel.

"You know what else isn't very appropriate?" Harry asks a cheeky grin showing off his dimples. "The fact that I can't stop thinking about you fucking me on every surface in my house."

Louis shifts in his seat as he imagines the dirty scene Harry is describing.

"That can be arranged if you're a good for the rest of the drive home Pretty Boy." Louis sends him a wink.

"Only if you promise that you won't try to work me up." Harry grabs Louis' hand, because this time it's not just sex, and he's not just a body.