That night, when I was about as cozy as someone sleeping on a blow-up mattress can be, I listened.
I listened for kisses, or snuggling, or sex, or even just talking like couples do. But there was nothing.
Until there was.
At about 11, I heard an "I love you" coming from Louis.
Then an "I love you too, Boobear" from Harry.
I smiled, satisfied.
"Is she still awake?" Louis whispered.
"I don't think so," Harry assured.
The conversation kept on going until Harry abruptly stopped. "I think she just giggled," he panicked. I freaked out.
"No, she didn't," Louis murmured.
"She did."
"No."
"Mod!" Harry whisper-yelled. "Are you awake?"
"No," I mumbled, then clapped my hand over my mouth. "I mean..." I trailed off into fake snores and fake sleep-mumbling and fake kicking my covers around.
"Shit, Harry!" Louis' voice implied anger and panic. "You said she was asleep!"
"Mod," Harry called softly. "We know you're awake."
I sat up and whimpered an "M'sorry."
"S'okay," Harry assured. "Just... Don't tell anyone, ok?"
I nodded, and even though it was dark, I could tell that they knew that I promised I wouldn't.
