Privilege

Chapter 11

"No way. No way!" Amanda half screeches. She stands up and removes the phone from her ear, the better to yell into the receiver. "You suck, Vanessa! I hope you choke on a condom and die!" she shouts, slapping the phone closed.

"Amanda!" Perrie admonishes.

"What? We all know my sister's a slut," Amanda says with wide- eyed innocence.

“What is it?” Niall asks warily as he sits down at the morning table - which is once again in a commotion - and looks warily at Amanda.

"She said, and I quote, 'I can't send you the invitation,'" Amanda says, putting on an overly shrill voice and tipping her head from side to side, like a little girl mocking someone on the playground. "I just got an e-mail saying that if anyone shared info about the Legacy with a Prescott student, the planner would find out about it, and the person who blabbed would be kept out.' Ugh! I am so not giving her Bubbles now."

"Bubbles?"

"My horse," Amanda mumbles.

Her horse. Niall blinks. Alright.

"You guys? Rourke says the same thing!" Another girl cries, clutching her phone with both hands as she reads a text. "He's afraid of the e-mail."

Everybody groans. Louis seems to be getting impatient.

"That's what they're all saying," Harry says without looking up from his phone. “Someone is really intent on keeping us out this year; wonder what we did to piss them off.”

“We have to find out what is going on,” Jeremy says and everyone looks at Louis for an answer.

Louis is looking thoughtful.

“We clearly need an invitation to find out where they are coming from,” Louis says. “If none of the invited wants to show us one, then I’ll have to call in a favor. Don’t worry, I’ll get us one.”

Everybody seems to visibly relax at that. It seems like they really do trust Louis. Niall eyes him warily, wondering what he is up to now. Whatever it is, Niall just hopes he doesn’t get sucked into it.

*

That same evening, half of privilege house is lounging in the common room, either studying, reading or chatting together quietly. Niall is kicked back in a loveseat, half-lying on top of Josh, his head on the armrest as Josh playfully feeds him pieces of chocolate; the most heavenly, delicious chocolate Niall has ever tasted if he might add. It just melts in your mouth and almost feels like sex.

“That’s it, I am moving to Switzerland,” Niall almost moans, his eyes half-lidded (Josh told him the chocolate is from Switzerland).

Josh chuckles.

“I’ll come with you. Then we can live off chocolate for the rest of our lives,” He jokes lightly, playing with Niall’s hair, the way Niall loves. Niall laughs softly.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” He grins. Josh looks down at him adoringly before swooping down and kissing him, not wasting time licking into his mouth and tasting the lingering chocolate. Niall hums contently, his fingers moving up and curling around Josh’s hair. For a moment they forget where they are and Josh grips Niall’s side and presses deeper into the kiss, the playful entanglement of tongues quickly turning all wet and teeth and passionate; Josh’s fingers slips under Niall’s shirt, the skin on skin contact makes Niall release a quiet moan.

“Alright, are you guys going to have sex right there?” Harry voices from across the room, making Niall and Josh quickly release each other. “You know I wouldn’t mind watching.” Harry adds, winking.