THIS IS DISCONTINUED. THERE WILL BE NO MORE CHAPTERS. HOWEVER THANK YOU FOR ALMOST 50K VIEWS AND 1K VOTES. I DONT KNOW WHY YOU ALL LIKE IT. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 13.
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Moaning arose you from your sleep, they were distinctly coming from the room next to you, from your best friend. Get in Clara! Well, get in Liam, but who cares about technicalities. But that woke you from your sleep- which was not welcome.
"Oh for fuck sakes," you groaned turning over to bury yourself into a close, hard pillow.
Cold.
Hard.
Pillow?
You opened your eyes to see Jack's pale chest and you blush. Whoops. Although you knew he wasn't, he was still like a stranger to you, so it made you all the more bashful.
You tilt your head up to see his groggy blue eyes trained on you,
"Comfortable?" he throatily said to you and you giggled before pushing him onto his back to you could lay on him, legs straddling his waist, head resting on the top of his chest.
"I was, until I heard that," you said, a rather large wanton moan echoed into your room right on cue, Clara And Liam were obviously enjoying themselves.
Jack let out a hearty chuckle before rolling the two of you over, your legs wrapping around his hips.
"Yeah, it's a bit off putting. We can tease them about it later. Let me kiss you now," he whined and you let out a laugh, before reeling his head in so his lips could meet yours.
🧡🍁⚡️💛⚡️🍁🧡🍁⚡️💛⚡️🍁🧡
You had got dressed, when their moaning stopped so Jack could go into his room to get clothing. You heard hearty laughing from Clara when Jack started to imitating their moans.
You really needed to find an incantation to thicken the walls, or at least make them sound proof...
You were half dressed, you had a large grey jumper on and you were currently pulling up some starry tights, getting ready to pull up a black and white plaid skirt with braces.
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"Shit, Y/N I swear you are trying to kill me," Jack groaned as he walked past you and flopped onto the bed, grabbing his phone, he opened up snapchat, as far as you could see, and as you pulled your pinafore up, he snapped a quick picture of you, your white hair still in a messy bun.
