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You Two Are Just Friends But The Boys See Your Flirty Texts

Zayn: "Hey, fuck off!" you exclaim, watching Louis snatch your phone from your palms. "Who are you texting anyway?" Niall asks, looking over from the sofa. "Who do you think she's texting?" Harry raises an eyebrow and the other boys snicker. "You guys are annoying, give me that," you reach for the phone but Louis tosses it to Liam, who passes it to Zayn. "If you guys break that..." you begin, hoping they don't read your texts. "If we break it, we'll buy you twenty new ones," Liam points out, offering a smile. Good point. "Aww, she IS texting Zayn," Niall coos, scrolling through your phone. "Oooh, I see some winky faces in here!". "You two should just hook up already," Louis sings, poking your cheek. "I'm leaving," you say firmly, grabbing your phone from Niall and hoping the boys don't notice your blush...and the hint of a smile. 

Liam: "You've been on that phone all night," Harry pouts, leaning over your shoulder. "Hmm?" you look up and automatically feel guilty. "Sorry, just...important stuff," you lie, meeting Zayn and Louis' confused gazes. "Important? I guess flirting with Liam classifies as important," Niall whistles, leaning over your other shoulder. You hadn't even noticed him. "Hey! Don't read my texts," you quickly lock your phone and feel you cheeks growing warm. "Aww, don't blush," Louis hums, patting your arm. "He does the same thing when we catch him texting you," Harry admits with a laugh. "You guys need to just get together already," Zayn sighs, flipping through channels on the tv. 

Niall: "Let's see, there's six of us in this room and three of us are texting," Louis looks from you to Zayn to Niall who's across the room on the sofa. "Girlfriend," Zayn says simply, shrugging and turning back to his phone. "Are you and Niall sexting?" Harry jokes, a few of the boys joining him in laughter. "He wishes," Liam snorts, causing the laughter to increase and your cheeks to redden. "I can hear you, y'know!" Niall calls out with a faint smile. "We're not sexting, we're texting," you tell them, waving your phone in the air. "Why don't you just talk in person? He's RIGHT there," Zayn raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. "Because maybe we're saying things we don't want you guys to hear," Niall says quickly, causing the boys to whistle. "Not like that!" you and Niall say at once, both of you starting to laugh. "All I know is I see some winky faces and naughty words," Liam reports, peering over Niall's shoulder before Niall notices and elbows Liam's chest. 

Harry: "Hey!" you walk from the kitchen to the living room only to find that three overly-nosy boys had taken hold of your phone. "Scandalous messages," Louis says, his eyes flickering from the screen to you. "I didn't know you and Harry were dating," Zayn frowns, wondering why you two had never said anything. "We're NOT dating," you say quickly, snatching your phone from Niall as your cheeks grow red. "Might as well be with messages like that," Liam shrugs, lightly patting your shoulder. "Plus he's always got that dopey smirk on when he's texting you, true love is in the air," Louis says dramatically, reaching over and leaning on your shoulder. "Maybe," you say softly under your breath, hoping it's true. 

Louis: "Can I borrow your phone? Mine's dead," Zayn asks, watching you and Harry start breakfast while Louis and Niall are still asleep on the mass of blankets on the floor. Having all the boys stay over while they were passing through your town was always a good time. You start pouring some pancake batter on the griddle when you notice Harry's suddenly no longer cooking bacon and another boy had entered the room. "Flirt texting much?" Niall looks up from your phone and grins. "Hey! I thought you were borrowing my phone," you scold, taking it back and tucking it in your jeans' pocket. "He was, he just didn't say WHY he was borrowing it," Harry defends with a cheshire grin. "You and Louis need to, like, hope on the couple train already," Liam sighs, going to make a pot of coffee. "You're all annoying me," you playfully give them each a tap on the arm with a spatula and hope they don't notice your profuse blushing. Liam's totally right.