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A/N:

Okay, I think this chapter has a little more sexual content than usual? IDK it's basically the same, but not as soft (but not like extreme either lmao). Just beware if you don't like that.

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The plane - or should I say private jet - lands smoothly. The whole trip's quick, hitting little to no turbulence. Not to mention, it's great taking a flight without a crying baby. I'm in pure nirvana the whole time.

Liam specifically asked the pilot to not tell us our destination when we landed, so when I get off the jet, I'm still clueless.

It isn't until the limo - yes, limo - pulls up to an iconic place that I recognize where we are.

Las freaking Vegas.

Our hotel is one on the strip, probably super expensive. I notice that it's one penthouse-style, with several rooms. Enough for all of us to sleep in, with adjustments of course. Liam insists that he can arrange for more rooms if any of us want more privacy, but everyone declines. The rooms are practically soundproof with the thick walls, and it overall seems more fun if we all share a living space. It's not like privacy doesn't exist.

It's not too late when we enter the suite, around nine in the night. The time difference throws me off. Even though it's semi-early, I'm ready for bed.

Of course, I'm not going to be a party pooper. Instead, I get started on a pot of coffee, earning a questioning look from Louis.

"I'm tired," I say defensively.

He nods in understanding. "Honestly, make us all some. I'm sure everyone's exhausted."

I make the whole potful, then find Harry in our declared room. He grins when he sees me, standing up from the bed and pulling me into a hug. I completely melt into him.

We've been having so many issues lately, it feels so nice to not overthink for once.

"It's a nice place, yeah?"

I nod in response.

"It was hard to make reservations so last minute."

I pull away and stare in disbelief. "You knew about it then? That we're coming here?" He nods, earning a smack from me.

"Of course I knew. I wouldn't let him take you somewhere stupid or dangerous," he grins proudly. "Besides, I didn't want to ruin your surprise."

"Stupid? Where could he possibly take us that would be stupid?"

"Well, he was definitely thinking about a nudist beach."

My cheeks turn bright red. "Oh."

He chuckles at my embarrassment. "Yeah, oh." His mocking tone doesn't help. "So, this is our room for the night. That's okay, right?"

"I don't know... Zayn's bed seems pretty warm..." I smirk. This is my way of getting back at him for lying to me. Petty and immature? Yes. But, it gets the job done.

His smile drops and mischief glistens in his eyes. Before I can process what's going on, he tosses me over his shoulder.

"Harry," I squeal, squirming in his arms. "Put me down."

"Where do you wanna sleep?" He asks intimidatingly, but it doesn't scare me.

"You already know," I respond, getting lightheaded. The blood's rushing to my head. "I like the view though."

He lightly taps my butt before tossing me on to the bed. "Oh yeah? Well, you can see that all night... if you admit you want to sleep with me."

Me and my pride.