We'll Make it as a Quintette (on hold)

Chapter 4: The Slumber Party

~ LOUIS' POV. ~

Liam ends the live stream and Harry and I, although we have stopped kissing, are still laying on the floor, "We're all wearing our onezies, I got yours out for you," Harry said. I get up and walk over to the coffee table where Harry had put my onezie. I pick it up, cheekily smile back at Harry, and sashay toward the bathroom to change. I lock the bathroom door behind me and unfold the onezie to look at it. It has been forever since I've seen it, Harry must've gone deep into my closet to find it. I unzip the onezie and take off the clothes that I had worn for the day. I put on the onezie and look at myself, from the side in the full length mirror on the door. I don't like looking in the mirror, I don't like my reflection. The first thing I see is my bum, I hate my bum, it's so big, it's not a normal male bum, Harry says he loves it, and so do lots of the fans, but I don't see what they see in it. I turn to face the mirror full on, I look at my feminine frame. I sigh, thankful that my onezie is still baggie enough to hide my frame. I sigh again and exit the bathroom, apparently Harry had been standing outside because as I walk out I walk right into him, "Oops," I say. He smiles, his dimples show, eyes tearing. Eyes tearing? Wait what?

"Hi," he says, oh that's why his eyes were tearing up, he loves that moment, although he originally said 'oops' and I said 'hi', he would always say 'hi' after I said 'oops', and sometimes I would do the same to him. I smile and he wraps me into a quick hug, he then takes my hand we head back to the living room. We plop down on the couch and I cuddle into Harry.

"So," Harry says, rubbing his hands together and shifting somewhat excitedly, "what should we do?"

"Ooh!" Niall says, "How about we read fanfiction and make it come true! We can start with Louis and Harry!"

I chuckle a little, Niall is such a fangirl! it's quite funny. I look at Harry, raise an eyebrow, and smirk. Harry looks awed at the thought of us acting out fanfiction, he has a huge smile on his face, dimples showing, eyes wide and looking at the wall, obviously remembering something really dirty that he read. I poke him to get him out of his daze. He turns his head toward me and bites his lip, a devious smile playing across his face.

"Alright," he says and he pushes me down so I'm laying down on the couch, he climbs on top of my, straddles my legs, and starts kissing me roughly. I take my hands and tangle them in his hair as he starts grinding down on me.

"Hold up boys!" Zayn interrupts and we stop to looks at him.

"Um, we were acting out basically every fanfiction ever written about us," Harry says.

"Yeah but do you think we REALLY want to see that?" Zayn replies.

Harry looks at me, disappointed. He gets off of me and I try to sit up but Harry keeps me laying down as he plops down between me the back of the couch, putting an arm around me and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"Alright then, what ARE we going to act out then?" I say.

"How about one where Harry is pregnant!" Niall pipes up.

At that thought Harry sits up really fast, his eyes are wide and he is starring at me. Liam laughs at Harry's reaction but Harry shots him a death glare and Liam puts his hands up to say a somewhat sarcastic sorry. Harry goes back to starring into my eyes and I can't help but smile really big, it's so cute how he is so feminine at heart. Harry doesn't seem like a feminine guy on the outside, not at all, but on the inside he is so so feminine. I, on the other hand, am cursed with a feminine body and a masculine mind. Liam's words brake my train of thought, "Harry seems to like the idea, how about you Louis?"

"Sounds good to me," I say, shrugging a bit. Harry squeals and grabs a pillow of the couch, as I sit up, not wanting to be lying down anymore. Harry stuffs the pillow into his onezie, while the other boys look for a good fic, and I stare lovingly at Harry.