Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

So, uh, Why Aren't You Wearing Any Clothes?

Chapter 8:

Jessica's POV:

"Whoa, how did you know that?" Harry asked, stunned. Because, I don't know, maybe because I used to go to his games all the time. And make signs. And wear face paint.

I smirked and shrugged. "I may have heard it once or twice," I teased, looking over at a glaring Niall.

"So, you think you know everything, huh?" the Irish boy quipped. I pretended to think hard for a second then nodded.

"Pretty much," I taunted.

He snatched Harry's phone and tapped away on some things. "I will ask you the questions now," he muttered at the screen.

"What other language can Justin speak besides English?" Niall quizzed me.

I thought back to when my cousin flew me out to Paris. That's also where I met Selena for the first time. "French," I answered, and he huffed. "Don't be sad, Niall!" I leaned over to pinch his cheeks. He fake sobbed into Harry before reading another question off the phone.

"This is a hard one. What happens if he gets a call from an unknown number?" Niall interrogated me.

"He answers in a British, girl accent," I told him. He sighed, knowing my answer was correct.

"Damn, Jess," Zayn laughed. I probably come off as such a creepy fangirl. I almost smacked myself when I realized that they would've run away a long time ago if they got that vibe from me.

"I don't want to ask you anymore questions," Niall tossed Harry's phone back to him.

"Don't be upset," Harry cooed and rubbed his back while the blonde boy 'cried.'

"Why?" Niall fake sniffed and flipped me off. I smiled cheekily, and Zayn chuckled.

"Because she hasn't met him!" Harry reassured him. I forced myself to hold back my burst of laughter. I can't tell them. A few tears escaped my eyes.

"Are you crying?" Zayn asked in a worried tone. I rubbed my eyes and couldn't help myself. I fell in the floor and started laughing. The boys just sat there and watched my idiot self laugh like a hyena on crack. Soon Niall joined in with my contagious laughter, then Harry. Zayn stay calm while the three of us were in uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"Hey, have you guys seen my- woah. What's going on here?" Another voice asked. I sat up to reveal a naked Louis, except for the towel that hang low around his waist exposing his V-line. My eyes grazed over his perfectly sculpted body. I couldn't bring myself to look away. That is until Louis cleared his throat. My eyes shot from his body to his face. He was clearly smirking at me.

"See something you like?" He asked cheekily. I blushed a deep red color while the other boys laughed. "No, uh..." I felt so awkward. "It's okay, I know I'm hot," Louis laughed. I buried my warm face into my hands. "Aw, little Jessica's embarrassed," Niall poked my cheek. I glared at him from under my hands. "Shut up," I whined. He started laughing again.

"So, uh, why aren't you wearing any clothes?" I asked Louis while trying to avoid eye contact with any part of him. "Look at me and I'll answer," he told me. I slowly trailed my eyes to his bright blue ones. A smirk lay across his face. "It would seem that someone took them," he pulled his towel tighter around his waist. "Wonder who," Zayn chuckled. "Oh, I already know it was Jessica," Louis smiled. "What?" I asked, my eyes growing wide. "Yes it was. You wanted to see this body," he gestured to himself. I tried to force my eyes not to look again, and succeeded. I knew if I did, I would not stop.

"It wasn't me! I didn't take them!" I protested. "Yeah mate. It was Harry," Niall defended me. I smiled at him which he returned. "Liar! It was Jessica," Harry cried. "No. Look at the pile of clothes he is obviously sitting on," I pointed out the sweats sticking from under his leg. He glared at me, then Niall. "Why would you defend her? She just kicked your ass in that who-knows-Justin-Bieber-more competition," Harry pouted. "Fellow beliebers stand up for one another," Niall high-fived me.

I giggled and watched as Harry handed Louis his clothes. "Better look one more time Jessica before he puts his clothes on," Zayn teased. Louis winked at me and I covered up my blushing face again with my hands. "Leave the poor child alone," Liam, who finally decided to join us, told the immature boys. I smiled at my savior. I need some more girl friends. That way we can talk about periods and such.

Louis left the room to go put his clothes back on leaving me with the other boys. They each looked at one another, not saying a word. It's like they could read each others thoughts. I glanced at each of them. "Uhh, guys?" I asked. Suddenly, I was on the floor with a body on top of me. I was laying on my stomach, with someone across me so we looked like an X. One by one, the boys besides Louis laid on top of me. I groaned. "Get off me," I whined. "Sorry, but it's a ritual," Zayn 'apologized'. "For what?" I questioned him. "To becoming our friend," Harry answered. "Who said I wanted to be your friend?" I teased them. "Well, you obviously love us," Niall laughed. I giggled and tried to toss them off, but they wouldn't move.

"So exactly how long does this ritual last?" I groaned. I was really starting to hurt. "We are waiting for Louis," Liam stated. After a few seconds, no Louis. "Louis Tomlinson!" I screamed, wanting these boys off me. "Can't get enough of me?" He joked as he strolled into the room, fully dressed. He studied over our dog pile and laughed. "They must like you," he smirked. "Just get on before we kill the poor girl," Niall scolded him.

Louis cheerfully jumped on top, adding more weight on top of me. I groaned under the pressure. Then, one by one they all got off. I was left on the floor, breathing hard due to breathing difficulty. "I think we killed her," Harry kicked my side softly. "Which is why she's breathing?" Zayn smacked the back of his head. "No, no. I can stand up by myself after having five twenty-something year old guys lay on top of me," I cried sarcastically as I struggled to pull myself up. "Hey, I'm not that old, yet," Harry smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.

"So, you're a belieber?" Louis wiggled his eyebrows at me. I laughed and so did Niall. "Hardcore! She knows more than Niall," Harry told him. Louis chuckled and looked at me.

"You know how you have JB as your ringtone, and Selena Gomez," he started. "Yeah," I quirked up an eyebrow at him. "Well, what happens when I call you?" Louis asked and I shrugged. He smiled and pulled out his phone. He tapped away at a few things then my phone started ringing. It was a boring ring tone.

"No, no, no. This will not do." He grabbed my phone and walked into the next room with all the boys trailing behind. Each of them were saying weird things which I guessed was to set as their ringtones. When they came back out into the room, Zayn handed me my phone.

The background was changed to a picture of the boys making stupid faces. And, I had three new contacts since Zayn and Louis added theirs yesterday. "You boys are impossible to understand," I laughed at the crazy pictures they took. "Thank you," Niall laughed.

Suddenly, Liam's phones started ringing. He looked at his screen then at the rest of the boys, "Its Paul," he told them. "Who's that?" I asked, being my nosey self. "Our bodyguard that we may have ditched earlier," Zayn said sheepishly. "We didn't ditch him, we just left without telling," Harry cleared things up. I rolled my eyes at them. Liam answered his phone then started talking to Paul.

"Why did you guys ditch him? He's supposed to keep you say from fans," I pointed out. "Sometimes he acts as if he was our baby-sitter. It gets quite tiring," Louis whined. "So?" I told him. He shrugged along with the other three.

Liam stopped talking on the phone and walked back over to us. "Paul is not happy an he's just down the street from picking us up," he explained. A few seconds later, a car horn went off outside. "Sorry, we have to run," Harry kissed my cheek then left to the front door. Each member kissed my cheek after Harry and left.

I sighed. I really need girl friends.