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Liam (Your POV):
“Ugh,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head between your hands. Standing and stretching your body, you immediately flinched and rubbed your eyes, looking towards the bed where a muscled back faced you.
"Uh…excuse me-“ you mumbled, poking them in the back
"Mmm,” they groaned in response, swatting at your hand and rolling over.
“Liam?!” you exclaimed, waking him up fully. He examined the situation and cursed.
“Liam what the- Liam fuck! What the actual fuck Liam? What happened?!” you yelled, ignoring your body’s protests.
"Calm down…I think it’s pretty clear what happened.“ he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, making his arm muscles flex and you looked away.
You had always adored Liam, the two of you had been best friends since primary school. You got married in a playhouse and had each other’s first kiss when you were fifteen, just to get it over with. Now…he was your first, and you- weren’t his.
"I-I…need you to leave please,” you managed to get out as you turned around.
He stood, pulling on his pair of boxers and facing you,
"(Y/N)…I-“ you held up your hand.
"No Liam, I said get out.” you spat, pointing to the door, picking his clothes up and shoving them into his arms.
Liam opened his mouth to say something but his eyes trailed to the spots of red in the sheets and he lowered his eyes, a faint shade of rose covering his face as he cleared his throat.
"I uh….better go,“ he rushed, slipping his legs through the holes and buckling the belt, slipping his wrinkled shirt over his head and waling out, slamming the door behind him.
Louis (Your POV):
Curling up closer to the pillow you sighed and smiled, until your eyes snapped open. Your arm was highly curled around a torso, you sat up and examined his face,
"Louis?” you questioned.
"Oh…good morning?“ he propped himself up on his elbow, scratching the back of his neck as the sunlight hit his fresh blue eyes. The bedsheets wrapped around his waist.
"Louis…what happened?” you questioned.
“You don’t remember?” he replied. You shook your head,
"Well I came over last night for pizza and we started watching a movie, we were just horsing around, wrestling about and…well we kissed, and now we’re here.“ he nodded.
You faintly remember inviting him over and starting a movie on Netflix until you started shoving each other playfully. You remember laughing and staring into his eyes and leaning in, you were hesitant at first until he closed the gap between the two of you and now…here you were.
"Listen…I um- I’ve got to get going soon, you know studio time and all, (Y/N) I just, I think we should keep this between us yeah?” he slipped his last shoe on before making his wa over to you and awkwardly kissing your cheek and lightly patting your shoulder.
What. The. Fuck.
Niall (Your POV): Yawning deeply as you woke up from your long slumber, you rubbed your eyes as they adjusted to the light from the day and you heard the sound of pages turning.
Stepping into your slippers, glanced down to the shirt you were wearing, an Eagles t-shirt that definitely was not your own. Shrugging and thinking maybe you had found it the night before you continued on down the hall.
His back was to you as he sat, engrossed in the pages of what he was reading. Sighing deeply, he ran a hand through his hair and turned the page.
“N-Niall?” you stuttered and he turned around, shirtless, a pair of sweatpants on his hips.
"Hey, I was just-“ he held not a book, something more humiliating. Your journal.
"What- how the fuck…Niall, how much did you read?” you asked, mortified.
“Enough,” he cleared his throat, “Enough to know that you love me…but (Y/N) I just wanted to-” you cut him off.
"No. Stop please, I don’t want your pity. It’s clear to me what happened last night, and I honestly don’t want to hear it. I’m sorry, I know that you can’t possibly feel the same, and I don’t blame you. Please just save me the embarrassment,“ you shook your head.
"Wait that’s not-” he started, but you shook your head, taking his shirt off of your body and throwing it to him, not caring that you were standing naked in the middle of the hallway, exposed to him.
"Go home Niall.“
Harry (Your POV):
Showering, you lathered yourself with Harry’s body soap and held your head in your hands, groaning. Why did you have to screw everything up? What you and Harry had was great, but then you had to sleep with him.
Wrapping a towel around your body, you stepped into the hall and made your way to the kitchen, where Harry was standing by the island, staring into a cup of tea.
"Er…Harry,” you cleared your throat. He came out of his trance and turned his head to look at you.
"Hi…I um, made you some tea.“ he pushed a mug towards you and watched as you took it into your palms and took a sip.
"So…” you started after a few moments of silence.
“I think we need to talk,” you started. He nodded, setting his mug down, you sat on top of the island, pushing your damp hair behind your ear.
“Harry…you’re a great friend, I love you…but, I think maybe I’ve made a mistake.” you spoke.
“Yeah, uh listen I…I dunno how to say this without sounding like an idiot,” he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Just say it,“ you shrugged, combing your fingers through your hair, de-tangling it.
"I liked last night. A lot, as you probably could tell…but I understand that you probably don’t want to date me or something considering you referred to this as a mistake…” Right then and there you wanted to protest and confess your true feelings for him, but you didn’t want to scare him away.
"I’m going to propose something that…might sound a little ridiculous,“ he cleared his throat. You nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"I think, maybe…we get on well as friends, and as lovers…so combining the both of them could be, beneficial to the both of us.”
"You…want us to be friends with benefits?“ you asked curiously. He moved his cup to the side of the sink and walked closer to you, spreading your legs and standing between them.
"Only if you’ll have me,” he replied, taking a strand of wet hair between his fingers.
“Kiss me,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He grinned and nodded, moving closer to you, letting the towel around your body drop from your skin.
Zayn (Your POV):
His body pressed against yours, heat radiating from his bare torso as you felt him breathe against your shoulder.
"Z-Zayn…“ you turned around in his arms and shook him gently.
"mmm ten more hours,” he mumbled, you laughed lightly and shook your head, tracing his collarbones with your fingers.
"No, we have to get up…“ you sighed, kissing the lips tattooed in the crevice of his throat. He sighed and opened his eyes, his dark eyes boring into yours as he traced the gun tattoo on your hip.
"Stick ‘em up,” he smiled lazily. You rolled your eyes at his lame joke and you pulled his boxers down slightly to trace his tattoo as well and he shivered. Zayn was extremely ticklish, although he claimed he wasn’t; your relationship with Zayn was complicated. You loved him, as a friend and…something more. Sometimes you ended up in bed together, and for now that was enough. Loving Zayn was easy, it was telling him that was the hard part.
"Zayn…“ you trailed off setting your book down. It was now well over three in the afternoon and you and Zayn had gotten out of bed.
"Hmm?” he responded, not looking up from his drawing,
“Do you…do you still love her?” you asked shyly, she wasn’t something Zayn liked to talk about, especially after the break up. He hummed silently, putting his pencil down and running a hand through his messy hair.
"(Y/N)…“ he sighed, and you shook your head, standing from the couch and walking over to the kitchen.
"N-no I’m sorry, it’s none of my business…our brownies are almost done.” you tried to steer the conversation off. You heard Zayn’s chair scrape against the hardwood and you held your breath as he made his way over to you.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he made you turn around and look at him.
“Listen to me. You, are special to me- I promise you…this isn’t a rebound, any bad thoughts you’re having…throw them out the window right now. You. (Y/N), you are mine to hold, to have and to be with, you’ve helped in more ways than you think. I just want you, okay?” he kissed your forehead and walked back over to his drawing table.
Even through all of that, everything that he’d just said; you couldn’t help but notice that he never answered your question.