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Dylan is hopefully in the media!

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{Before}

I fell asleep, alone in the cold room with millions of thoughts running through my mind. They were all revolving around one person.

Harry.

His words seemed sincere, and his eyes shined with genuine. So he couldn't be lying? If he wanted sex, I covered my face with my hands at the thought, he could have gotten it already. So maybe he wanted more? I wanted more to do with him, he intrigued me. His voice and lips and smile, sending shivers of unknown emotions through me. Maybe it was because he was older, or just the way he treated me. Not when he was trying to get with me but the other times, making me feel wanted and needed.

Maybe that's why I found myself asking Niall for a ride to the party at 5 to 10. I know I told myself I wouldn't go to any more stupid parties but, I needed to know.

"You're going tonight?" He asked unsure.

He had been in the room since the late afternoon, he never questioned where I was, but maybe it was cause Harry already told him. But nonetheless like the week before he was getting ready to skip out for the night.

"Y-yes." I told him.

"Does Harry know?" He asked. I grew irritated.

"I don't need his p-permission." I said. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Alright, oh and I forgot to mention. Shane got expelled, which I found weird because..." He stopped talking and shrugged. "Anyways yeah, Harry is probably already there, so Zayn might be taking us alright?" He said.

"H-how did he get expelled?" I asked curiously.

Niall right out laughed at this. "The director of the school caught him fucking his daughter."

My eyes widened. "W-what?" I asked.

"Yup, weird right? Thought it would always be Harry to get expelled over that, then again he's not stupid enough to go to the girls house always does it in his apar-" He stopped talking.

I was tense. "Not my business what he does." I said brushing it off.

"Okay...well Liam is here so you coming?" He asked.

"Yeah. Lets go." I said quietly. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"Like that?" He asked. I was wearing a black sweater over a white shirt, with blue jeans. A grey beanie was placed on my messy brown hair. I glared at him.

"What is the problem with my clothes?" I asked him.

"Well Lou, it doesn't exactly scream 'ready to get wasted' does it?" He said bemused.

"I already said-"

"Yeah yeah I know. Wait here." He said and he walked over to his dresser. "Here wear this?" He asked and threw me a black shirt that was caught off at the shoulders.

"Why?" I asked.

"Cause you have a fit body an you should show it off." He said. "And no I'm straight. I just know the facts."

I thought it over. "Can I wear my sweater over it?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes but nodded.

Then before I knew it we were walking out of the dorm building before any sense could make itself into my brain.

"He's coming?" Zayn said in distaste in the drivers seat.

I frowned. Liam rolled his eyes and gave me a shy smile.

"Shut up Zayn, come on Louis." Niall said opening the back door. I slid into the leather seat that smelled faintly of smoke. My nose wrinkled in distaste and I tried to breathe in through my mouth. Zayn laughed in the front seat, but other then that it was silent. Sooner then expected we stopped in the familiar large house from the week prior. Memories of that night flashed through my mind and I set myself some ground rules. No games. No touching. No nothing.

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{After}

We had been here for ten minutes and everything was too loud. People were in every corner of the room, touching and making out with each other. It was incredibly stuffy and I felt uncomfortable.

The sweater was making me sweat profusely and I decided to take it off. Liam and Zayn had ditched me to go upstairs, where I presumed is probably where they always ended up in the first place. Niall was near the beer table, talking to a girl with blonde curls. I walked over to a shadowed corner and tugged off the sweatshirt. Cool air coming over my naked arms.

I felt grateful yet awkward now being scene with the unfamiliar clothing.

Someone grasped my waist and I gasped dropping the black sweater. I heard a low chuckle, I turned to glare at no one other then Harry.

His curls were held back with a black bandana, while he wore a black dress shirt that was unbuttoned half way showing off his chest tattoos, his legs were clad with skin tight skinny jeans and I almost lost my breath had it not been for his knowing smirk plastered over his perfect face.

"You know, if it wasn't for Niall, I would never believe this was you." He whispered, dipping his head low to say the words by my ear. I tried but failed to shake his arm away, and said nothing. "But I knew you'd come." He said and he pressed his hot lips against the corner of my lip.

His eyebrow rose, and he just tightened his grip. "Come on." He murmured. My heart sped and I felt myself being crushed against his side as he lead me through the tight rooms. I wrinkled my nose at all the people that seemed at ease with just shoving their tongues down what were probably strangers to them. Or how they seemingly didn't mind being I inappropriately touched while dancing. I felt someone brush past me and I tensed up.

"Hey Harry!" Niall shouted an he walked over with two red cups. He handed one to Harry who shook his head, Niall shrugged and handed one to me. I took it gingerly in my hand, and brought the cup to my mouth, the smell hit me first and I gagged almost dropping the cup. Niall roared in laughter. I glared at him and tried handing him back the cup but he shook his head and walked away. I felt the vibration in my pants. I shyly looked at harry and handed him the cup. He took it as he watched me with amused eyes.

Mum: "What are you doing honey?"

My heart race sped up at the mere sentence, why did she have to text me? What could I possibly say? Here I was at a party, I had jus tbeen ready to drink alcohol and a tall man was watching me with amusement, What could I say?

Me: "In my room studying." Guilt filled my stomach but I just turned off my phone and slipped it back into my pocket. Harry made no question to what I had been doing, I took the cup back from him and watched his reaction. Though I knew I was not going to drink it, having it as my option to do so filled me with a sort of rush. "Harry." A girl with pink tip dyed hair said walking up to us.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"You going up to play?" She asked twirling a lock of her hair in her thin hands.

"Don't I always?" He answered and he winked. She giggled and nodded, not once did her eyes slip down to me. She walked away toward her group of friends who all giggled as well. I glared at them, and I felt Harry's eyes on me.

"You're going to play again?" I asked him not approving. He shrugged.

"It's just a game. Why not? You're welcome to come up." He said.

"I rather not." I said through my teeth. Disappointed that he'd rather play then be with me.

"Suit yourself. Just don't take anything from anyone will you?" He said. His gaze flickered from me to someone behind me. His eyes hardening. "Change of plans you're coming up with me." He said.

"But I don't want to play." I told him.

"You don't have to, just come on." He said and he pushed me forward.

"I rather not." I told him.

He rolled his eyes and pushed me against the wall. His intense gaze never breaking away from mine. He leaned down and ghosted his lips on top of mine. "Please Lou?" He whispered, and he gently pressed down. The soft words and gesture found me willingly being pulled up the steps.

We were soon in the familiar room from the week before, Zayn, Liam, Niall, Alexa, and her friend were the only original players (excluding us) while a boy with shocking blue eyes, a strong jawline, and dirty blond wavy hair was talking to another boy, with black hair and grey eyes. Then the girl with pink hair from downstairs was with another and they both looked up as Harry greeted Zayn.

My eyes landed on the boy with blonde hair, and when he winked at me. I found myself blushing, while a angry looking Harry was staring at me, having not missed the simple gesture. He brought me closer to his waist, and when he sat down he pushed me on top of his lap. Everyone chuckled at the action, and Harry smirked. His eyes not leaving the other blue eyed boy. I glared at Harry and pushed myself off of him. The blue eyed boy came up beside me. "Hey mate, I'm Dylan." He said, his voice sounding British as well. I blushed and smiled.

"My n-name is Louis."

"Why Louis, I do say you might be the prettiest boy I have ever seen." He said throwing me a wink.

I blushed and looked down. "S-sure." I said. I felt a small tap on my knee and it was Dylan, I blushed harder and he smiled and went back to his original seat beside grey eyes. A second later another hand grasped my knee, I looked up and was met with the fiery green eyes that belonged to Harry.