Harry: It was girl talk. Lou had flown back to see Tom and Lux for the short break in the tour, while you sat in the hotel suite talking to her from across the ocean. Harry was in the shower; the perfect time to talk. "Did you hear about that radio host coming onto Zayn the day before break?" She asks you and you laugh. "Oh my God, no! What happened?" You can't help but let out a few more laughs as Lou tells you the story of how the woman tried to hit on the obviously taken Zayn. "Some people, I swear." "Yeah, she asked about the boy's sex lives too," Lou continues. "What!?" Harry hadn't mentioned any of this. You had been out exploring the town while he and the boys were in this interview, yet he had come out of it to meet you for lunch with only an "it went well" to say. "Yeah." "Hope he didn't say anything about the elevator," you blurt out before being able to catch yourself. "The elevator? What?!" Lou responds with, curiosity consuming her tone. "Well you know, things may have gotten a little crazy after the club the other night. Not like things weren't crazy there," you tease. "(Y/N), you minx!" Lou playfully cheers from the other end. "Thank you Lou, thank you." "Soooo," she entices. "So, what?" You respond, knowing fully what she wanted. "Oh come on, give me details!" "No Lou!" "Oh please, you know you're going to end up telling me." She was right, you never really kept anything from her, no matter what the subject. Harry would kill you if he ever found out that you were sharing your sex stories with his hairdresser. "All I will say is that things got a little steamy in the lounge last night which carried over to the elevator." "You know there's cameras in the lift," she acknowledges. "And let me tell you Lou they got a show," you counter with a wide smile. You were fully aware that the hotel staff could see what you were doing to him on your ride up to the suite. Harry walks in, sitting down on armchair across from you, an intense stare on his face. "I've got to go. I'll call you back later. Enjoy London for me," you tell her before hanging up. "Can I ask you something?" Harry questions once you set your phone down. "Sure," you respond, not sure of why he had come out of the shower so hostile. "Why were you telling Louis about last night?" Your eyes grow wide. What? What was he talking about? Louis? Louis Tomlinson? You weren't talking to Louis. You were on the phone with Lou. Oh. Shit. "No!" You begin, still in shock at his accusation. "No, babe. I wasn't talking to Louis. I was talking to Lou," you explain, unlocking your phone to show him your call log. "You kept saying Lou, and then you said to enjoy London," Harry says as he takes your phone to see the log. "Lou also went home." "Okay well, then why were you telling Lou about last night." You'd just been caught.

Liam: "After you," Zayn says, holding the elevator door open for you before he steps in himself. "Thanks for coming to lunch with me," you tell him appreciatively. Liam hadn't wanted to go out just yet, he was still tired from the show last night and wanted to stow away in the room before the lot of you went back out in a few hours. "Yeah, of course," he responds, pressing the floor number for the both of you. "I can't believe that girl ran off with your snapback," you reminisce. Lunch out had been crazy. "I know, and it was one of my favorites," he responds, shaking his head. You were used to getting attention out with Liam, but not the kind of attention Zayn brought. Lord, what would happen if you had gone out with Harry? You lean against the rail of the elevator, staring at your reflection in the wall from across the small space. You turn your attention to Zayn, his reflection that is. He was on his phone, probably texting Perrie since he was finally connected back to the Wi-Fi. "Zayn," you begin, focusing on his reflection even more. "Yeah?" He asks, looking up from his screen to notice you staring at him via the mirrored wall. "Has your fly been down all this time?" A wide smile spreads across your face as looks at himself and then down. You burst out laughing. How could he have not noticed? You laugh even louder when you realize he had taken all of those pictures with the fans in this state as well. "Shut up," he counters, slightly embarrassed. As the elevator doors open you take a drink from the cup you had brought back with you, your lemonade squirting from the straw and all over your chin. Zayn laughs at your misfortune as the two of you step into the corridor, he zipping his pants up and you wiping your chin. Your feet stop almost immediately and Zayn crashes into you, pushing your feet further. "Hey babe!" You say, startled, as Liam stands before the two of you. "What the hell is going on?" He questions, his voice slightly angered. "What?" You counter, running your fingers over your mouth to make sure you had gotten all of the lemonade off while looking back at Zayn as he adjusts his pants before returning upright. Oh God. Your eyes grow wide. You and Zayn had just stepped off of the elevator with him fixing his pants and you cleaning off your mouth. Shit. This looks terrible. "OH GOD." Your voice was faint. "Liam," you continue, trying to sound less shocked. "Liam, this is absolutely not what it looks like, you know better." He had to know better. You know he did. There was no way you were doing anything in that elevator with Zayn. Zayn had Perrie, and you had him. "It sure as hell looks like you were sucking him off," Liam retorts, not dropping his tone. "Mate," Zayn begins, stepping around you to face his friend fully. "Come on, really? You know I wouldn't mess with your girl." Liam's eyes bounce between yours and Zayns. "Mate!" Zayn repeats almost offended, when he notices Liam's skepticism. Liam's eyes focus on yours. "Liam, are you serious?" This was getting annoying now. How could he not believe you? "Are you serious? Walking out of the lift like that? With him?" "Liam nothing happened!" You counter. He rolls his eyes, pushing past the two of you as he got on the elevator. A cheeky smile formed on his face as the doors close behind him, a smile you didn't see. He knew nothing had happened between the two of you but you had left him in the room for longer than you promised. This was his payback.

Niall: "Your tit's out babe," you say to your friend with a smile, not being able to hold back the laugh. She looks down to realize the pinning job you had done before you all had left your house had come undone while the two of you were out on the dance floor. "Well that's just perfect," she acknowledges, unsure of how to go about fixing it. You walk over to her as she tries her best to cover herself up. Straddling her legs, you sit down on her lap before assessing the best way to help her out. Your body would keep her chest hidden from everyone else in the club. "Here let me do it," you instruct, smacking her hands slight stopping her attempts. "You're going to poke holes all over the place." You place the safety pin in your mouth before pulling her low-cut shirt back to where it was when you all left the house. You lean back to examine her chest, still making sure she looked hot and that you weren't going to cover up too much. She hated that on a night out. As you lean back her hands wrap around your lower back to keep your balanced. You pull the pin from your mouth and begin to put her shirt back together. "What's going on here?" A voice questions from behind you. You turn around to see Niall walking into the lounge he and the rest of his party had been given. A wide smile was on his face. He was clearly loving what he was seeing. "Nothing you were invited to," your friend answers before her hands travel down to grip your ass, Niall's eyes widening and his smile growing brighter. "Are you undressing her? Here?" You roll yoru eyes and turn back to your project. "Like I said, it's nothing you are invited to." "Well can I be invited?" He asks, downing the rest of your drink that was sitting on the table in front of him. "Nope," you say as you close the pin and tug at her shirt to make sure no more wardrobe malfunctions were possible. "There you go babe," you tell her before pressing a small kiss on her lips and getting up from her lap. "You kill me when you two act like this," he comments, picking up his own drink now to down it. "Aren't you glad she invited me out?" She asks, standing from her seat on the couch. "It's the only reason I let her invite you," he comments, chuckling into his drink as you smack his arm. "You better watch it or I'll go home with her and leave you to do yourself while we become scissor sisters." His eyes widen and his mouth slowly falls open. "You're dribbling lover boy," she remarks, walking by him, pushing his chin back up in the process. She pats his chest before taking your hand. "You don't mind if I steal her again do you?" She winks and he shakes his head. As she leads you back to the dance floor he takes your place on the couch. It had the perfect view of you on the dance floor. "We're some lucky sons of bitches," your friend's boyfriend comments, taking a drink as he joins Niall in starring at the two of you grinding to the music. "Definitely."

Louis: Where's the phone? You can hear it ringing but your search was coming up short. When you finally find it, stuffed in between the couch cushions, the ringing had stopped. You pull it from out of the couch and sit it on the coffee table, knowing he would call right back. "Hey you," you answer seconds later when the screen lights up yet again. "Hey, how was your day?" You recount your day to him, telling him about work and dinner with your girlfriends. You missed him so much. Tour was almost over though. "Sounds like a great day." Silence falls over the line as you are unsure of how to continue the conversation. "Did you go out last night?" He questions harmlessly. "Yeah, we went to XOYO," you answer. "The fans have been sending me pictures of you leaving there last night. There's a random guy in the background. So of course the rumors are all over the place." "They'll never stop, will they?" You question playfully, glad he wasn't taking the pictures too seriously. "No, of course they won't. They even say they have sources from inside the club that say the two of you were all over each other in one of the lounges. I would love to know who these so called sources are." So would you. You couldn't go out without having to watch your actions, knowing someone around you was always going to run their mouth to someone with a bigger voice. That night you had gotten sloppy though, sloppy with your actions. You were careless. You had let the thought of someone ratting you out to Louis drift to the back of your head while you straddled the guy in the pictures in the lounge, just as the 'sources' had said you did. "Just a bunch of liars," you remark, bringing yourself back from last night to realize you hadn't said anything in response to him. You had kept the 'random guy' away from the cameras for a while now, this being the first time anyone had ever seen him with you since the two of you had come across one another a few months prior. Louis was away and you were lonely. A terrible excuse. You knew how terrible it was, but that still didn't stop you from asking him to come over once the sun went down. To sleep with you in the bed you shared with Louis, in this house that belonged to Louis. You were dirt. You were lower than dirt actually. Here Louis has the evidence of your dishonestly in front of him yet he automatically comes to the conclusion it's just the tabloids making up a story. They weren't making it up though. They had a story, a rather juicy one. "Five!" You hear in the background. "Alright babe, that's my cue. I'll call you tomorrow. I love you." "And I love you," you respond, waiting for him to hang up the phone before you set it back down on the coffee table. How long were you going to keep this up? You had been caught. But was it actually getting caught if he chose to ignore the story?

Zayn: Clumsy kid. You laugh as you hear the shampoo bottles crash in the bathroom. He was always bringing the entertainment. "Are you laughing at me?" You hear through the wall. "No!" You respond, uncovering the room service that had just arrived. You may have ordered a little too much. Either way you take the first plate from the cart and crawl back into bed. Yes, it was a little late to be ordering breakfast from the hotel kitchen but that had never stopped you before. The shower continues to run from just beyond the wall as you flip through the unfamiliar channels trying to find something to keep your attention. A knock comes at the door as the shower turns off. You set your plate of food down beside you and slowly crawl off to see who wanted you. "Sorry babe, forgot my key," Zayn says as he walks back into the room, having left an hour or so ago to walk around Chicago with Louis. He grabs his key from the nightstand along with his laptop; probably what he had come back to get, he always had it with him at the shows. As he leans down to leave you with a kiss the bathroom door opens and he stops. "What the fuck?" He questions, after turning around to see Harry emerge from the steam-filled room, clutching a towel just below his waist. Zayn turns to you, his eyes dark. "Oh, umm, the water wasn't working in his room, and everyone else was gone, so I told him he could take a shower in here." Your explanation falls on deaf ears as the glares continue once Zayn spots your overzealous breakfast order. "Oh and I guess the two of you were just going to have breakfast too?" It did look that way. "No, mate, I just needed a shower," Harry speaks up, causing Zayn to turn back around. Zayn rolls his eyes as he walks around the bed, his shoulder colliding with Harry's nearly causing him to lose his grip on the towel. The two of you wince as the door slams shut behind him. "Well, that was...interesting," Harry comments, walking over in front of you. Your eyes can't help but follow him over to your side of the bed, the water from his damp hair dripping onto his bare skin. What were you thinking? Harry is just your friend. This is nothing, so stop looking at him like that. He sits down beside you as you pick up the plate out of his way. "He forgot his key again." You look over at the desk beside the television, Zayn's key lying in plain sight. You shake your head. "Well at least he won't be interrupting our breakfast," Harry remarks with a smile, sliding down to the edge of the bed to get his plate of food. It was harmless. Yes, it made Zayn mad but it was harmless. Harry would always find his way to your room after Zayn left. But not for anything but breakfast and conversation. But in all the time the two of you had been meeting like this Zayn had never known, until now. Well he still didn't actually know. You had thought about telling him but knew that his reaction wouldn't be a good one. Just like the one he had had moments ago. However, you saw nothing wrong with what you were doing. Everything was harmless. Harry crawls back up into the bed beside you, the towel still secured at his waist. You can't help but look over his body once again out of the corner of your eye, the black ink shining from the water. So what if you enjoyed his company?