[Harry]

"I dare you to kiss Harry on the mouth."

The tension that filled the room after that sentence could literally be cut with a knife. Everything went silent, even Dan and Angela were surprised by the dare. They were probably aware that Niall and I'd had something going on but that it was over. Well, I was pretty damn sure Ed did at least, so the question was; why in the name of God did he dare him to kiss me? This was just not making sense. What was going on?

I looked at Ed with wide eyes before turning to meet Niall's gaze. To my surprise, he gave me a small smile and a shrug. I was sure he would be as shocked by this as everyone else was, or at least be against it, but it seemed like the opposite. It was as if he expected the dare, which only made me even more confused.

Slowly, Niall got on his knees and started leaning towards me. My eyes widened even more by his action, and I turned my gaze to Louis. The shock was now gone from his face, replaced by anger and jealousy instead. His hands were also clenched into fists. Well, at least the one that was at his side. I couldn't know about the one around Eleanor's waist. There was no doubt he didn't like what was about to happen, though, and again, it made me happy that he showed some sort of reaction. He still had trouble controlling himself around me after all.

Suddenly, I could feel a pair of hands on my shoulders, turning me to the left gently. I looked into a pair of blue eyes, but not the same blue ones I had started falling in love with, unfortunately. Niall's face was close, too close for it to be comfortable.

"I'm sorry," he whispered sincerely as he leaned in even more to close the gap between our mouths.

I could barely feel his lips ghost over mine when his entire presence suddenly disappeared altogether. Confused by the action, I opened my eyes that I had closed when his face got too close. Don't even ask me why I hadn't just pushed him away myself. It must be because of the alcohol because I was certain I didn't want him to kiss me. The only lips I wanted on mine belonged to the person who was sitting across from me.

However, when my eyes were open, I noticed that Louis wasn't sitting there anymore. Instead, he was hovering over Niall with a tight grip on his collar. "Don't you fucking dare," he snapped, glaring at the blonde-haired boy.

Niall's eyes widened as he shook his head frantically. He didn't say anything, though, and that was probably for the best because it looked like Louis would kill him if he just so much as dared open his mouth.

"And you," Louis hissed, turning his cold eyes to me. "I'd like to have a word with you, immediately."

With that said, he let go of Niall and grabbed my bicep. The grip was quite tight, tight enough for me to be afraid it would leave a mark. Without saying anything, I frowned at the feathery-haired boy. I hadn't even done anything, so why did he want to talk to me?

"Alright, calm down, Tomlinson," Ed chuckled, and when I turned to him, I noticed that he was trying his best not to laugh loudly.

Louis snapped his head to look at the red-haired boy, his face growing even angrier. "What the fuck do you have to do with this?"

Ed raised his eyebrows, raising his hands in surrender. "A better question would be what you have to do with all this, but alright," he shrugged, sending him a smirk.

Louis just growled at him before turning back to me. "Now," he urged, helping me up with the grip he had on my bicep.

He started pulling me towards the door, but before he closed it behind us, I could see that Eleanor looked as shocked as ever while Niall just looked really sad, and Ed was laughing.

I didn't have much time to think about them, though, because before I knew it, Louis was slamming the bathroom door shut behind us, pressing my back against it.

"Didn't I tell you it was a bad, fucking idea to come to this party?!" He shouted in my face.

I didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or if I just knew him too well now, but I wasn't intimidated by him whatsoever. I just crossed my arms over my chest and listened to him. "Well, sure, but considering you've been pretty good at ignoring me the last twenty-four hours, I reckoned it wouldn't be a big problem," I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you think this is funny? Do you know that I could've easily done something worse out there like exposed us to all of them? And do you want to know what would have happened then? We would be dead, Harry. Dead."

I stared him deep in the eyes, my own narrowing a little. It was a good thing that I wasn't more intoxicated than I was. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to control myself to this extent. "As if we aren't already. I saw the look you gave me yesterday, Louis. You already see an end to all this, so why does it even matter? Besides, I didn't even do anything. We were just playing a game. How can you even blame me for this?"

He looked a little taken aback by my words, but it didn't take more than a few seconds until he was glaring at me again. "You could've made things easier by just staying home," he muttered.

I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. "You don't own me, Louis. I can do whatever I want. You're supposed to be my boyfriend, not someone who thinks they can boss me around."

He took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. "I know I don't own you, Harry. I just... I can't fucking picture you with someone else, and especially not Niall's damn lips on yours. It was just too much to handle," he explained, shaking his head.

Reaching my hand up, I cupped his cheek, which made him look up at me. "I understand, but do you think it's easy for me to see you with Eleanor every single day? It kills me, Louis. Yet, I don't complain because I know it makes you feel safer in school."

A crease formed between his eyebrows. "But I don't kiss her, Harry. I barely even touch her. I just... ugh, why is this so fricking hard? I wish things would be easy, but they're not. They're so fucking complicated, and I hate it."

I let out a sigh, dropping my hand from his cheek. "I hate it too," I mumbled.

A silence fell between the two of us where we just looked into each other's eyes. Even if we were quiet, it was like we were talking to each other with our gazes. It wasn't until he leaned closer to me, getting so close to my face that I had to back up against the door behind me, that he broke the silence.

He placed his hands on my hips as he bumped his nose with mine gently. "Would you have kissed him?" He wondered, making me let out a chuckle.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the hairs at the back of it. "To be honest, I don't know why I didn't push him off. I didn't want to kiss him, but my brain wasn't really working properly, and I blame it on the alcohol I had earlier."

Louis raised his eyebrows, looking amused. "You had alcohol? I thought you were Mr. I-don't-do-any-bad-stuff," he chuckled.

Rolling my eyes, I tugged a little harder at his hair to make a point. "Hey, that's mean. I've done bad stuff..." I trailed off, biting my bottom lip.

Still looking amused, he said; "Like what? Handed in your homework too late? Oh, no wait. You and Liam arrived late to class once now, didn't you?" He joked, pinching my hip.

"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.

He moved his hand to lift my chin up. "What was that?" He asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Shut up," I said a little louder, causing an amused smile to form on his thin, pink lips.

"I know something that will make both of us shut up."

And before I had even time to question him what that could possibly be, he pressed me to the door entirely and crashed our lips together. The kiss was heated as our breaths mixed together, lips never leaving each other. It turned more desperate when his mouth started moving more feverishly against my own. His hands trailed up my white button-up, tracing my naked back that had visible evidence of what we had done yesterday evening.

He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I granted him access instantly because I had missed this. For a second, I even thought I would never experience his lips on mine again, and maybe that was why I was so desperate.

Our tongues swirled together as my hands wandered further up to pull at his smooth hair.

When we were nearly out of breath, Louis pulled back a little, taking my bottom lip between his teeth to suck on it gently. The feeling had my knees go weak, and if it weren't for his hands that were holding me, I would've fallen to the floor, no doubt about it.

He certainly felt it because he let out a light chuckle. "You alright there, eh?"

I pouted at him, our faces still very close. "I'm fine, thank you very much."

He winked at me before getting a little more serious again. "So, my lips or Niall's?" He asked, his eyebrows arched.

Pretending to think about it, I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes a little. "Hmm... that's a hard one..."

"Oh, shut the hell up," he growled, leaning in to press his mouth against my jaw, trailing down to my neck. He left small kisses until he started sucking on the skin.

I couldn't help but let out a moan when he found my sweet spot, and that was apparently his cue to pull away. He gave me a cheeky smile, to which I glared. I wanted to hit him, but instead, I found myself muttering; "Well, of course I'd choose your lips over Niall's, you idiot."

He laughed. "That's what I wanted to hear."

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A few minutes later, we exited the bathroom, and I decided that I didn't want to go back to the room we had been in before. If anything, this was a good excuse to leave even if they all would think I chickened out or something. I didn't care, though, and Louis was happy with my decision as well, so it was a win-win.

To be honest, I didn't think Louis wanted to go back there either, but one of us had to. Otherwise, suspicion would arise, and that was the last thing we wanted right now. Additionally, he was there first, so it would be best if he was the one to go back.

I, on the other hand, went to the living room to see if I could find Liam. I had pretty much lost all my interest in this party by now, but he was the one who had driven me here, so I had to tell him that I was going home. Since I also came here to be with him and Zayn, so it would be mean of me not to tell them that I was leaving.

Once I had reached the crowded room, I shouldered my way past the people in search of my best friend. Considering there were pretty much only strangers in here, it didn't take long until I found the brown-haired boy, dancing with his boyfriend. However, dancing probably wasn't the right word, though, because they were more jumping than dancing.

I tapped Liam's shoulder when I was just behind him, and he instantly turned around to face me. "Oh, hi there, Harry! Having fun?" He yelled over the loud music.

Grimacing, I shrugged my shoulders. "Actually, I'm here to tell you guys that I'm going home. I'm so thankful that you drove me here and all, but I'm getting tired, and I barely recognize any of the people in here," I explained, lying a little.

He nodded in understanding even though his face turned into a look of slight disappointment. "I get it. Is it okay if you take the bus, though? I'd rather stay for a little longer and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to drive in this state either for that matter," he said apologetically.

I waved a hand dismissively. "Of course. I just came here to tell you that I was taking the bus. I wouldn't ask you to drive me home," I chuckled, making him smile.

"Alright, good night then, Haz."

"Night, Liam. Enjoy your time with Zayn," I smirked, and he rolled his eyes.

"Sure."

With that said, I walked away from the two and made my way out of the house. I didn't even look back as I started walking towards the bus stop. The sad part was that it took at least thirty minutes until I was hopping onto the warm bus that took me home.

Half an hour later, I was standing outside my house, shaking like a leaf from the cold outside. I could barely fit the key in the keyhole, that was how cold I was. Eventually, though, I managed to unlock the door, and I didn't hesitate to enter the warmth of my home. It didn't surprise me that it was dark inside. I mean, it was probably past one in the morning, so my family members probably went to sleep a long time ago.

I walked up the stairs as quietly as I could and went into my bedroom. The first thing I did was throw myself onto my bed, letting out a deep sigh as I ran a hand through my hair. To say this night had been eventful would be an understatement. I mean, Louis hadn't even talked to me during the entire day, and yet we were making out in one of Ed's bathrooms tonight. Not to mention the fact that he had gotten incredibly jealous of Niall.

Speaking of which, that whole scenario had been quite fishy. I mean, why would Ed even dare Niall to kiss me in the first place when he knew what had happened between us? It was like it was all a set-up, as if they had planned it all out, for some reason. I just wondered why. Why was it necessary to make a dare like that? Was it because Niall wanted to kiss me? Well, I couldn't think of something else.

I didn't know how long I kept thinking of it until my eyelids started getting heavy. Have you ever had that feeling of being so tired that you didn't even want to get up and get yourself ready for bed? Well, that was how tired I was right now. My clothes were still hugging my body and my bed was still made, yet I couldn't even bring myself to sit up.

My head was throbbing a little as well, probably due to the alcohol, and that fact didn't exactly make matters better. However, with all my will-power I eventually managed to get myself into a sitting position. I barely managed to, but I got out of my clothes and got under the covers as well. Just as I was about to close my eyes and fall into a heavy sleep, I could hear Louis' bedroom door shut from the other side of my room.

It made me relax a little, knowing that he had made it home safely at least. With that in mind, I could feel myself drift off to sleep as I hugged the sheets close to my body.

What I didn't know then, however, was that I would wake up to quite a disaster, but what I didn't know, I didn't need to worry about.

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I was woken up by the sound of my bedroom door slamming against the wall. It made me sit up on my bed abruptly, and I opened my eyes to see Louis standing there, his face looking pale and upset at the same time. His jaw was clenched as he was gripping something in his hand tightly.

"What the fuck have you done?" He snapped, his eyes turning dark.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about? I mean, I just woke up, so my brain wasn't working properly, but even if that was the case, I couldn't remember that I had done anything wrong. "What are you talking about?"

"This," he said, walking over to shove the thing he had in his hand in my face, which turned out to be his phone.

Squinting my eyes to see what the screen showed, they instantly widened at what they saw. I took his phone into my own hand to get a better look, and he let me. On the screen, there were plenty of them. Plenty of photos, and as I scrolled down, I noticed there were plenty of tweets and even some recordings as well.

All of them were proof that Louis and I were two stepbrothers who had feelings for each other.

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Kind of a short chapter, but I want to write what's happened in Louis' POV and I need a new chapter for that. I hope you liked it though and are excited for what's going to happen next.

What do you think will happen though?

And guys! We were #91 in Fanfiction yesterday! That's absolutely amazing, I can't even describe how happy I am that you're enjoying this story. I love you.

Pauline .xx