ONE OF THE OTHER BOYS WALKS IN ON YOU NAKED
Harry: "Hey (Y/N), you seen Harr-" Niall walks into the room, cookie in his hand and he looks up suddenly. His eyes widen and his cheeks turn bright red. "NIALL!" you quickly grab your shirt and hold it over yourself. You probably should've locked the door when you came here to change your outfit. "Oh. Uh. Shit! Sorry! Sorry!" he quickly turns around. You slide on your clothes. "You can turn around now," you say, crossing your arms. His face is still red, you're slightly embarrassed. "Um..sorry..." he mumbles, not meeting your gaze. "It's okay, I should've locked the door," you say softly. Suddenly, Harry jogs into the room and notices the awkwardness. "What's going on? You walk in on her naked or something?" he laughs. He notices neither you nor Niall join in on his laughter. "Fuck! You did, didn't you?" Harry smiles, slightly amused that his guess was correct. "Uh, yeah, sorry man..." Niall mumbles, sliding his hand through his hair. "She looks good, doesn't she?" Harry grins, sliding his arm around you and kissing your cheek. "Uh...yeah, she does..." Niall blushes, looking at both of you, slightly surprised at the reaction. "I'm gonna, um, go..."
Niall: "Ugh!" you angrily scrub at the stain on your dress. You and the boys had been outside by the pool when you spilled fruit punch all over your dress. You'd quickly gone inside to scrub out the stain, leaving the boys out there. Not working. You look outside, noticing the boys are all distracted and probably won't be inside soon, so you slip off your dress and toss it in the sink, making it easier to work on the stain. "Hey, I know a trick to get out stains...my mom taught me-" Zayn's eyes widen as he realizes you aren't wearing your dress anymore. Or much else. "Ah!" you quickly grab your soaking wet dress and hold it in front of you. "Oh! Sorry, sorry," Zayn mumbles, his eyes flickering to your chest, then to the wall. "Uh. The trick is, um, club soda..." Zayn mumbles, staring at the wall intently. Suddenly, Niall walks in with an empty glass and he walks over to the fridge. He notices you standing there holding a sopping wet dress and Zayn looking at the wall uncomfortably. "Um," Niall says, looking at you with interest. "This is awkward." Zayn nods and turns away walking out of the room. "Extremely awkward." You can't quite meet Zayn's gaze for the rest of the night....
Liam: "BABE, CAN YOU HAND ME A TOWEL?" you shout from the shower. You'd hopped in the shower at Liam's after working out on the treadmill. The boys would be over soon and you didn't want to be a total mess. The door to the bathroom opens and you're expecting to see Liam. But instead you see a curly-haired brunette with a slight grin and a blue towel. "Fuck! Harry!" you shout, grabbing the towel and covering yourself quickly. "I thought Liam..." Harry shrugs, still grinning. "Liam's downstairs, and I didn't want to just leave you without a towel..." he shrugs. Suddenly Liam jogs up the stairs and peers in the bathroom. "I heard you calling....uh..." Liam looks from you to Harry and raises an eyebrow. "I got it covered, no worries," Harry says, turning around and patting Liam's shoulder. "She's a keeper, definitely a keeper." Harry mumbles, casually leaving the bathroom. Liam raises an eyebrow and looks at you with concern and then looks at Harry's back with annoyance. "You okay?" Liam asks. You're slightly flattered and embarrassed, but you nod. "I'm fine."
Zayn: "Shit, shit, shit," you sigh as you look for an outfit to wear through your closet. You and Zayn had to be at an interview in ten minutes. You clutch your towel around your still-wet body and shuffle through your clothes. "HEY! CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME AN OPINION?" you shout out into the hallway. All of the boys were here waiting for you to get ready, since they'd have to be at the interview, too. Any opinion would be fine. "Sure, love, what do you need an opinion on?" Liam walks in and leans against the door frame. "Okay, so this dress," you hold up a purple dress. "Or this o-" you reach over to grab the other one and your towel falls off. You freeze. Liam's eyes grow wide and he blushes, quickly covering his eyes. "Sorry! Sorry!" he mumbles. "No, no, it's okay, I should've, um.." you nervously grab your towel just as Zayn walks by. "Sorry wha-" he mumbles. Then he looks at you and raises an eyebrow. "Whoa." You quickly wrap your towel back around yourself and notice Liam's eyes are still covered. "Liam, you can uncover your eyes," you tease. Zayn pats Liam's shoulder and winks at you. "Liam, I'm glad you didn't look," he tells his red-faced friend. "She's alll mine." Liam nods, looking absolutely horrifically embarrassed and he looks at you with a smile, hoping to make this less uncomfortable. "Uh, I'd pick the purple dress...you look, um, nice by the way..." he mumbles, walking out of the room quickly.
Louis: "Wow, Louis was right, you do have a heart-shaped birthmark on your bum," Harry says casually. You scream and jump around. "HARRY! WHAT THE FUCK," you shout, grabbing a blanket from the couch and wrapping it around you like a dress. Harry laughs and grabs an apple from the counter. "Louis said you weren't home!" you say. "I got home early. Lovely way to be greeted, by the way," he winks. "What's going on?" Louis walks into the living room and raises an eyebrow. "Harry? What are you doing home....?" Then Louis looks at you, wrapped in a blanket and bites back a laugh. "Okay," Louis claps his hands together then puts his arm over you protectively. "I think you've gotten enough of a show," Louis says, steering Harry out of the room. "A very good show," Harry laughs, winking at his friend. "Glad you enjoyed it, because it's the LAST show, got it?" Louis says, smiling, but using a serious tone. "Affirmative," Harry replies, heading to his bedroom and shutting the door.
Qotd: If you watch Teen Wolf, who is your favorite character?
Mine would have to be the glorious Stiles Stilinski
