Stutter || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Four

"N-no," Niall stammered, picking at this nails. He was obviously lying, and it shocked Louis. Liam, Zayn, and Niall were a lot closer than any other best mates Louis had seen. To be honest, it first looked like Zayn was dating Niall, but the next it looked like he was dating Liam, then Niall and Liam, so on and so forth. It seemed more like friends with benefits than a regular friendship. Out of all three of the boys, he thought Zayn would be the one to break the little relationship the three had. Not Niall.

Harry's eyes had widened at Niall's lie. "You kissed Lanie Becker? What?!" Harry almost yelled, placing a hand over his mouth, making his repeated words muffled. Niall looked between Zayn and Harry, then looked at his hands, blushing harder than Louis had ever seen. He looked like a tomato, to be honest. He nodded a little, scratching at his wrists in embarrassment.

Zayn patted Niall's back, in-between his shoulder blades, and said, "It's fine, mate, we know you're straight and curious. Don't feel like you have to prove anything, okay?" Louis was floored. Straight? Curious? What?

He was so done with this group.

Fuck them.

Ugh.

Niall sighed, nodding. "Okay. So. Back to truth or dare. Truth or dare...Harry?" Niall asked, smiling innocently at Harry, who answered 'dare' rather worriedly. "Well, I dare you to...give Zayn a love-bite." Harry sputtered, quite shocked at his answer, and Zayn turned to Niall with wide eyes.

"What in the fuck, Niall?" Both asked in unison, making Niall smirk.

"You gotta do it. It was a dare," Niall said, crossing his arms.

Yep.

Fuck them.

Harry sighed dramatically, and Zayn huffed himself. While Niall was right, neither one of them wanted to do it. Especially Zayn, who absolutely hated hickeys. They were practically impossible to cover and were rather gross. They awkwardly scooted closer to each other, Harry on the left side of Zayn on the bed. Niall watched from Zayn's right side, looking at Harry expectantly. Harry leaned in quite slowly, clamping his lips over Zayn's neck, just where his shoulder and neck met, and sucked, pulling away immediately after.

"Gross. He tastes like salt and nicotine," Harry sputtered, climbing off of the bed to get away from Zayn, who looked absolutely pissed off at Niall. When Harry was done trying to get the taste of Zayn's neck off of his tongue, he turned to Liam, asking, "Truth or dare?" Liam squeaked out 'truth'. He still looked shell-shocked at the fact Harry and Zayn had pulled through with that dare. "Is it true that you cheated on your Maths test yesterday?"

Liam shook his head. "No, of course I wouldn't cheat on a Maths test. I may be very bad at English, but my Maths is amazing. Way more better than my English," Liam answered, smiling at the end.

"Yep. Definitely 'way more better' than your English," Niall muttered, making Harry chuckle and Zayn smirk. Louis rolled his eyes, motioning at Liam to continue the game.

"Oh, oh, right, right. Okay. Zayn, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Zayn answered, flicking some hair out of his eyes.

"Okay. I dare you to apologize to Niall?" Liam said, his last sentence sounding more like a question than a dare.

"Why?" Zayn asked, raising an eyebrow at Liam, who blushed.

"Well, you called him a 'pansy' and I just think you two shouldn't call each other names and I'm sorry I just don't like it? I hate this game, I am terrible at it," Liam muttered, looking down at the ground. Zayn rolled his eyes, turning to hug Niall, grumbling out 'I'm sorry for calling you a pansy, even though you are one'.