Lessons Learned

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Harry stood from the bed and moved toward me, I tried my best to keep my gaze from roaming his completely naked body.

"Oh my god, put some clothes on,"

"Why?" he asked with a cheeky grin, pulling his boxers on. "See something you like?"

"Ughhhhh!!" I groaned.  "You're always such a pig!"

"That's not what you were saying last night,"

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You don't remember?" he chuckled.

"Remember what?"

"In the club," he explained.  "In the back corridor near the bathrooms, we...made out,"

"No we didn't," I shook my head. "Shutup,"

"Oh, yes we did," he smirked.

"You're such a liar," I turned back to the mirror and went to work on my face. "I was with Olly, nice try, though,"

"Ask Niall or Louis," he shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, before putting some mascara on my lashes.

"Or..." I felt him behind me and his hot breath against my neck. "I could refresh your memory," he whispered in my ear.

"What are you doing?" I muttered, feeling flushed.

"Trying to make you remember..." I felt his hands grasp my hips, pulling them against his.  His lips were against my ear lobe and he looked up at our reflection in the mirror. "We look good together,"

"I...umm..."

"Shhhh..." he whispered, pecking a kiss under my ear.  "You'll figure it out soon,"

"Figure..what out?"

I felt his hand give my ass a gentle squeeze and he turned away from me.   "You're gonna be late,"

"Yeah," I nodded, trying to grasp my thoughts and catch my breath.  I turned around to find that he had already sunk back down into his bed and pulled the covers over top of him.   "What was that?"

He shrugged, staring at his phone.  "Figure it out,"

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Niall's POV:

I was pretty proud of myself for making through radio interviews, sound check, and a meet  greet while nursing a massive hangover.

We had just arrived back at the hotel, after metting some fans outside, Paul had shuffled us all back into the lobby. 

Once again, Liam had shot me a subtle smile.  This is something he had been doing all day.  I was confused as hell, still trying to figure out what he was doing. It wasn't just your typical smile...it was the forced smile you would give someone who had just put their dog down.

Liam, Louis, and myself all piled into the elevator.   Harry and Zayn were held up at the front desk, taking pictures with a few girls who were staying at the hotel.

"Alright, Liam," I waited until the elevator doors shut.  "What's up?"

"Huh?" he shot me a look, then looked at Louis.  "Oh, nothing,"

"Don't give me that, you've been giving me the eye all day,"

Liam looked at Louis once more, uncomfortable and Louis immediatly caught on.   "Oh, should I not be here?" he asked with a smirk.  "I can plug my ears,"

"No need," I replied.  "Whatever it is can be said infront of Louis,"

"Look," Liam rested his hand on my shoulder and forced another slight smile.  "I just hope your okay.  I love you, Niall,"