Liam's POV:

Dirty Dancing has just ended and Zayn and I get up from our comfortable positions on the couch. We head into the kitchen as the end credits begin to roll.

"Where'd Louis go?" I ask, only now realizing that I saw him walk out the door with his keys soon after we started the movie.

Zayn smirks. "I think he's avoiding us because he knows about our upcoming secret little rendezvous,"

I play dumb as I rummage through the fridge for something to eat. And yes, I'm very well aware that Zayn is standing right behind me looking like a feast.

"And what does that entail?" My voice is innocent, but I know our intentions are quite the opposite.

I grab some whipped cream from the fridge and rocky road ice cream from the freezer. Zayn's right behind me and I can literally feel the body heat radiating off of him. It's probably hot enough to melt the ice cream, honestly.

"Depends. What do you want?" He leans into my ear and secures his hands in my front jean pockets, dangerously close to my semi; I somehow resist the urge to strip that down right here in the kitchen for him.

"You know damn well what," I say stubbornly and he smirks.

His voice is low, raspy, and so fucking hot. His whispers warm my ear and still gives me goosebumps. "Put the ice cream away, but keep the whipped cream. Meet me in our room in two minutes and I'll make you scream so loud that all of London will know you belong to me,"

With that, he turns on his heel and saunters into our bedroom. I practically chuck the ice cream back into the freezer and grip the canister of whipped cream so tightly in my hands that my knuckles are white. To say the least, Zayn's always had a way of doing things in a... creative fashion.

I doubt tonight will be any different. Plus, my hard-on from the cafe is once again back and raging in my pants only this time I don't plan to wank in a bathroom to get rid of it. 

I strip off my grey jumper and white undershirt, discarding them on the sofa in the living room (consider it one less thing to get in the way of Zayn ridding me of my boner).

I stroll lazily over towards our bedroom and practically slam the door behind me after I enter. Zayn's there to greet me, looking as hot and eager as ever.

Zayn grabs the whipped cream from my hands and smirks.

"Hands and knees. Now."

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Louis' POV:

I've only had one beer and don't feel a pressing need to get another. Niall and Juan Luis have really hit it off, so much so that Niall had Donnie take over the bar so he could talk more. I don't want to go over there and bother them or interrupt anything for a single beer, so I stay here by the pool tables.

Juan Luis is such a sweet and innocent soul and Niall seems the same, so I really hope things can work out between them because I could totally see them being a power couple.

I've practiced my fair share of pool for the night, but I still wish Harry was here; he knows more than me and makes for great competition (and company).

Oh, and I could definitely get used to our between games lounging and conversations together.

I'm currently sitting on the squishy sofa in the back. Maybe it's dumb luck, but the newest episode of Bachelor In Paradise is playing on the tv and I've quickly found myself absorbed in their toxic relationship drama and problems once more.

I hope Harry and I don't have those sort of relationship problems

Wait, what? Louis chill the fuck out, my god.

I ignore the pestering voices in my head and focus back on the program instead. I'm beyond thrilled that Hannah finally chose Dylan over Blake (because, honey, that love triangle was a big fat NO), but find myself annoyed that Blake still gets a rose at the rose ceremony meaning he's on the show for at least another week.

The show ends about 15 minutes after the rose ceremony and Top Gear comes on instead, of which I have no interest in. I glance towards the bar to see Donnie making a fancy drink for a random lad at the bar. He must have been in the backroom when Juan Luis and I first got here.

Speaking of, Niall is now seated on the other side of the bar on a barstool right next to Juan Luis. From the looks of it, Niall is just as into him as he is to Niall. I also notice a handful of empty beer bottles next to them, and can clearly observe that Niall is either naturally giddy and touchy-feely, or he's getting tipsy.

Juan Luis can drink a lot before getting drunk (I learned this after doing shots with him once after work), but he too looks nearly wasted. Luckily, their drunk personalities both seem to be giddy and excitable so they're getting along just as well. 

On the other hand, my default drunk personalities are either extra sassy (it's hard to believe I can get sassier than I am, but vodka has its ways) or I become petty horny with an unfiltered and troublesome mouth.

I tear my eyes away from them and pull out my phone. Texting Zayn and Liam seems useless since I left the flat for a reason, but there are other people on my phone I'd prefer to talk to anyway.

Me: Hi what's up?

Harry: Hi and not much just excited for tomorrow! What are you up to?

Me: Just chilling out. Niall and my friend from my restaurant, Juan Luis, look like they're really into each other, so I'm being the wonderful friend I am and keeping an eye on them

Harry: Are you at Duckies?

Me: Yeah. I was practicing pool but it's more fun when you're here, so I'm just lounging on the sofa now

Harry: Ugh I wish I could play with you. I had something come up though or I would drive over to the bar right now

Me: Niall said you were out somewhere, but don't stress it

Harry: We're still on for tomorrow, right?

Me: Yes!! I can't wait

Harry: We could watch a movie too - I like Grease but it's up to you

Me: OH. MY. GOD.

Harry: No? We don't have to watch it if you don't want to I know not everyone is into musicals

Me: Harry, that's my favorite fucking movie. IN. THE. WHOLE. WORLD.

Harry: Shit, me too!! We need to watch it tomorrow. PERIOD.

Me: YES! You have such good taste in movies

Harry: I have good taste in lots of things

Me: Is that so?

Harry: Indeed it is ;)

Me: If you say so, Harold ;)

Harry: ;)

Me: ;)

Harry: ;)

Me: ;)

Harry: On a separate note, is Niall drunk?

Me: What?

Harry: Is Niall drunk? You said he and Juan Luis have downed a few beers

Me: I'm not sure, but it's possible. If I had to guess he's had two or three at least

Harry: Then yeah, he's drunk or super-duper close. Can you do me a solid and tell Donnie not to serve him any more alcohol? Donnie's still new and he'll do what Niall says since Niall's his boss, but if it comes from me he'll listen too

Me: Sure, I'll let him know

Harry: Donnie and I have a secret stash of beer bottles that we filled with water in a fridge under the counter that I've briefly told him about before. When Niall's drunk, he can't tell the difference so he thinks he's still drinking Guinness instead of tap water

Me: That's so smart omg. I hate to break up their flirting but Juan Luis should probably get to know Niall more when he won't pass out and forget the whole conversation the next morning

Harry: Same with Niall, but I'm rooting for them :) it sounds like you've got a drunk to take care of so I'll let you go and see you tomorrow at my place, yeah?

Me: Yeah, I'm super excited!

Harry: Me too. Have a good night!

Me: You too. Sweet dreams x

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Liam's POV:

I collapse onto the bed next to Zayn, our breath labored and stomachs thoroughly covered. 

"Fuck, that was good,"

"Me or the whipped cream," Zayn smirks.

I turn to him pulling him closer to me until our bodies are flush against each other. "Both,"

"Do you want to eat ice cream?" Post-sex hunger is real, take my word.

"We don't have any whipped cream left,"

"Your point being?"

I grin and get off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. "I've got to shower but after we can,"

"Damnit Payne, wait for me," Being the responsible person he is, he quickly strips the bed of our stained sheets and throws them in a nearby hamper to wash later. Then he joins me in the bathroom as the hot steam from the shower fills the room like a sauna.

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"Do you think Louis went to Harry's place?" Zayn asks, shoveling a hefty spoonful of rocky road ice cream into his mouth.

"Probably," 

I nuzzle my face further into his neck. It somewhat obstructs my view from the Bachelor In Paradise episode playing on tv, but it's worth it. We normally watch with Louis, but he's nowhere to be found so I guess I'll catch him up on the fact that Blake got another fucking rose (he doesn't deserve to stay in the show I need him gone).

"I think they'd be cute together," Zayn mumbles between bites of ice cream.

"Yeah me too. Louis is too stubborn to admit he's interested in Harry, but if he won't admit it soon we could set them up so he realizes," 

"Oh my god, yes. How would we do that, though?"

"If the time comes, maybe we could drop hints to one another or something. I'm not sure, I haven't thought it out well but it also depends if Harry seems into Louis too,"

"True, true," He thinks for a second before grabbing my arm, "What if we host a party? And then get them to play party games together? I mean, we'd have to make sure they were both interested first though because of course, we don't want to push it if it ends up being nothing,"

"I think Harry might be into him too. I mean he did invite Louis over tomorrow to 'hang out'..."

"So for now we'll just sit back, but if Louis is too stubborn then we'll host a party and drop hints?"

"I vote for hosting a party anyway. We could have Niall over too, he's great!"

Zayn gives me the look. "Babe, he better not steal my spot as your lover,"

"You just had your dick up my ass, licked whipped cream off of me for the past half hour, and made me moan so fucking loud that people across the world probably heard me. And you're here worried that I'm going to leave you for someone I just met?"

He smirks. "Just making sure, you never know,"

"Well shit, let me prove it then," I sit up and straddle him, grinding down hard. He sets his bowl of ice cream down on the table next to the sofa before throwing his arms around my neck and crashing his miracle-working lips against mine.

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Admit it, we all love Ziam :)

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^^ the question becomes: what party games do you want to see?