Always You.

Chapter 20- Cant blame you, can I?

"Let's plaaaay... Seven minutes in heaven!"

"Ughhhhh, Payno... Please no.." Louis said, hands muffling his voice as he slid them down his face in mock agony.

Zayn, cross-legged on the couch with Niall laying in his lap, beamed a smile at the group from ear to ear. "Finally, someone has a good idea."

Niall huffed from his spot in Zayn's lap as his humble fingers carded through his bleached hair.
"Truth or dare is better but whatevermphf.."

"Oh, shut up, we're not middle schoolers. At least this gives even a hint of maturity." Harry breathed in a hard slow voice.

Louis laid his head on Harry's shoulder and breathed in the feeble scent of cologne on Harry's neck, smiling with a soft happy puff of air into his nape.

"So is it a yes?" Liam said as Zayn passed him the vape he was smoking. "If so, then someone gets the bottle out of the fridge." He said, lips firm against the metal top as the red light glowed.

Niall got up with a grunt, the warmth of Zayn's lap still ghosting over his shoulders. "I've got it, you guys move the coffee table so we can start."

Harry perked at that, curls bouncing as he stood on his knee. "Alrighty."

His stomach dropped as Louis' head fell with a —thump! To the floor on his side. Harry looked behind him hastily as the rest of the group gasped in alarm.

Harry quickly slipped his hand between the floor and Louis' head, holding his face to his chest with fear.

"Oh my god, Lou—'M sorry, your head was leaning on my shoulder and—" He felt a pat on his forearm.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's okay, it's okay." Louis said with a start, voice kind of squeaky as he sat up and rubbed the side of his head grimly. Harry tried to pry his hand away, but Louis just slapped it, motioning to the coffee table. "Don't worry about my lazy arse, worry about the game."

"Yeah, Harry," Niall shouted from the fridge in his thick accent.

"Shut up, Niall." Zayn hollered.

Three minutes later, they all found themselves in a circle, sleepy expressions on their youthful faces as they stared at the small Sprite bottle in the middle of them.

Harry sat with his chin on his knees and Louis fiddling with his thumbs next to him. The blue-eyed boy huffed and sat up in his slump. "So what now? Who's first?"

"How about you since you're so riled up about it?" Harry deadpanned, a smirk curling his cherry-red lips.

Louis looked at him with his eyes squinted and an infuriating shake of his head. "You're such a little—"

"I'll go," Liam spoke over the two, eyes peering at them curiously. Then, he reached one of his long fingers out and twisted the bottle cap until the bottle rotated, rotated, rotated, and then landed on Niall. Thank god.

"Of course." Niall groaned, getting up. "Just my fucking luck."

Zayn looked up at him from the vape. "Language, Niall."

He rolled his eyes.

Liam and Niall then strolled over to the closet by the kitchen, meanwhile, Harry, Louis, and Zayn all sat facing each other in an awkward triangle. The door of the closet shut with a small whine from the old wood before the door thudded against the lock, followed by a brittle silence.

Zayn, still monotone and accustomed to his fantasy of a daydream, just continued to vape.

Louis leaned on the couch with his back against it, murmuring something about gay unicorns.