Isabelle's P.O.V

“Okay!” Niall clapped his hands, taking a seat on the floor next to Louis. He waved Perrie away, “Perrie darling! Go get us some beers!” Perrie looked taken aback at how blunt and commanding Niall was. I giggled, “You’ve got a pair of legs Nialler. Get ‘em yourself.”

Perrie gestured to me, “Thank you!” I smiled at her, and nestled myself a bit farther into Harry’s chest. He chuckled and wound an arm around me, squeezing me appreciatively and laughing at Niall’s dumbfounded expression. “I was just trying to take the lead,” he murmured, pretending to cry.

I giggled, “Next time, just stick to being the sub, not the dom.”

Everyone oohed and Niall made an attempt to stand, clenching his fists mockingly. I knew that this whole conversation was just playful banter, and so did Niall and everyone else in the room. Well, at least I thought.

Quicker than I could’ve even thought, Harry was standing, shoving me behind him. I fell back on the couch and stared up at him. He looked as though he was readying himself in a defensive pose, and I was taken aback for a moment before tugging on his arm, “Harry,” I said gently, trying to stifle a laugh, “Calm down. He’s not going to hurt me, you idiot.”

Harry’s eyes were still hard, and he didn’t move. Niall put a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry mate. It was just a joke,” he explained. Harry seemed to snap out of it for a second. He shook his head, running a hand through his curls, and smiled sheepishly. I swear, for a moment there, it was like he’d been possessed.

“Sorry,” he grinned nervously, “Just a little protective, that’s all.” I couldn’t help but to blush and put my head down.

Everyone cooed. “Aw,” Perrie said, “Looks like little Hazza’s in lo-ove.” Harry rolled his eyes as Louis smacked Eleanor’s arm gently, “Why can’t you protect me like he protects her, El?”

Everybody burst out laughing. Even Eleanor, who giggled and leaned her head on Louis’ shoulder, and sat cross-legged on the floor. She took Louis’ face in her hands and said, “I’m sorry baby.” She pecked his lips once, and he smiled like an idiot. “You’re forgiven,” he murmured, sneaking one last kiss on her lips before turning back to everyone else. I shot her a look, wiggled my eyebrows, and she blushed madly.

“How long have you two been dating?” I asked, and they both replied simultaneously, “Two years.” I smiled, despite myself. I hoped that Harry and I would last that long, and that we’d still love each other as much as they did. Stop thinking like that, a voice told me. It was right. I shouldn’t doubt my relationship with Harry. It was perfect, right now, and that’s all I really needed to do. I needed to live in the moment. Harry made me happy, and I loved him for that.

“Well,” Niall announced, “I’ll go get the beers.”

I smiled proudly and clapped three times, “Good boy, Nialler.” He gave me another fake death stare, and I felt Harry stiffen under me. He’d resumed his previous position on the couch. I was cuddled into his side, my feet tucked under me. When I felt him tense, I waited until Niall walked out of the room. Everyone else had indulged in their own conversation, and I turned to Harry, murmuring, “Harry? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he muttered, shaking his head and unclenching his fist. I pursed my lips and kissed his cheek, trailing my lips to his ear, where I murmured, “We’ll talk about this later. But I have to tell you: you’re sexy when you’re overprotective.”

I felt him smirk, and I nibbled on his earlobe gently. “I love you,” I whispered, and he turned his head to meet mine, giving me a long, lingering kiss. I smiled against his lips.

Just then, Niall walked back into the room, carrying eight beers in his two hands. Don’t ask me how he managed to accomplish that, but I found it impressive. He passed out beers to everyone, and we all unscrewed the caps, holding them in our hands, waiting and ready.

Personally, I didn’t really like the taste of beer. It was just so bitter and foul. The smell wasn’t much better, and I held it as far away from my nose as possible. Everyone got into a circle. Everyone but Harry and I sat on the floor, so we were the only ones on the couch. Not that I minded, of course.

“Alright,” Louis announced, “I guess I’ll go first.” Everyone murmured in agreement, and Louis held up his beer dramatically, “Never have I ever,” he paused, no doubt for dramatic effect, “Had sex in a public washroom.” Eleanor blushed, and I tried not to smirk. I had a feeling she didn’t really want to go onto the topic of her and Lou’s sex life…at all.

Perrie and Zayn took a swig, and they were to only ones who drank. I could see why. Liam was far too sweet to shag in a public washroom, and I had a feeling that El and Louis’ relationship was more serious than that. Of course Perrie and Zayn’s relationship was serious, but I just meant…ugh, never mind. Niall burst out laughing when that happened, and I shook my head, smirking slightly.

The one person that I was genuinely shocked about was Harry. He didn’t drink, and for some reason, a warm feeling coursed throughout my body. I didn’t really want to learn about his past sex life, but it felt good to know that he wasn’t the womanizer the media made him out to be. I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Never have I ever,” Perrie paused, “Eaten a snail.” All of the boys drank. The girls and I looked at them in disgust.

“Hey!” Harry held up his hands in surrender, one of them still clasped around his beer, “We were in France! They don’t eat snails, they eat escargots!”

“That’s French for snail, you dingbat!” I slapped his arm lightly. He smiled and I continued, “Are you saying that every time I kiss you, I’m kissing a snail?” I was repulsed by the thought alone.

“Yep,” Harry cackled evilly, popping the ‘p’, and then he tackled me.I felt back on the couch, shrieking, as he tried to kiss me. I tried to avoid his lips at all costs.

Soon, the other boys with girlfriends did the same. Desperately trying to push Zayn off of her, Perrie screamed out, “Harry! Looked what you’ve started!” Eleanor just giggled and let Louis kiss her, and soon, I just gave up, slumped limply on the couch and smirked as Harry peppered my face with kisses. Perrie lasted the longest, but soon Zayn overpowered her, and she rolled her eyes while he kissed her. Niall and Liam just stared dumbfounded and the sudden make-out session, and then Niall held out his arms, “Liam?”

“No,” Liam said curtly, and everyone laughed. I smiled as Harry pressed one last kiss to my lips before climbing off of me. We resumed our previous position, and I fiddled with the material of his white shirt, being able to see the dark ink underneath. God, he was so sexy…I just wanted to—

Liam cut me off by saying, “Never have I ever,” he thought, “Hit a girl.” Harry drank. We all stared at him, surprised. He opened his mouth to explain, and for a moment, I wanted to plug my ears, afraid of what he would say.

“It was Gemma!” he protested, and I was so relieved I laughed, “She was annoying me, so I swatted the back of her head! She’s a girl! I think,” Harry added. I pressed a kiss to his cheek, so happy that it hadn’t been some skank that had begged to be spanked. I didn’t think I could handle it.

The game resumed, Eleanor held up her glass, “Never have I ever,” she said, trying to contain a laugh, “Grinded up against someone.” Everyone took a swig from their beer. I honestly didn’t want to, but I forced myself to swallow the foul liquid, shaking my head and making a face.

“Isabelle?” Eleanor asked, incredulous, “I thought I wouldn’t be the only one! I feel so alone!”
I shrugged, blushing, “Sorry El.” Harry’s hand squeezed my hip and he added, “Yeah. Sorry El.” I blushed even deeper. Great. Now everybody knew that I’d grinded up against Harry.

Louis stood suddenly, and I was very grateful that the spotlight was taken off of me. He set his beer down on the floor and grabbed El’s hand, yanking her up. She too set down her beer, confused.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her mouth turning downwards slightly. Louis threw up his hands, “To the closet!” he announced, “So that you won’t be able to use that ‘Never have I Ever’ again!” Everyone oohed and Louis grinned, pulling El out of the living room. “Good luck!” I called out.

“Isabelle’s not so innocent anymore,” Niall cackled and I buried my face in my hands, blush creeping up onto my cheeks as Liam laughed and Harry chuckled huskily. God, his accent, mixed in with his low voice equalled someone I’d desperately want to…well, I shouldn’t really finish that sentence.

Huh. Maybe Niall was right. Maybe I wasn’t so innocent anymore. I smiled, despite myself. I didn’t really like being the newbie to all of this stuff anyways. I finally felt as though I was letting loose for once, and fitting in. Because really, that was what I needed most at the moment.

“Never have I ever,” I decided to be courageous and hold up my beer bottle, “Been caught on a Kiss-Cam at a sports game.” Harry, Liam, Zayn and Perrie drank. Only Niall held back, as I did, and he raised his hands in surrender, “Hey!” he said, “I may be famous, but I haven’t had a girl to go out with in a long time.”

I smiled, giving him a pitiful look, “It’s alright Nialler. You’ll find someone.” He smiled, but I looked into his baby blue eyes for a mere second, and I could see a flash of hurt. I pursed my lips, debating whether I should say something. Eventually, I just decided not to, and I turned back to the game. Beside me, Harry brought his bottle to his lips, “I think I’ll drink for Louis and El, considering they probably have.”

“Oh no you don’t,” I said sternly, snatching the beer out of his hand, “I don’t feel like lugging my stoned boyfriend back home, you know.” Harry rolled his eyes, reaching for the beer, but I held it out of his reach. Eventually he growled lightly and tackled me, and I shrieked, doing everything in my power to keep the bottle steady and not spill in onto the carpet. Harry peppered my cheeks with kisses as I tried to push him away. Eventually I sighed and handed him the bottle, and he took a lengthy swig. I made a face, “Gross.”

He nuzzled his nose against my cheek, “I love you,” he breathed, and I giggled, despite all of the people watching us. “You reek,” I pushed him away. Everyone laughed and he pouted. I tried scooting away from him, but he just wound an arm around my waist and yanked me back to him. “Screw you,” I muttered.

“Want to?” he murmured, so that nobody else could hear. I loved how the group wouldn’t pay attention to anyone when they were trying to have a private moment. It was like they knew and chose not to care. And it was awesome.

“No,” I said, making a face and trying to push him off of me, but it didn’t work. He clung to me more than ever, that snarky koala. I loved him though. So, so much. The feeling was indescribable. I loved him so much it hurt. It made my heart ache, my breathing speed up, and tingling feelings erupt like massive volcanoes in my stomach. All because I loved him.

God, what was this boy doing to me?

Eleanor and Louis stumbled into the living room a few minutes later. Their hair was dishevelled, and Louis had light pink lipstick stains on his cheek. Eleanor was panting slightly, looking a little nervous, and everyone immediately began laughing. The game went on for a few more rounds before everyone decided to watch a movie. Louis immediately suggested Insidious, and Harry groaned. “I don’t like horror movies,” he muttered, and I laughed. I shook my head. “That’s good,” I noted, “Because neither do I.”

“You guys go watch a chick flick in Harold’s room,” Louis waved our pleas away. Not bothering to argue, since I wasn’t really against the suggestion, I said simply, “Fine,” and pulled Harry up, tugging him towards his bedroom. There were several whistles behind us, following by Niall screaming, “Gettin’ it!”

I just laughed and dragged Harry into his room, closing the door and locking it behind us.

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