One Shots

I squirmed uncomfortably into my sofa cushion as I felt someone's arm wrap around me. It was Friday night, and not just that, but the first official night of Spring Break. Which, in most cases, would brighten anyone's day.

Except mine.

I thought it would be nice to fly home from college to visit home. Can you really blame me? I had it all worked out - the tickets, the arrival time, and the surprise. I hadn't seen my parents and brother in months, and I was absolutely ready to spend some much-deserved time with them.

Although, I will admit, it would've been nice to know that my parents were off on a business trip and wouldn't be home until Wednesday, leaving the house to my brother until then.

It was just hours before that I pulled into the driveway, hauled my luggage up to the porch, pounding on the door excitedly. Niall, my older brother was shocked to see me, pulling me into a huge bear hug before helping me in. We only had to time to talk for a few minutes before he cut me short of my story.

"You're going to hate me," he said suddenly, looking guilty.

"Why?"

"Well, I didn't expect you coming home, so invited some of the guys over for the night."

"Who?" I asked, trying to keep in a groan. It was his vacation, too, so I had no room to whine.

"Well Harry and Louis are coming, and two other guys I met on campus."

"You know I don't mind Harry and Louis coming over!" I smiled. Those two were always like older brothers to me, being Niall's best friends ever since elementary.

"I figured that, but I didn't know if you would be mad about the other two. I can cancel it if you'd like. If you don't like the idea of two random guys."

"Niall, it's fine. If they're friends of yours, I'm sure they're great. How about I just visit with some friends while they're over and I'll come back later tonight and slip right past you guys. Won't even know I'm back."

"You're the best!" he grinned, playfully punching my in the shoulder. I tried to cram in as much talk time with him before I planned to go visit my closest friends from high school.

And before I knew it, my watch read 11:39 p.m., giving me just enough time to get back home by midnight. I hugged my friends goodbye, and, as planned, hurried home and slipped through the back door. I tiptoed up to my room, successfully disturbing nobody. I relaxed and flipped the tiny TV that had been sitting in the corner since before I left for college. I was about 10 minutes into some cooking show before I heard my stomach's moan of disapproval.

"Alright, snack time," I decided aloud, hopping off the bed and going back into silent mode to retrieve a snack. I peeked around the corner at the dark room. The only light shone from the TV, portraying what looked like a fight scene. Five figured were engrossed in the film, not even hearing me accidentally step on the squeaky plank of wood that never failed to give someone away.

I searched the fridge and cupboards for anything really. It wasn't long before I found a jar of salsa and a nearly full bag of tortilla chips so accompany it.

"Oh shut up, I'll get you some more food," a voice called, sounding closer and closer with each word. He sounded vaguely familiar.

"What do you want? Popcorn? Or maybe some- hey!" Louis Tomlinson's face brightened as he entered the kitchen, spotting me immediately.

"Some hey?" the voice called back. Also familiar sounding.

He grabbed my wrist, dragging me out into the living room and shaking my arm around in front of Harry Styles.

"Harry! Niall tried to hide this little midget from us! And she's not even a midget anymore!" he exclaimed. He flicked the light on for everyone to see, causing me to blink a few times to adjust. And what I saw did not disappoint.

The boys which were once my brother's sidekicks in teasing me about whatever they could think of were now incredibly good-looking college students who actually looked excited to see me.

"Aw, little Pinocchio grew into her weird nose," Harry cooed at me, smirking in my direction.

"I tried to be quiet, I really did," I defended myself before Niall could whine at me for interrupting.

"Not your fault. Bottomless pit over there couldn't wait another ten minutes for food," he gestured back to Harry, still smirking at himself. Nothing seemed to be different with him.

Another boy cleared his throat from across the room, and all eyes met his as he did so. I hadn't even noticed the other guys in the midst of our pathetic reunion.

"Oh, sorry. Liam, Zayn, this is my sister. Sis, meet the new recruits."

I first looked at Liam, also known as "the one who cleared his throat". He seemed intimidating for just a second, but behind facial scruff and bold arrow tattoos on his arm, a friendly smile resided.

"What's up?" he asked, waving a little. I smiled and shrugged back, happy with my first impression of him.

I then looked over to Zayn, a darker-skinned boy with plenty of tattoos to go around. He also had some scruff, except his was a tad thicker, and jet black to match his full head of hair. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe a happy grin like I received from the last boy. But instead, I got a delayed blank stare, eventually accompanied by a "hey".

"Right... hey. Well nice seeing you guys, but I don't wanna take away from your movie, so I'll be upstairs."

"No! Stay! Then it will be like a family reunion!" Louis pleaded.

I looked over to Niall, but he just shrugged and claimed he didn't care.

Which brings me to where I am now. I somehow got wedged in between Harry and Louis, which, don't get me wrong, is usually a party, but the fact that Harry had snuck his arm around my waist was just an odd sensation. Shoulders are one thing, my torso was another. Normally I wouldn't mind when an incredibly attractive guy busts a move, but something about our unbiological sibling relationship killed whatever mood he was going for.

"Excuse me," I stood up, heading for the bathroom.

"We'll keep it paused for you!" Louis assured. Not that I really cared.

I shut the bathroom door behind me, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. I was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top, neither of which were very flattering to my figure. I tugged my top down a little, exposing just a tiny bit more skin. I made sure my makeup and hair looked alright, then mentally slapped myself.

Who was I trying to impress? These guys have either been your life-long friends or random guys you might not see again. I shook my head and yanked my top back up, a bit ashamed in my thinking. I was on my way back out, when I heard my name from the living room. I stopped short of the door and decided a little eavesdropping never hurt anyone.

"Your sister seems nice," one of them mentioned, I guessed Liam.

"Yeah, glad to see her again. She always hated us," Louis laughed.

"When were you gonna tell us she turned into a babe?" Harry blurted.

"Dude, gross. She's my sister."

"You wouldn't mind if I asked her out then, right?"

"Actually, she's off-limits."

"What!" Harry whined.

"Even if she wasn't, you realize she sees you as a brother," he snorted. I'm glad Niall broke the news to him.

"Psh."

"What do you think of her, mate?" Liam asked.

No one made a sound, except I heard a few chuckles after nothing happened. I guess whoever's answer was some sort of silent gesture, and I wouldn't doubt that it was Louis poking more fun at me. I decided to make my entrance, acting as if I hadn't heard everyone's opinion of me. Well, almost everyone.

I sat back down between Harry and Louis, smiling at everyone before looking back at the TV, waiting for the film to resume. I made sure to look interested in the movie, but my mind was completely on the fact that Harry was staring at me. I ignored it as best I could, but I could only fake my anxiety for so long. Without warning, a sex scene was beginning to bloom on screen, and I looked away. In the worst place possible.

Just inches from my face, Harry was staring into my eyes, and he was leaning in. I panicked, jumping up from the couch. All eyes were suddenly on me.

"Getting a bit thirsty, anyone want anything?" I offered, and when no one said anything, I wasted no time in getting to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass for myself and filled it to the brim with water, gulping it down like my life depended on it. What just happened?

I don't know how long I'd been in there, but I knew something was up when the new kid walked in.

"Sorry, you guys can keep the movie going. I'm not really into it anyway," I apologized, assuming I was wasting their time.

"They never bothered to stop it," Zayn mumbled, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

"Oh... did you need something? I can get it for you."

"I came in here to see you."

I was a bit taken back by this, but decided to let him continue.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" his voice suddenly lowered as he took a step or two closer.

"Uh..."

"I know we haven't known each other for more than two hours, but I really,really, need that to be changed," he explained, stepping even closer. I was too much in shock to reply or even move. This couldn't even be real.

His hands gently gripped my wrists as he finally approached me, the only thing causing me to jerk.

"The fact that Harry has that advantage of knowing you longer, getting to touch you like that absolutely pisses me off," he whispered, almost growled, and I'd never heard anything sexier.

"Are you kidding me right now," I groaned, trying to keep myself from attacking him to the floor and doing not-so-good first impression things to him.

"You could actually be a criminal, and I would have no idea."

"Those guys were too infatuated with that movie to realize I even left. But all that's on my mind is you. And there's only one person that can fix that, yeah?"

I don't know who initiated it, but I didn't really care, either. All I knew is that no matter how much my fingers seemed to fumble through his hair, I couldn't satisfy my craving of getting him closer to me. I held back a groan as I noticed his hands feel around my waist, eventually finding a place to stay and gripping it firmly.

His body pressed more and more into mine, the contact sending me into what felt like an actual dream. I knew whatever would happen next could only go downhill, but I didn't care.

"ZAYN!"

He unglued himself from my frame, head whipping around to find Niall at the door. He lowered his voice only a little before shouting some profanities at him. I felt bad, but one look at Zayn's smug face, and I knew he didn't care one bit.

He ended up commanding Zayn back to the living room and me to my bedroom, but not without a wink from the bad boy himself.

"The second they leave, we're having a talk," Niall threatened as I began to head back up to my bedroom. I didn't bother responding, still caught up in what just took place in my kitchen. Niall knew just as well as I did that neither Mom nor Dad would find out, and he really had no say in who I chose to hook up with.

Funny thing, though, how it took him three more years until he agreed to be the Best Man.

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