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'This is so stupid.' I thought to myself as I was shoved up to the front of the room where all eyes were on me. There were two bags in front of me and so I slid each of my hands inside, pulling out the first things I touched.

A blindfold and a note that read "30 min".

Fuck.

Suddenly, Harry snatched the blindfold out of my hands and stepped behind me, wrapping the cloth around my face, covering my eyes. Excepting my fate, I just rested my hands at my sides, letting out a small huff of annoyance. "Alright! Now, pick an item from this box!" I heard Niall chirp, taking one of my wrists and guiding my hand to the box as Harry started to tie the blindfold tightly in a knot. I let my fingers drift over the objects before pulling out a cold, plastic like bag with some stuff in it.

The room filled with "Ooooooh"s and wolf whistling as the object was snatched from my hands as Harry, assumingly, placed his hands on my shoulders and began to lead me off towards the direction of the closet. "Get them ready so we can just throw them in there with them!" My best friend called with a giggle, making me roll my eyes from underneath the blindfold.

I heard the door open in front of me as Harry walked me into the small room and guided me to sit with my back to the wall. "You're gonna like who you got." I heard him whisper cheekily into my ear, confirming it was the curly haired brunette, who let go of me and walked off. "C'mon in!" Harry called, making me sigh, flustered and confused by what Harry had meant. "Remember, no talking or any noises that can make it obvious for Y/n to figure out who you are! Good luck, mate! Thirty minutes will start right after the door closes! I expect actions!" Then, the door slammed shut.

Even though the small space was silent, I felt the person's presence in the room with me. "Hello?" I called, holding both my hands out so my palms faced the ceiling. There were some rustling noises and suddenly, two large, sweaty hands took mine. "Do I know you?" I asked. The person took my hand and pulled it forward until my hand was cupping their face, while their hand wrapped around my wrist. The person nodded their head twice. I nodded in return, taking a mental note that the person who I was stuck with had a small fuzz of a beard, so it had to be one of the guys... I'm just saying that because I didn't see any women with beards at this party, okay? Anyone can have them.

Subconsciously, I rubbed the pad of my thumb along their cheek and jawline, feeling each tiny hair brush up and kinda tickle my skin. I felt his face move slightly upwards, meaning he was smiling. His face also started to heat up, meaning he was blushing. "Have a known you for a long while?" I asked, getting a few nods in response, "Are we considered friends?", another yes. "Hmmm..." I hummed to myself, making the boy tilt his head to the side, silently asking me what I was thinking about. "I just wanna think of how I could get to know who you are without you talking. This is a kissing game, and I've only kissed one of my guy friends and it was for a dare. It wasn't like... tongue or open mouth, it was more of a disgusted peck, but still... I only have five guy friends here at this party, so that means we gotta narrow down four to one." I explained, earning a slow understanding nod. "You can't be... Harry or Niall, because they were the ones that shoved us in here... so you're either Liam, Zayn, or Louis." I say earning more nods, but these were quick, like he was saying I was right.

"Can I feel around you? Like, keep one hand to feel your response while the other feels your build and structure?" I asked, making the heat under my palm warmer as the boy nodded, letting go of my hand and taking my wrist loosely before placing it on his chest. I felt his chest move with every breath he took, which didn't make it easier to find out who it was. Everyone breathes. So I started to feel around their torso, feeling the fabric of the T-shirt that the boy wore, as well as the slight bumps underneath that would resemble ribs, nipples, collarbones, etcetera.

It couldn't have been Niall because he was the idiot who suggested this stupid game and he wore one of his very loose tank tops.

It couldn't have been Harry because he's the one who got me all situated and he wore a soft jumper that I'm pretty sure he stole from me because I own a lot of huge, baggy clothing.

It couldn't have been Zayn because he wore a button up top and his black leather jacket.

It couldn't have been Liam because he wore his usual grey zip up hoodie and the boy wasn't wearing a hoodie.

Hmmm....

Niall,

Harry,

Zayn,

Liam...

...

Louis.

It was fucking Louis.

Now I understand why Harry said I'd like who I had gotten. That motherfucker knows damn well that I have a huge crush for Louis and has been bugging me about it for months.

And the item I must've chosen was a bag of carrots. Real original, Harry.

And the thing that only confirmed that it was Louis was the Superman symbol that was on his shirt. I could feel the material of it, and just after tracing it a few times, I knew what it was. He had worn this shirt on multiple occasions that weren't formal events.

"Hmmm..." I hummed again, trying to sound confused, even though I knew it was Louis. "Well, you remind me of the boy I actually have a crush on. And I swear, if you're not him, bitch, you better not say anything. Harry already knows, but if I hear that you breathe a single word to someone, I will kill you. Understood?" I say firmly, earning a quick nod in return.

"Okay, so you're definitely not Niall or Harry, you don't have a leather jacket on, so you're not Zayn. You don't have a hoodie on, so you're not Liam. So you're the boy who I like...", I take a deep breath, "Which is Louis." I felt the boy's heart speed up and his face warm up more. "Am I right? If so, I know this sounds hella desperate, but I honestly have no dignity or pride anymore, can you kiss me?" I finished, feeling my own face heat up and heart quicken.

The boy held still for a few seconds before slowly leaning forward and capturing our lips in a slow, gentle, almost hesitant, closed mouthed kiss. I instantly melted into the kiss, feeling Louis' free hand reach up and gently tug at the blindfold until the knot was loose enough to untie the piece of fabric. Louis broke the kiss to remove the cloth from between us, resting it on the floor beside us. My eyes fluttered open and a small smile slowly made its way to my lips as we made eye contact. Louis smiled shyly and reached his hand over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "So you like me, huh?" Louis whispered with a sly smirk. "Yeah... do you feel the same?" I asked hesitantly. "I can show you better than I can tell you." "Then show me."

Louis smiled before kissing me again, but it was more passionate. I returned the kiss, moving my way to straddle his hips while cupping his face in my hands. Louis's hands roamed my waist and back as we kissed. I nipped at his bottom lip, making him let out a surprised yelp and part his lips, making it easy for me to slide my tongue into his mouth. Louis moaned at the sudden surge of confidence that flower through my veins like adrenaline. Our tongues twined together in some sort of majestic, sensual dance, tasting each other as we tilted our heads to get different angles.

Since we were only human, we had to break the kiss for air. But instead of just taking a break, I moved to start kissing his neck, making him let out a quiet gasp and tilt his head back to give me more space. I started with small kisses until I made it to right under his ear, making him tense up, so I began to suck and bite at the area, making him whimper move a hand to my head to thread his fingers through my hair while the other gently kneaded his nails into the back of my shirt. "Jesus Christ, you're eager!" Louis muttered breathlessly, letting out a flustered laugh right after. I smiled against his skin before nipping at his earlobe, making him let out a soft moan and pull me closer, nuzzling his head into my shoulder. But I didn't like that so much, so I grabbed him by the back of his head by his messy dark locks, making him cry out.

"The fuck!?" Liam laughed from the outside. "They're getting it on, lads!" Zayn yelled, making the laughter grow louder. "You got fifteen minutes! Clothes better be put back on when we open the door!" Harry playfully sang.

I pulled away from Louis when the boys started the commotion. When it stopped, I looked over at Louis who looked upset. "We have a concert in two days! They'll see this!" Louis complained. "Well, I'ma be up there with you so they'd look at me instead." I teased, even though it was the truth. I was going to sing with them on their tour when we arrive. "Y'know, that's right. You are performing with us." Louis said before ducking his head down and aggressively sucking and kissing my neck, making me gasp at the sudden contact. My hands flew into his hair, pulling his head closer to my skin, digging and massaging my fingers through his hair as his arms wrapped around my torso. "Now, we're..." he moved to another spot on my neck, "both... Even..." he pulled off after licking a stripe over all the red marks he left that would soon turn purple.

Louis moved to look me dead in the eyes, "And now, everyone knows you're mine and I'm yours." He panted softly, connecting our foreheads, "We have like ten minutes left... how would you like to fill it?" He asked softly, rubbing my sides soothingly. "To lay in the arms of what's mine." I say, making him smile shyly, "As you wish."

Louis moved us so we was sitting with his back against the wall with his legs spread with me in between them. I laid my back to his chest as his arms rested around my waist, hugging me close, kissing my cheek/neck off and on.

We were quietly talking and planning future dates when the door slammed open. "Aye! I said I expected actions!" Harry pouted, lowering his phone for a picture he was planning on taking. "Oh they did something... look at their necks, lads." Zayn smirked while leaning against the doorframe. The three remaining band members turned to look at our necks and when they saw the marks we had given each other, giant cheeky grins formed on their faces. "FINALLY!" Niall cheered, getting the other party goers to cheer with him.

Louis and I burst out laughing before we got up and left the closet hand in hand, taking our seats at "The Royalty Couch" as that's what everyone else was calling it because the six of us were going to leave for the tour right after the party and we wouldn't see our close old friends and family for a while.

The boys soon joined us, teasing us for the marks and everything before they continued on with the game. Louis and I curled up to each other and laughed at the couples who went in and out. We shared small kisses here and there and it was a very nice way to continue the party before we all had to leave for the tour.