Forbidden

Why is life so boring? That was the question that was playing in my head as I cleaned my room. The boys had left for an interview in a nearby radio station, so I'd been left with nothing to do. All my friends were busy, had decided to be friends with James instead of me, or were away on holiday, and the best option I had was to spend a couple of hours doing hard labour. Seriously.

I sighed to myself as I heaved yet another pile of unwashed clothes into the laundry basket, trying not to imagine the ironing that my mum had in store, as I was, and there's no other word for it, shit at ironing. I always seemed to leave the clothes more creased than they'd been in the first place.
After a while it dawned on me that the task was not just hard, but impossible, so I heaved myself onto my cluttered bed, too tired to move the hairbrush that was digging into my back and relived last night's events.

Louis was an amazing kisser, and an even better lover. He was sweet yet firm, and strange as it sounds, he hadn't stopped being Louis as soon as he got hard. Most boys I know, James being one of them, seemed to become a completely different person during sex, reminding of me of the perverted uncle in Bridget Jones.
I shook my head slightly, surprised at my own weird thoughts, when the door to my bedroom flew open to reveal Harry and Niall standing their, complete with ridiculously cheesy smiles.

"Whatcha doin'?" Harry asked, raising the pitch of his voice until it hurt my ears.
"Wondering what the best way to kill you would be." I told him, my voice sounding deadpan from the exhaustion.
"Well you probably shouldn't do that, because then I wouldn't be able to tell you the amazing news that we have." he smirked, Niall joining in eagerly like his little mini me, although the Irish boy was actually older.

"What news?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Welllll..." Harry began before he was cut off with a sharp jab in the stomach from Niall.
"What was that for?" Harry asked, glaring at his friend.
"You're not allowed to tell her, Liam said he wants everybody to be there." Niall exclaimed, looking somewhat exasperated at the curly haired boy who was pouting next to him.
"Fine." he said, standing up and walking towards the door before turning to me.

"You should know that Louis is downstairs, try not to make it obvious to Liam what happened." Harry said, seemingly as an afterthought.
Hastily, I plastered on my best 'heartbroken and vulnerable' face, sighing softly.

"I know, I just hope I can be friends with him though. We used to be so close." I told them, cursing myself for lying to people so much. I needed a more innocent pastime.
"I think Louis will get over it soon, he just wasn't expecting to be rejected." Niall smirked, failing at being comforting as he tried not to laugh at his friend's expense.
"Stop being mean." I told him, grabbing hold of his arm and practically dragging him down the stairs as he screamed in protest.

I flung the door to the living room open, striding in and sprawling myself across Liam and Zayn's bodies, as they were sitting on the nearest sofa.
"Millie!" Liam exclaimed, trying to push me off, although he soon stopped when I clung in to his favorite t-shirt, threatening to stretch it, basically because I can be a lazy bitch and I didn't feel like moving.

"You weigh a lot more than I thought you would." Zayn told me, cowering away from me as I widened my eyes, hitting him over the head.
"Now you've been punished, I will forgive you." I told him as the rest of the boys laughed at his terrified expression.
"But that's only because I'm going to tell myself that it is your twisted way of saying that I look as thin as a supermodel." I told him, watching as Harry began to snort with laughter, his water coming back up through his nostrils.

"Harry Styles, you are the most disgusting person I have ever met in my life. And I've seen Niall Horan get the meat sweats, Zayn Malik throw up, Liam Payne go for a piss in the sink, and Louis Tomlinson naked." I told him, laughing until I realized what I'd just said.

Shitttttt. Liam looked confused for a second, then it seemed to set in and he was outraged. Harry, Niall and Zayn all looked vaguely bemused, although not surprised whilst Louis sat there, looking guilty and fucking terrified.
"What the fuck? When have you seen Louis naked?" Liam bellowed, standing up so quickly that I fell off of his lap, landing on the floor with a bump.

"Um. It's a figure of speech, Li. I haven't actually-" I began my lame excuse, trying to send urgent 'Save me' looks the boys way, although they seemed to go unnoticed for a second until Harry cut in.

"Millie, that's not true. Stop trying to protect him." He said, shooting me a look as I began to wonder if that was what dying felt like.
Louis was looking at his best friend in disbelief, unable to comprehend the fact that he was being thrown under the bus. However, Harry didn't notice, continuing with his story happily.

"A few months ago, when Millie came to visit us in London, you were busy with Danielle, so Millie came to see Louis and I at our flat. So the reason that she saw him naked is because Louis didn't hear me open the door, and came out of his room completely naked, by accident. We just didn't tell you because Louis was embarrassed and we know you probably wouldn't approve." Harry said.

Although he was normally wrong when he claimed that I fancied him (and he did it a lot) , in that moment I could have kissed him for saving me from Liam who was sat there looking unimpressed.
"So nothing has happened between you two?" he asked suspiciously and I rolled my eyes dramatically.
"Liam, I'm your little sister, not a groupie whore that you picked up at a brothel!" I exclaimed, trying my best to look indignant. "I would not hook up with Louis!" I said and he nodded eagerly.
"I wouldn't hook up with your sister either." he agreed, keeping his face straight as Liam's eyes swiveled between the two of us.

"Fine," he huffed. "Because for a moment then I thought you'd actually had sex!" he exclaimed as Louis and I exchanged uneasy looks.
"And I wouldn't have been able to give you your surprise!" he told us, turning towards me in particular as everybody seemed to relax a bit.
"What surprise?" I asked, twisting my bum around to get comfy on the sofa.

In unison, the boys turned to me, screaming loudly. "WE'RE TAKING YOU TO BARCELONA!" they shouted
I didn't even attempt to cover my ears, instead joining in with the jumping about, slightly too enthusiastically I might add, as I landed on Zayn's head.
"Oops, sorry." I told him, sitting back down after my little mistake had ended the proceedings.

"Why are you lot going there anyway?" I asked curiously, grabbing a crisp from the bag that Niall was eating from and ignoring him as he scolded me.
"We have some PR to do, but it will only take a day, so we have six days to relax there." Liam told me, smiling at my elated expression.
"Oh my God, we can go to the beach!" I exclaimed before gasping at the thought in my head.
"Oh my God, the SHOPPING!" I squealed happily, resisting the urge to dance as I knew it would only result in them making fun of me.

"When are we going?" I asked them quickly, already mentally packing my suitcase.
"Next week." Louis told me.