My hand remains over your mouth to prevent your little sounds being heard as I continue to move. The beds on the tour bus are so small, I don't even know how we both fit in one bed.

We just finished a concert, and you and I got back on the bus while Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn went to an afterparty nearby. We'd been glancing at each other throughout the show, and this thing had to be resolved somehow, but without the boys finding out, so the party was the perfect plan.

We've been secretly dating for a couple of months. We don't want to tell the others because we don't want to upset the good relationship within the band. So we always sneak into each other's rooms in the middle of the night, or to our dressing rooms before each show, or to the bus beds like we're doing now.

I keep my hand over your mouth so no worker can hear us while I stare at you as you close your eyes. But my body stops moving when I hear the door to the dorm room open. Shit. I feel you writhing beneath me and turn my gaze to you. Double shit, you're—the sound you make when you are ready sounds all over the room, and I curse myself inwardly.

Suddenly the bed curtain slides open and we both turn to see Niall, his eyes wide open at the sight of us. "MY EYES! MY EYES!" he yells, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"For God's sake, Niall, shut up!" I say, unable to move. You're exposed underneath me and I don't want anyone to see anything. I can't close the curtain either, because my hands are covering your body.

"Niall, why the hell are you screaming so—" Louis stops dead in his tracks at the sight, Liam and Zayn behind him. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

"Oh my fucking god, let's all calm down for a moment, okay?" I try to calm things down. "Will someone close the damn curtain?" My body was still completely covering yours so nothing could be seen, but everyone's probably staring at my ass.

Liam slowly closes the curtain and I sigh in relief, looking down at you again. What are you supposed to do in these cases other than panic?