Me and the lads are currently flying all around the world for our ‘take me home’ tour.

Our current stop is England.

We’re all staying in a luxurious penthouse near the centre of London.

That includes you. Our photographer.

Me and you have gotten… a little close during tour. We’ve ended up sneaking into each others rooms at night more time than I can count, secretly fucking in the back lounge of the tour bus after shows and sharing stolen glances when none of the lads are looking.

We’ve ended up being friends with benefits. It’s easy. No strings attached. No labels. No expectations.

We have a few days off so we all decided to head to a bar after tonight’s show. About twenty too many shots later, me and you have found our selves in the kitchen back at the penthouse. The rest of the lads have gone off to bed and in my spontaneous, drunken haze I suggested we have a little fun in the kitchen.

You’re perched up on the counter, legs spread out for me with your dress bunched up to your hips and your red panties discarded on the floor. A soft, quiet moan escapes your lips as my lips attack your neck with kisses—leaving little hickeys in my wake, causing me to feel a twitch in my uncomfortably tight jeans. “Someone could walk in.” You whisper, your fingers tugging my hair.

I look up at you, my eyes dark with desire. “They’re all asleep,” I reassure, slurring my words slightly. “They were so wasted, they would’ve fell asleep m’sure.”

“You better hope s—“ the words die in your throat, you suck in a breath as I dip my head, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. You grip the counter, a whimper escapes you lips and I swear that’s my undoing.

My kisses to your inner thighs trail higher, I feel the wetness on my lips that has began to drip down your thighs, causing me to let out a low groan. Without any warning, my mouth attaches to where you need me most and I lick and suck at your core like a man starving.

“H—harry, oh my god.” Your tone is breathy, laced with need.

Neither of us hear the soft click of the kitchen door.

Niall walks in.

I hear a thud on the floor, my head snaps up from between your thighs.

My eyes are met with Niall looking absolutely mortified and his phone is on the floor in front of him.

I assume he dropped his phone out of shock, I quickly shield your bare lower half with my body.

Not only has he just walked in on me eating you out, he also has no idea that you and I are friends with benefits.

“Fucking hell, didn’t know the kitchen came with a live porno show,” Niall’s drunken laughter fills the kitchen, looking anywhere but at us. “Just needed to get a glass of water. So… you two hook up, huh?”