Jump In The Deep End

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"Amber, nothing will be different between us." Louis said as we stood in line for his audition.

I smiled back hesitantly. "You're sure?" I asked him. "You won't forget about me when you're famous?"

"I could never forget about you. I promise." He said, flashing a grin at me.



Amber Michaels is just a normal girl. Her best friend, however, is NOT just a normal guy. He's Louis Tomlinson, from the infamous boyband, One Direction.

They have been best friends for years, and have gone through so much together. Through Louis' auditions for the X-Factor, to his recent break-up with longtime girlfriend, Eleanor, they talked every day. But, they had one problem:

The other four members of the band knew nothing about her. This makes it difficult for them to talk every day. Somehow, they manage.

One day, however, the boys discover their secret, and insist that Amber goes on vacation with them for the summer, and madness breaks loose.


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9. Shower Curtains and... Yeah.

Louis POV


 

I went upstairs to shower, and Amber assured me she would be up in a bit.

Even though Harry had seemed okay with my relationship with Amber, I didn't want to push him too far. I decided that I could deal with less public displays of affection. We had a whole summer with Amber and the other lads, and I didn't want to put him over the edge.

I thought about how much I missed the old, carefree Harry, who wasn't afraid to joke around and act like an idiot with me. Things might have been so much easier if the boys had known about Amber before a few days ago. But, then again, they might have been worse. I guess I won't ever know.

When I finished my shower, I stepped out looking for a towel. There were none, so I peeked out the door into my bedroom, and when no one was there, I stepped out. I looked around for my suitcase, which was nowhere to be found.

"What the...?" Then I looked at the dresser. Liam had probably put them away some time during the day. I walked over and pulled the top drawer open, and...

Nothing.

I flung the rest of the drawers open, and, finding nothing, moved to the closet. When that was unsuccessful, I went back into the bathroom. "Oh, come on!" I exclaimed when I didn't see the clothes I had been wearing before the shower.

Someone had taken all my clothes and hidden them.

Great.

I slammed the door and thought about my options. I could stay in here until Amber came, and ask her to find me some clothes. No, that would be awkward. I could risk going next door to Harry's room and borrowing something, but then I would be walking through the house naked. No, thanks. I'm not Harry.

I looked around desperately, as if the answer to my problems was written on the mirror. Except, it may have been.

The light blue shower curtain was reflected into the mirror. I turned to the side, and wasted no time ripping it (quite aggressively) off the hooks. I wrapped it around myself as many times as it would go, then double checked in the mirror to be sure that it wasn't transparent in any spots. I walked out into the hallway, feeling more than ridiculous, and started down the hall.

Suddenly, I heard a little laugh at the other end of the hall. I couldn't tell who's it was, I could just tell it was a laugh. I whipped around, and there stood Amber, who was taking pictures with her iPhone, and was now laughing like a maniac.

"Amber!" I yelled. "Where did you put my clothes?"

She looked around thoughtfully. "Huh..." She said. "I don't remember." She grinned and shrugged. "Sorry." And she ran full speed down the stairs.

"Bloody hell..." I mumbled to myself as I shook my head and turned back in the direction of Harry's room. I walked in, and Harry glanced up from his laptop, laughing when he saw my make-shift clothes.

"Trying out a new style, Lou? Because, no offense, but I like the stripes better than the flowers." He laughed cheekily.

I scowled. "Can I borrow some clothes? Amber hid mine."

He laughed and pointed to his closet, which was open to reveal, as always, Harry's organized wardrobe. I walked over and grabbed a tee-shirt and walked over to his dresser. I grabbed some boxers I had gotten him last year for christmas, and knew for sure he hadn't worn yet. I pulled out a pair of pajama pants and turned back to Harry, who was still laughing.

"Thanks." I muttered.

He just nodded (while laughing at me). I left his room and got changed out of the shower curtain.

When I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, Amber was sitting on the bed playing on her phone. I glanced over, and my suitcases were sitting in a neat stack in the corner.

I rolled my eyes, and got an idea. Suddenly, I lunged at her. She hadn't seen me come out of the bathroom, so she was caught off guard. We landed so that she was on her back, and I was straddling her waist.

"Now, why did you take my clothes?" I asked her. "Couldn't stand the thought of living for another minute without seeing me naked?" I asked teasingly.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. If I wanted to see you naked, I could. I wouldn't even have to try on that one."

I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, if I tried to seduce you, I wouldn't need to do very much work. I'm very lovable, you know." She added casually with a shrug.

I mock-scowled at her. "Are you saying I'm easy?"

"Not necessarily..." She said, adding an apologetic smile at the end.

I pouted. "I'm offended!" I told her, throwing a hand over my heart dramatically.

"You should be!" She laughed.

"Well, that's irrelevant." I told her. "But that's beside the point. The point is, why do you think you wouldn't even have to try?" I asked, bringing the subject back to the original question.

"I already told you!" She laughed. "I'm very lovable!"

"Okay, then prove it." I growled before slamming my lips onto hers. She responded immediately, tangling her hands in my hair. I wrapped my arms around her an flipped us over so that we were lying on our sides. I moved my lips away from hers and to her neck, leaving lovebites every few inches. She groaned softly and pulled my head back up to her face.

I let my hands wander her body, and she did the same, while we continued kissing.

"I love you," I told her, not taking my lips away from hers.

"Love you more," she said, and I grinned against her lips.

I pulled back slightly. "I can prove I love you more." I said flirtatiously.

"Can you, now?" She flirted back, a slight smirk playing at her lips. "And just how do you plan to do that?"

"Like this." I said before pressing my lips to hers once more, less agressively. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we moved so she was on top of me. After a few moments, she tentatively moved her hands to the hem of my tee shirt. She tugged lightly at the hem, motioning for me to take it off.

I obeyed, and she did the same with her shirt. I ran my hands along the smooth skin of her stomach, and she sighed into my neck. She kissed me again, more fiercely, and let her fingers play with the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing.

"Off," she gasped, and I did as I was told. She pulled away for a second and smirked. "Mine, too," she commanded, before placing her lips on my neck, most likely leaving love bites, like I did to her. I gently tugged off her shorts, and then we moved so that I was on top.

I unclasped her bra, and tossed it across the room. Then, in a matter of seconds, her underwear followed suit. She looked up at me, "Well," she said, smirking in that way that made me insane. "Someone's eager." She laughed, but I cut her off, slamming my lips back onto hers, where I wanted them to stay forever. She pulled off my boxers and pressed herself closer to me.

I groaned into her mouth and she shivered, kissing me harder.

"Amber," I groaned. "I really want you right now." I almost whined. I wanted her SO badly.

"Well, what's stopping you?" She asked, and I looked at her. I could see her clearly in the moonlight that streamed through the window. She looked absolutely beautiful, and I wanted to make her mine.

"Oh, shit." I mumbled, mentally kicking myself.

She looked confused. "What?"

"I don't have a condom..." I trailed off. Damn it! So close.

Amber smiled at me. "I'm on the pill."

"Okay. I was getting really worried th--" She cut me off.

"Stop talking and make love to me, already."

She didn't have to tell me twice.

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