*MACKENZIE'S POV*
"Louis. Simple. You're from Doncaster. Or, you're from Ireland?" Oh, you just wait for the hard ones, Mr. Tomlinson.
"First answer."
"Mackenzie. You dated more than 2 guys. You're from Scotland." Shit, how did he know?!
"First." I mumbled.
I don't give a fuck - I'm giving him the hard one.
"Louis. You love Sydney. You hate Sydney." Instantly his eyes got as wide as dinner plates and the guys looked at him with a what-in-the-freaking-hell expression.
He grit his teeth and his eyes were shooting daggers at me.

I winked and made a camera motion with my hands. I know everything. I see everything. If I'm shy, awkward, and quiet, doesn't mean I don't watch or think.

I see Sydney looked hurt behind the row. Seriously though; Louis needed to know she was anorexic and that she doesn't eat. I swear to god I was doing her a favor.
I shake my head in her direction and she looks at me with either a thanks expression or die expression.
Well, he'll tell the truth.

"Second answer." His face goes pale and he runs off somewhere to the bathroom.
I smirk winningly and Sydney comes up to me, tears threatening to spill over her dark and long lashes.
"'Least I know I truth.." She says sadly. That's what's good about her. She tries to be positive.

"I'm sorry, Syd. It seemed like a - "
"Harry, you're up. With the winner."
"Winner!?" Harry says, confused as he goes up.

"The person to make the other person cry or scream or run or whatever is the winner." Lizzy smirks.
"And to add to the fun - whoever gets the question wrong - has to kiss."

Oh, jeez. She's taken it too far.
"You're gonna pay for what you did to my bandmate." He says under his breath. I shrug. Now I'm the scared one.

"And everyone else in here - you have to kiss, too." Lizzy states again.
Cries of hell no speed through the room.
"it's my house and game, idiots!" She points out and says, "Hard mode - no easy questions."

"Harry, Denise gave you that love bite, or the other girl did?!" I snap first, nodding at Sydney who's slowly recovering to jot down the stuff.

"Other girl." He says indifferently.
"Mac. You were kidnapped when you were 8 or you moved yourself because of your parents?" He snaps.
I blink.
Oh, god. Which one was real? I was on fucking medication when that happens. The girls know it too. First Kat, then Carrie make a GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE motion but I slowly close my eyes.

"C'mon!" I hear Acacia pace.
"None." I finally say and shoot a look to Lizzy, then automatically say, "I lost my mum in a fire, my father sent me to study in Birmingham, then he killed himself, my sister lives with her boyfriend and rarely comes to visit." That, folks, is my life story.

Everyone in the room is shocked - well - except for heartless, smirking Lizzy who says, "Now you have to kiss - all of you, pick a partner. Don't try to convince me no or you're dead."
A minute passes and I cross my arms.
I'm never the one to kiss..
He suddenly leans in and quickly plants his lips on mine, slipping his tongue effortlessly into my mouth. Suddenly he leans into the kiss and I'm into it.
Wait.. what?!
I almost think I'm out of breath until our lips un connect and I stare at his eyes.

Of course - Lizzy captured it.
Kat is still kissing Liam.
Sydney is slipping her eyes across the room, looking for Louis.

Carrie's cheeks are flushed red and Niall rubs his arm uncomfortably.
Zayn and Acacia are standing a mile away from each other, but still staring at one another.

Woops.. we kissed One Direction..

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