One Direction's S*x Slave

I woke up abruptly to the sound of an electric guitar downstairs. I bolted straight up in my bedroom and turned to my left to find the bed empty. My heart was beating like the fast-beated drums crashing downstairs.

I looked down to my body to find that I'm completely naked and all of my clothes are stashed in a corner, then I remembered 'Harry banged you last night.'

I slowly climbed out of bed and grabbed the stash of clothes to put in the hamper. 'Crap,' my thinking begins. 'All the boxes are still unpacked. I was too busy learning about my new job and getting the first shift as my new job, I totally forgot to unpack!' I quickly began to take clothes out of boxes and filling the closet and dresser. Makeup, feminine products, toothbrush, toothpaste, brushes, combs, hair products and accessories began to fill the bathroom cabinets in a snap.

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(Excuse the bad intro. Hahahah - I was going through a little bit of writer's block)

A knock interrupted my unpacking. "Brooke? Are you awake yet, love?" an irish voice said in a soft voice. I still noticed how I am clothes-less. "One Second, Love!" I yelled, my irish accent thickening at this point. I quickly threw some jogging bottoms and a tank top on grasped my hands on the doorknob to open it. The short, Irish man now stood in your face. "Remember tonight is my night in case you forgot. Lunch is almost ready too by the way." he announced.

I had to smile in response, he said that in such a care-free way and almost announcing it to everyone so they could hear. "Thanks," I replied. "I'll come down in a minute. I'm just unpacking all of my stuff." I said, pointing to the wall of boxes that seemed to decrease in size from yesterday.

"Need help, love?" he asked cheerfully. I nodded but as soon as I could say anymore, he dashed to the half-wall of boxes and began to throw them open and carefully removing items and placing them where it could look good. I had to take some items and move them to a different spot but I loved the enthusiasm.

We were interrupted with unpacking by a sound of something jumping followed by moaning. Niall stared at me with his cheeks cherry red and walked out the door and followed the mysterious sound. The sound was at its full volume near Louis' room. Niall knocked on the door and the bouncing seemed to die down. I heard footsteps approaching the door but paused, "Harry!" someone whispered. "Quickly grab my boxers!"

My eyes widened almost out of my head and Niall stared at me with the same expression but something seemed to be different than mine. It almost seemed like he knew something but isn't admitting something. The door finally opened and there stood Louis Tomlinson, sweat dripping off his forehead, breathing heavily, brought a weak smile to his face.

I peered my head into the room to find Harry on the bed, breathing heavily, topless, laid across the bed with the sheets covering his middle section. Niall turned to me and whispered, "Ever heard of Larry Stylinson? The rumors are true.."

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