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"Fecking hell boys! Isn't this kinda quick?" Niall shook his head in exaggerated dismay.

Harry lifted a hand to the back of Jill's head, further protecting her where she was attempting to hide in his chest.

"Listen, Irish," Louis grumbled at one of his closest friends, "we're a bit busy at the mo, so run along, son."

"Oh, I can see you've got your hands full, Tomo. If you don't mind though, I'll be askin' Jill to just confirm she is willing to be the one filling them. Jillian?"

Peeking out from the man-sandwich she was tucked into, Jill muttered, "Thanks, Niall. I'm willing."

"In that case, you should probably be moving this party away from the window."
Niall pointed at the large, glass pane where they could see their own reflections and anyone left at the party could certainly see them, in the lit-up kitchen.

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