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Louis took the lead. With Jillian's hand grasped in his own, he wound them out of the kitchen, through a living room and upstairs. Harry remained one step behind, fingers skating at her waist band, the entire way.

At the landing, Louis looked back at Harry. "Which room did Ian say?"

"Last one on the left. Has its own loo and a king sized bed, 'because we have to share.' Under the circumstances, I'd say sharing is aces. So thank you, Ian!"

Jillian's face flushed and a giggle escaped before she clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Aw, don't get all shy now, Jilly Bean. We haven't even gotten to the best part of the night," Louis winked conspiratorially, opening the bedroom door and drawing her in.

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