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I saw the "If you see this, post a bit of your WIP" so here I go! This is a piece of what will be the Dating Naked AU. If you see this, share your own WIP with the class. Please and thank you! -- Abruptly, both Daniel and Louis stand to dismiss themselves, or at least abruptly to Harry who has been laser focused on Louis' right arm for the last few moments. The churning in his stomach doubles its pace. His body's reaction to Louis' impending departure might be cause for concern, but he'll tackle that gigantic obstacle layer, preferably not while in a room with seven other men. "Running off?" Its comes out of his mouth without his brain's consent and he has to fight not to bring a hand up to cover his lips. No one seems to notice the hint of agitation in his voice though, apparently hidden by the amount of alcohol that's been passed around tonight. No one except Louis, that is, who fixes him with a heavy stare in return. For all that he isn't saying. Harry hears him loud and clear. Hears, sees, feels it. This isn't about you. You don't have a say. "If it's all the same to you," Louis replies. There's humor in his voice, but his eyes are hard. And blue. So, so blue. And no, it's definitely not all the same to Harry. He wants to follow, like he's been conditioned to do. Some Pavlovian response that he's acquired over the last few weeks. He wants to be honest. To say, 'No, I should be in there with you. Not him. Not anyone else'. But he can't. And more importantly, he shouldn't. Not now, not with three men in the house that are fighting for a sliver of his undivided attention. Not with three separate men competing for Louis' time. He finds himself wondering when the last time what he needed and what he wanted were one in the same.