Author's Note: Wow! I didn't expect for this story to get the amount of attention it has! Thanks everyone who has either reviewed or put this story on their alert list! You honestly have no idea how happy I am!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with BTR or the show. Although, if I did...well, let's just say things would be a lot dirtier and hotter than they are now. Hint, hint! I only own the plot, my OC, and possibly any other OC's I add to the story.

So, here's Chapter 1! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

~OC's POV~

As soon as I heard the clicking and quiet sounds of the front door locking and closing, I rolled over pressing my face into the pillow that he had recently been using. His scent still lingered on it, as well as the sheets, and as much I didn't want to I knew I'd have to wash everything that was on the bed right now. No one could ever find out about the two of us, and his scent would easily give it away.

Closing my eyes, I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. Little did he know everytime he'd leave in the morning to return to his apartment on the days we had our secret over night rendezvous at my place, I would always pretend to be sleeping. If he knew I was always awake when he left surely it would begin to complicate things. I just can't see myself being able to deal with what would happen if he did know that I was up at that time thinking about our previous actions.

Rolling back over, I sat up running a hand through my damp, fly away hair. Looking around the room, I laughed as I realized just how crazy the events from earlier were. Pictures were on the floor in the exact places where they had landed when they fell off the walls. Furniture was moved just the slightest of inches from it's usual position. The whole room was out of order to put it simply. It's a wonder why neither of the neighbors came knocking at the door asking what the hell was going on in here.

To say our encounters were fierce, demanding, and full of lust and want would be a complete understatement. Whenever we got together the only thing that ever truly mattered was the release we'd get from our...umm...activities. If our encounters were rough, then they were rough. If they were demanding, then they were demanding. Neither of us were picky about how it was just as long as we got what we wanted from it. Very rarely were we ever gentle about things, though. Most times it was just straight to the point.

Throwing the bed sheet off of me and getting out of bed I made my way to my bedroom's adjoining bathroom. I went straight to the shower turning the water to a tolerable temperature. After getting a towel and wash cloth out of the linen closet I stepped into the shower walk-in shower. For a few minutes, I allowed the warm water to cascade down my entire body.

Once those few minutes passed by, I forced myself to reach out for the body wash and wash cloth. This was the worst part of our little get together's in my opinion. I don't know why, but washing his scent off of me was always the hardest thing that I had to do. Not even washing the pillow cases and sheets were as hard as washing myself. Squeezing some of the body wash onto the wash cloth, I placed it to the side, and started scrubbing every part of my body hard doing my best to get every hint of his scent off of me.

For a moment there all I could think of were his hands all over me. It freaked me out to tell the truth. We were just friends with benefits, and yet even when he was gone I sometimes tended to want him again. At times he was all I could think of, all I could dream of, all I could see when I closed my eyes, hell I swear I can even smell him sometimes when he's not even within a 5 mile radius of me.

I don't know what's happening with me all of a sudden, but it scares me. It scares me more than anything else I've ever experienced before in my life. If only I knew what was going on maybe I could stop it before it got completely out of hand. I knew enough, though, to know that whatever I was experiencing was not something that I had planned on when the two of us started up this whole friends with benefits thing.

As I always wound up doing, I stayed in the shower for at least an hour until I was all pruny. Turning off the water, I walked out of the shower and wrapped the bath towel around me. For the first time this morning I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed out loud.

Looking at myself in the mirror my eyes scanned over both sides of my neck as well as the front. I had a hickey on the left side of my neck. That was not apart of our deal. But, then again we never actually said that hickeys were off limits. Biting my lower lip, I closed my eyes for a brief second, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

There was no way I could walk around with a hickey visible on my neck without questions being asked, and the last thing I needed right now was questions. I silently cursed to myself that it was warm outside instead of cold. If it was cold I could easily just wear a turtleneck sweater or put on a scarf.

Picking up the blush that I had laid out on my vanity, I opened it, and applied it on over the hickey vigorously. Thank god for make-up. Placing the blush back where I got it from I went out to my bedroom only to realize that I had forgotten all about the mess I had to clean up.

After throwing on a simple pair of black jean shorts and a white tank top leaving my wet hair out to air dry I went to work stripping the bad, pushing furniture back into it's place, and hanging pictures back up on the wall. The whole time I was doing that the events from earlier replayed in my head. Again, I have absolutely no idea why.

Just then my cell phone buzzed letting me know I had a text. Picking it up off of the bedside table, I opened it, and read it. It read...

Is 12:00 this afternoon good for you? ;)

I smirked and texted back...

2nd floor supply closet? ;)

Not even a second later he texted back...

See you there! ;)

Closing my phone I went to set it back down, but before I could it began ringing this time. Reading the caller id, I saw that it was Jo. Pushing the green talk button, I answered it.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She sighed on the other end and answered, "Kendall has something to do at the studio, Camille has an audition to go to, and I am bored out of my mind."

I rolled my eyes before replying with a question, "What am I suppose to do about that?"

"Come shopping with me today," Jo answered with a hint of hopefulness in her voice.

I looked over at the clock on the bedside table. "It's only 6:30 in the morning!"

"So, we'll go get breakfast first or something! Please, please, I have nothing to do today, please," she pleaded almost annoyingly.

Well, shopping with Jo would help pass time before 12:00 today. It would also be a huge help in distracting me and getting my mind off of all the weird shit that I don't have any answers for lately, too.

"Alright, fine," I said giving in. "I'll meet you down in the lobby in 5," I added.

"Thank you! Thank you!" she exclaimed.

"Uh-huh. You're paying for breakfast," I told her.

"Fine by me. See you in 5," she said cheerfully before hanging up.

Closing my phone once again, this time sure that I wouldn't get a call or a text, I stood up, and walked over to my closet to grab my pink and black purse. Placing my cell inside it I walked to the door slipping into my flip flops before I made my way out into the living room.

Breakfast wasn't on the dining room table, so I knew right away that my mother hadn't come home last night. She probably just stayed over at her boyfriend's place. Something she tended to do a lot lately.

Sighing and shaking my head I opened the door and walked out into the hall. Making double sure that I had locked the door I slowly began to walk down the hall to the elevators. As I passed the 2nd floor supply closet I couldn't help the shivers that ran up and down my spine. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

...So, there you go! What'd you think?

So, after that chapter you can easily throw one of the boys off of the list. Anyone else have any guesses of who the mystery boy is?

In the next chapter I'll be revealing who the mystery boy is as well as trying my, I guess you could say, third try at smut! Oh, and also next chapter will actually have a plot so to speak. The Prologue as well as this chapter were just basically to give you insight on both the boy and my oc's thoughts on everything.

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