Tottenham Court Road

Having removed the last traces of his makeup, Bill looked at himself in the mirror and stretched, grinning when he realised that they were actually on vacation for three long weeks. It felt good to know that he'd be able to sleep in, and the fact that they had their own private beach meant that they wouldn't have to deal with fangirls and the press, and... it was a good feeling.

It was still relatively early in the morning, so he was pretty sure that his lazy brother was still in bed. Silently, he snuck into his room, grinning when he saw Tom hugging his pillow. It was an adorable picture.

He leapt and jumped on the bed, tickling the other boy's naked stomach, grinning when Tom tried to punch him. "Wakey, wakey!"

Bonnie held the bag between her teeth as she pushed open the door of their flat and dropped her keys as she came inside, groaning. She'd gone grocery shopping after work and nearly collapsed under the weight of her bags. Why couldn't the boys do this, dammit? It looked like she had to kick their lazy arses sometime soon.

She managed to make her way into the kitchen, then ran back to close the door and pick up her keys before collapsing on a chair in the kitchen and sighing. She took a moment to catch her breath, then went into the living room. "Guys, I'm home. I brought Starbucks," she called, rolling her eyes when she found Kendall and Dominic looking at pictures of half-clothed women in the new FHM, and Ned sitting on the other couch, reading poetry or something.

She rolled her eyes and set the coffees down in front of them, folding her arms and looking around. "You could've cleaned up a little," she stated. "The guy who wants to look at the free room will be here soon, in case you forgot. Where's Leah?"