Last First Kiss ~Niall Horan Love Story~

I'm Justin Bieber's secret sister. Not a secret anymore though. Justin is taking me on tour with him. That was the moment my life changed forever.

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10. Chapter 9.

"You're such a tease!" I giggled as I brushed my lips against Niall's; not fully giving him what he wanted. Because I know what he wanted and I wanted him to earn it.

"Oh, looks who's talking!" he said in a playful tone, trying to reach my lips again, but I once again, turn my head so his lips meet my cheeks. I turn back my head and I meet his bright beautiful, blue eyes, shining like no other. My plain brown ones, no match for his. 

I smile as innocently as I can. He looks at me, then says, "That's it." He lifts me up on his shoulder. My legs dangling on the front side of him. My hair a jumble mess, covering my whole face, as it's on the Niall's back side. I scream. Not for fear, but for joy. I used to love it when my father did this before he left...

I was laughing now, he kept on spinning me around and around in the tiny space that we stand in. I am almost scared to hit my head with something, but I know; I know, because I trust that he won't let me fall. 

Well, that is let me fall on the floor and hit my head on the wall, he instead lets me fall on the bed with a thud. I am now laughing so hard, my sides are burning with pain. Good pain.

I lied there, then feeling the bed shift as Niall climbed up, his legs on either side of my waist. Red blush crept along my cheeks. I wanted to look away, not wanting him to see me blush, before his eyes caught mine, but I was too late. 

As he caught my gaze, he took in the scene of me blushing, and grinned, almost deviously. "Niall," I whispered softly. I wanted to tell him that I didn't feel comfortable. But I'd be lying. I loved how close we were. I don't care if anyone were to look at us, him on top of me, me on the bottom. I said nothing, closing my eyes.

His head bent towards my neck, kissing it softly, making me hold back a moan. He then, abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes, looking at him, wanting him to tell me why he had stopped. But all he had was a smirk on his face. 

"Why did you stop?" I asked.

"Oh," he said in a mocking tone. "you wanted me to keep going?" I was lost with words. I did want him to keep going, never wanting him to stop, though not like I could actually tell him that. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off, "I have to go, now." He removed his legs from me, standing up, making his way to the door. I haltered up, grabbing his arm, right before he left, planting a kiss on his lips.


The sound of a ringing tone woke me up. I jolted awake, my cheeks felt warm with blush, remembering my dream. 

Oh, God.

Is this what will happen when he comes to my room unexpectedly? If so, I need him to come up here more often... No, not really. That was too much for me to dream about. Too much for one night.

I remember when he told me, "Justin said, you told him why you hit that fan, why don't you tell me, instead?" My mouth dropped to the floor. Why didn't I tell him? WhyMaybe, because he wouldn't let me. Maybe, because he wouldn't talk to me. He wouldn't look at me. He wouldn't be in the same room as me! That's why.

What did I do afterwards? I closed the door on his face and went to sleep.

I finally got up from the warm comfort of my--the hotel bed. I opened the curtains to get some light in here. It's almost blinding, the bright shining rays of sun getting in, making the room warmer than it already is. Looking outside, I found that people were all around the hotel doors. Could it be that, somehow teenage girls had found out Justin and the boys were here?

A knock on my door, told me my suspicions were getting closer to being confirmed. I opened the door to find Harry in front of me, by his side were two large men. They had bold shoulders, broad chest, a stern look on their face. They were most likely to be our bodyguards. Though, I've never seen them around, so they must be here for whatever chaos is happening out there.

"Pack up your things. We-"

"What's going on out there?" I ask him, cutting him off, my curiosity getting in the way. 

He spoke again, ignoring what I asked him, "- have to get going. The front doors--as far as we know, are packed with girls. We don't know how they knew which hotel we were staying at, but we decided to move to another location. Your brother told me to come and get you, he's down in the lobby." I nodded, trying to close the door, but Harry jammed his foot there. 

I looked up at him, confused, wanting to close my door. "Like I said, your brother told me to come get you, meaning I have to come back down with you." 

***

We walked down the hall, into the elevator. The two large men followed right behind us. They each stood on either side of us. I, quite honestly, felt like an ant standing by them. Not just them, as the bodyguards, but Harry, too. 

I felt Harry's arm slide across my small frame, around my shoulders. I looked up at him, his bright green eyes already staring at me. "What are you doing?" I ask him, really wanting him to let go. He shrugs, looking away, not dropping his arms from me. I feel in the pit of my stomach, the need to tell him to stop, but I decide not to say anything else, knowing he won't even if I ask him countless times, even after our small chat last night.

When the elevator stops, we get out, making our way to the front desk where Justin is talking to who I assume is the manager. I look over to the doors. They in fact are flooded with teenage girls all around with multiple color posters, and there's shouting. A lot of it. 

"Okay, we're going," Justin tells us, telling us to head to the back. I catch a glimpse back outside, but something else catches my eyes. Niall has his eyes on Harry's arm wrapped around me. He then, looks up at me giving me a cold look, then looking up ahead of me. 
 

[a/n: feedback please.]

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