"I thought you were trying to kidnap me! I couldn't see your face through the tinted windows, you idiot!" I yelled, trying to contain my laughter but failing miserably.
"So you punched me in the nose?"Harry whined, his usually deep voice sounding higher than normal.
"I didn't know it was you!" I repeated, biting my lip, feeling slightly guilty as Harry covered his nose with his left hand while tilting his head up, his face scrunched up in pain. Meanwhile, the other boys were laughing at his pain.
"It's not funny! " the curly-haired one whined, his eyes tearing up as an automatic response to a punch in the nose.
"It kind of is. Harry got hit by a girl," Louis chanted, laughing.
Moments ago, I was grabbed off the pavement into a car. As an attempt to free myself from my 'kidnappers', I instinctively started thrashing, kicking and punching, until my fist connected with Harry's nose.
"Are you sure she's a girl? Because she sure doesn't punch like one," Harry retorted, sounding slightly annoyed. It wasn't my fault he got punched in the nose for trying to kidnap me.
"Oi!" Niall scolded but I reached out to hold my boyfriend back. Boyfriend. That always sounded nice.
"It's fine, I take that as a compliment," I said, smiling.
"Well, in that case," Zayn said, flicking his fingers on Harry's forehead, who jumped and yelled out in pain.
"That hurt! What was that for?"
"For coming up with this stupid plan," Zayn chuckled.
"It wasn't me! It was Niall!" Harry huffed, jabbing at the air around Niall.
"Oh. Sorry, mate," Zayn apologized, patting Harry's shoulder. But I could see it in his eyes that he clearly knew who was to blame yet bothered Harry on purpose. Furthermore, there was a wide, cheeky grin spread across his face.
Harry realised this and grumbled something intelligible and sunk into his seat, an irritated look on his face.
"Hold on, aren't you boys supposed to be on stage, performing to millions of screaming fans?" I realised suddenly,rubbing my knuckles which were a bit sore. But they didn't seem as painful as Harry's nose.
"We're only going on at 5pm. We tricked you to surprise you," Niall chuckled.
Then it clicked. "Ah. Hence the 'location services'," I muttered to myself. "Were you tracking me?" I inquired, amused.
"No." Niall answered quickly.
"Yeah." Liam answered simultaneously, pointing a finger at Niall who shrugged and took my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine.
"Cheeky," I smiled, impressed.
"Wait. Does management know about this?" I was slightly worried now.
"Not in the slightest bit," Louis told me proudly.
"And we'd like to keep it that way," Liam hinted. I nodded and put a finger to my lips, promising I wouldn't tell, after which I rolled my eyes.
"Very sneaky," I complimented, nudging Niall playfully. He beamed at me. "So, where are you taking me?" I asked eagerly, bouncing in my seat, my mood boosted from being around the boys and especially Niall. Even though we'd been separated for almost two-third of the day, I missed him terribly.
"We're taking you back to the arena, of course. But don't worry, we'll find a way to sneak you in," Louis assured me, rubbing his hands together, mischief dancing in his eyes.
It wasn't long before we reached the O2 arena. Surprisingly, the boys were able to smuggle me inside without anyone noticing. We reached their dressing room and I plopped down onto the sofa, breathing a sigh of relief, wiping the beads of perspiration from my forehead.
"You feeling better, Harry?" I asked, genuinely concerned. "You aren't mad at me, are you?"
Harry huffed and crossed his arms. He didn't look in pain anymore, which was a promising sign.
I skipped over to where he was sitting and ruffled his hair, before leaning down to kiss his forehead.
"Sorry for punching you, Hazza. But that'll teach you to not repeat another stunt like that again,"I warned, ruffling his hair again. When he didn't reply, I pretended to attempt to sit down on him.
"Okay, okay!"he relented, rolling off the sofa to avoid me. "Don't sit on me, you might suffocate me to death!"he joked.
"I might punch you instead," Niall threatened, but he was too adorable to seem frightening so i just smiled, admiring how he was trying to protect me when Harry insinuated that I was heavy.
Harry immediately raised his hands up in surrender, getting up from the floor and backing away towards the door."Now I have to go find Lou and get my hair done again,"he complained, walking out of the room, but not before flashing a grin at me.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "Boys."
I realised Liam and Louis were engrossed in their phone while Zayn was sprawled out on the floor,his eyes half-closed. To be honest, I wasn't sure if he was sleeping or meditating. And Niall, of course, was looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm going to go freshen up," I told him, after giving him a peck on the lips, then walking towards the toilet in the room. It was a handicap toilet so I was very pleased with the amount of space I had.
I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. Then, I splashed some refreshing cold water on my face. I was grateful that I didn't wear any make up so I didn't have to worry about ruining my make up or whatnot.
As I wiped my face dry with a paper towel, I heard a light knock on the door.
"It's me," Niall said softly. I'd recognise his voice(and accent) anywhere.
"Come in," I invited, knowing I hadn't locked the door. But Niall locked it after he came in.
"Hello beautiful," he whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind md, looking in my eyes through the mirror. I smiled at his compliment and placed my hands on his, leaning back slightly.
"Hi," I breathed, feeling very comfortable in his arms.
"I've missed you," he told me,kissing the side of my neck. It tickled but it felt nice.
"I've missed you too,"I murmured, smiling at him through the mirror. His lips travelled to behind my ear where I let out a soft gasp as he left a trail of warm kisses.
My breathing hitched slightly,my heart speeding up. I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was wearing a vest that left his arms exposed and I had to admit that they were very pleasant to look at and feel. I knew he'd been working out a lot lately and the results were showing.
He guided me to the counter, where he carried me and gently sat me down on It, standing in the space between my legs. I'd taken off my coat and left it on the sofa outside so I was in my loose top that revealed one shoulder and in my tight jeans, with my boots still on.
I pulled him closer, as his lips kissed my bare shoulder,sending tingles throughout my body as his teeth lightly grazed my neck.
"How was lunch?" he asked softly, and I tilted my head up, running my fingers through his hair.
"It was fine," I replied, my words coming out as whispers. My fingers tugged slightly harder on his hair as he started sucking gently on my neck.
I didn't know what had come over him to initiate this behaviour but I had no intention of stopping it whatsoever.
"Have you still not had lunch?"
"I was lying when I told you I hadn't earlier on,"he admitted.
I wasn't bothered by that at all. My mind was too preoccupied to care that he'd told multiple (but trivial) lies today. Sighing contently, I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel him smiling.
"What did you two talk about over lunch?" he asked, kissing along my jawline, referring to Sullivan.
"Can we not talk about that now? I'd rather do something else," I suggested, biting on my lower lip which I figured turned him on since he immediately crashed his lips on mine, his hands on my waist, under my shirt. His tongue traced my lower lip, asking for an entry which I happily granted. I knew we hadn't slept together before since I didn't plan on doing it before marriage but we were dangerously close. I raked my fingers across his back, smiling in satisfaction as a soft groan escaped his lips.
I took the opportunity to move my lips to his neck, sucking gently as his groans became slightly louder. My hands travelled lower down as I peeled off his vest. Understanding my hint, he slipped it off with ease and threw it aside. I stopped sucking on his neck to breathe, my forehead resting on his shoulder, my eyes glancing down at his abdomen. His breathing was heavy in my ear as my hands travelled to his abdomen, my fingers running over his bare chest and then his abs, going lower to play with the button of his jeans. Eventually, I unbuttoned it and zipped him down, the band of his boxers showing. I could feel the heat crawling up to my cheeks as he pulled my chin up, our lips meeting. My breathing quickened as he tugged on the hem of my shirt. With our lips still connected, I permitted him to take my top off, gently placing it aside. Now, our bodies were pressed together , my hands in the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him close. Our lips fit together perfectly, moving in sync. Occasionally, he'd bite down gently on my lower lip and tug, making my heart flutter.He pulled gently on the button of my jeans and I didn't stop him from undoing the button. I don't usually blush but given the circumstances I was in-in close proximity to Niall, with skin-to-skin contact, such that I could practically hear his heart beating in his chest(which meant that he could probably hear my rapidly beating heart) and his warm breath that would wash over my face whenever he exhaled, as well as the intimate and heated moment we were sharing-or the fact that Niall was half-naked in front of me, with the button and zipper undone, with his eyes staring hungrily into mine,the heat rose up to my cheeks.
Noticing this, Niall brushed his thumb over my cheek, making me shiver at his touch.
"You should blush more often. It suits you,"he mumbled against my lips as he leaned in to brush his lips gently against mine.
His lips moved lower to my neck, then my chest area. I couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed as his fingers roamed across my back,occasionally lingering on the clasp of my bra. Just as he was about to undo it, there was a tap on the door.
"Niall, mate, you in there?" Zayn asked, sounding bored, obviously oblivious to what we were doing.
Niall exhaled, his forehead resting on my bare shoulder."Yeah," Niall answered eventually and reluctantly , his voice raspy and sounding slightly annoyed. Nevertheless,his lips returned to mine, not seeming to be bothered by his bandmate on the other side of the door.
"You better be out soon, we need to get dressed," Zayn reminded him. Niall pulled away, his jaw clenched.
"Yeah,"he repeated impatiently.
Smiling sympathetically, I placed both my palms on his chest, trying not to get distracted by the direct skin contact. "You need to go get ready," I told him.
"But I don't want to. I refuse to leave you,"he declared, eyeing my body.
I chuckled. "I know. But you have to. Your fans are waiting."
He pouted. As adorable as that was,I forced myself to tear my gaze from his lips.
"It's fine. I'll go back to the flat. Eleanor's meeting me there anyway. She'll probably sleep over so she can keep me company,"I reassured him, reaching over the sink to retrieve my blouse and put it on. He frowned.
Before he could say something to stop me,there was a loud knock on the door.
"Jayzus!" Niall groaned. "I'm coming!" he yelled, zipping and buttoning his jeans and slipping on his vest. He leaned in until his lips were inches away from mine.
"I could always just sneak off from the hotel where they're holding us at meet you back at the flat later tonight,"he suggested. "Perhaps we could continue this?"he trailed off, closing the distance between our lips when I nodded shyly.
"I love you,"he purred in my ear.
"I love you too,"I said breathlessly, fixing my hair which was a mess after Niall's fingers played with it.
"Till later," he murmured against my lips, slightly brushing my lips. I nodded and hopped off the counter, with Niall's assistance. He held my hand firmly in his,reaching for the lock. As he unlocked the door, he quickly bent down to peck me on my lips, then proceeding to swing the door open, to reveal a very annoyed Andy, the boys' relatively new bodyguard, with another official-looking man in suit, who looked like he could be from management.