Maturity is a Choice

{Sequel to Age Is Just A Number}

It's been two and a half years since Ski became One Direction's photographer and Harry's new girlfriend. She's now seventeen, turning eighteen and she can now tell the press her and Harry are dating once eighteen. Also, the boys are going on tour in America and the boys and Ski are very excited but what happens when Ski gets jealous about all the girls Harry keeps hanging with, and Niall starts drinking to hide his feelings, and when Zayn finds a girlfriend that only wants his fame and money? Why don't you read to find out?


10. Skiall Moment


I can honestly say I am addictive to Twitter. I was on their the whole ride to our next destination. I gained another thousand followers over one hour. Even famous people are following me! Like Ariana Grande, Cody Simpson, and even Justin Bieber. I screamed when I found out he followed me. I ended up waking the boys who were very angry at me. The best thing of it all the Janoskians are following me. Even Luke who is the best thing ever. Well after One Direction that is.

"Okay that's enough."

I looked up from my laptop to see Niall rubbing his eyes.


He looks at me then at the clock and back to me.

"Ski, it's freaking five in the morning. I think it's time for you to stay off Twitter for awhile." He reaches over and grabs the top of my laptop.

"No." I pull my laptop closer to me while pushing him away.

Niall tries reaching for it again but I quickly jump off my bunk and run towards the living room.

"Oh so you want to play the hard way eh?" he calls out. Just the way his tone was made me shiver.

Instead of going into the living room, I made a sharp turn into the kitchen. I dove under the table making sure not to move the chairs. When you pull or push these chairs they make the sound of a dying whale. It's horribly annoying and loud. I shut my laptop illuminating the light.

"I know you're in here."

I brung my knees up to my chest and tried to calm my breathing which didn't do crap. I could se his feet move from under the table.





He slowly walked over to the small pantry and yanked it open only to find cans of spaghetti. I couldn't help but giggle but once I did I regreted it.

Niall's direction instantly changed toward the table. Oh no.

His feet stopped directly in front of me . I was pretty sure he could hear my heart beating out of my chest. I tried squeezing my eyes shut to calm down. Once down to an even breath I opened my eyes.


I let out a loud scream before he grabbed my hands and pulled me out from under the table. Once out from under the table I tried to make another escape but a strong pair of hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back. My back was instantly pressed to Niall's chest. He grabbed my laptop and placed it on the table before pressing closer into me.

"You can't run from me Ski." Niall's breath was hot on my neck, sending shivers down my body.

I tried to wriggle out from his grasp but his grip seemed to tighten.

"Niall," I tried to put on my most manly voice but I seemed to laugh everytime, "let me go. I promise to get off!"

"Yeah, I know you will but I just want to hold you just a little more." he squeezed a little harder before nudging my head to the side and putting his mouth near my neck.

"Niall, what are you-- NIall!" Without warning he made weird noises into the side of my neck making me spaz out wildly.

"Niall! Stop, you know I'm ticklish!" I protested.

He finally let go after a few more blows into my neck.

"You're so cute when you get tickled, you know that?"

I felt my cheeks go red and I turned away. I covered my face with my hand hoping the color would fade soon. Suddenly another body pressed behind mine. There was a counter in front of me so I was completely trapped. A cold pair of hands came around and grabbed my hands, pulling them down to my sides.

"You're also cute when you blush." he breathed onto my neck.

I slowly turned my body so I was completely face to face with Niall. I may have turned around causing a few moments of distance but once fully turned Niall decreased the distance between him and I, trapping against the counter once again.

He looked so beautiful. It isn't until now that I noticed Niall looked much older. He lost some of his baby fat and replaced it with full-on muscles. His blonde hair seemed to be more brownish and up in a bigger quiff than before and even his eyes seem to be darker in some way. He did grow since we were in London and when I met him for the very first time. I now have to look up to him. Literally. Niall honestly looks more. . . hot. Wait what? Who said that?

"What are you staring at? He chuckled a bit not tearing his gaze from me.

Instead I tore my gaze from him. I seemed to find something fascinating on the floor. His hand met under my chin and pulled it up, forcing me to stare into his blue eyes.

"Were you thinking of me?"

I slowly nodded. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he first started chasing me and now they seemed to turn into bees.

"Goodness, why can't you just be mine?" It seems as if he was talking to himself more than me.

"Ni-- Niall."     I'm not sure if I should. . .

"Harry always gets to have the pretty girls but he always treats them wrong." he continues.


"For once, can I get the girl?"

"Niall!" I say finally getting his attention.


"Kiss me."

Omg, what am I doing. . . Ski, snap out of it.

"Are you sure?"

Gosh Niall, why do you have to be such a gentlemen? So kind, and sweet, and caring, and lovable-STOP.

I didn't have much time to reply before I felt those plump Irish lips on mine. They were unbelieveably soft and smooth. Our lips moved together, locked and firm. I felt his hand tighten on my waist as I wrap my hands around his neck. I unclasp them and run my fingers through his hair.

I was suddenly lifted into the air making a small 'yelp' excape my mouth. Niall carefully placed my on the counter which evened out our height. He leaned foward resting his forehead on mine while breathing heavy.

"I've been waiting for that my whole life," he laughed.

With a smile on my lips I kiss him one more time, savoring the moment before I pushed him back and jumped off the counter. "Well I'm quite tired considering you guys have a meet and greet for your concert tomorrow."

I pretended to yawn while padding my mouth with my hand. "Goodnight Horan."

"I could always accompany you when you sleep?"

I turned back around to see him leaning on the counter with one elbow while smirking.

"Goodnight Horan." I said again before returning back to my bunk with a huge grin plastered to my face.




Author's Note: So, I haven't recieved many comments lately and I'm feeling you guys are starting to get bored with the story. I'm trying to update as soon as possible but with Tennis practice and school it's really hard. I've been getting many ideas for fanfics so I might start some even though I'm still writing this one. Okay, bye now.




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