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?

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16. Sleepovers, Twitcams and Truths

 

Once I got home from my amazing date with Harry, I changed into black shorts and a black One Direction t-shirt. It was only 10:45 and I wasn't even tired yet. I guess television would have to do for now.

Plopping down on the couch, I flipped on the tv to browse through channels. SpongeBob, Late Night Show, News, and commercials of the hotel the boys and I were staying at was the only thing that showed up.

After watching SpongeBob and Patrick becoming parents of a oyster for fifteen minutes something good finally came up. Family Guy. I was happy yet confused on why Family Guy was on the same channel of SpongeBob. Weird.

About ten minutes into the show, I felt my eyes get heavy and my body ache for a nice warm bed. I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my messed up curls.

"Guess it's time for bed." I mumbled, shutting of the tv. I slowly made my way to my room but before I could make it all the way, I heard my phone ring. My new ringtone was When I Was Your Man. Harry picked it out while he was driving back to the hotel. Strange song for him to pick in my opinion.

"Hello, Ski speaking." I answered groggily.

"Aye babe, it's Nialler. Do ya think I could maybe..." he stopped short.

"Could you what?" I asked. NIall's voice sounded tired and muffled. I wonder if he's okay.

"Can we have a sleepover? I know it sounds weird cause I'm a guy and you're a girl but I really need someone right now but if ya don't want me to I understand. Maybe I shouldn't have called. I'm sorry, goodnight Ski..."

"Wait, Niall-" I quickly said. I chuckled a bit from his nervousness. "Of course you can sleepover."

I heard him sigh in relief and could almost see him smile. "Great, I'll be right over."

***

Knock Knock

"Come on in!" I shouted. I placed the popcorn in the mircrowave and pressed start.

"Ello!" Niall screams. I turn around to see him with his arms open wide and two duffel bags by his feet. Running over I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Nialler!" I screamed back.

He kissed my right temple before letting go and sniffing the air, "You made popcorn?"
Rolling my eyes I nodded, "How can you invite the famous Nialler without having some sort of food?"

"Good point." he agreed.

"You can set your bags in the guest room. That's where the party's going to happen."  I added with a cheeky wink.

Chuckling, he dragged his bags down the hall.

I opened the microwave and took out the popcorn. Almost burning my finger, I ripped it open and poured it into one giant bowl.  "Drinks," I mumble, "We need drinks."

Opening the fridge, I took out two cans of Sprite. With two sprite cans stacked on one another in one hand and the bowl of popcorn in the other, I shut the kitchen light and made way to the  guest room.

There Niall layed on his stomach looking at an open laptop. Hearing my footsteps he sent a smile in my direction, "Turn on the lamp will you babe?"

I set down the snacks next to Niall and had to climb over him to click the lamp on.

"Woah woah woah Ski. I just got here, you don't have to climb on  me... yet." he smirked.

"Ha ha very funny Niall." I replyed shoving him in the shoulder.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me down next to him. With his hand on my waist made me a little on edge. I have mix feelings with Niall every time. Sometimes I just wanna throw a pillow in his face and sometimes i just wanna kiss him. With all these relationship problems maybe I should just be a single pringle for the rest of my life...

"Hey, let's do a twitcam!" Niall suggests.

"Sure, sounds like fun."

I watch as he logs onto Twitter and tweets a small tweet.

@NiallOfficial: Guess who's doing a Twitcam? This guy along with @Ski_xo! Come watch and I'll love you forever<3 xx

Before we knew it, his comments started blowing up and his tweet has already been retweeted 132 times.

"I guess we're going to have a lot of viewers tonight." I laugh. Niall nods as he sets up the twitcam.

"Going live in three, two one... HELLO BEAUTIFULS." Nialls screams into the camera.

"Hi lovelies." I echoed, "How's everyone doing tonight?"

WHERE'S HARRY!?

OMG WHAT IS THIS SHIP? SKIALL? NISKI?

I LOVE YOU NIALL. FATHER MY CHILDREN!!

SKIALL! SKIALL! I LIKE SKIALL!

ARE YOU GUYS GOING OUT?!?!

 "Sounds like you all are doing splendid." I say sarcastically.

OH I'M AMAING!

OOPS, MEANT TO SAY AMAZING! :)

i'M WONDERFUL  NOW ;)

I'M AWESOME AS LONG AS YOU GUYS ARE

I LOVE YOU! <3

"So me and milady are having a sleepover and you guys are invited!" Niall says,  He scrolls down the next batch of upcoming comments slowly, reading and smiling at each and everyone.

"@NiallKissMe here's your kiss love." I watch as Niall puckers his lips, "Mwuahhh!" he notices me chuckling at him and smiles, "Uh oh guys, seems Ski over here is getting a bit jealous."

I punch Niall in the arm before looking back into the camera, "Sorry girls he's all mine." I did an overexaggerated wink which made the comments shot up in the air.

OMG I SHIP YOU GUYS SO HARD! SKIALL ALL THE WAY

THAT'S GROSS. JUST, EW...

STAY AWAY FROM MY BABY YOU TRAMP!

LOL, no

NIALL + SKI = LIFE

"Skiall? That's our ship name?" Niall asked, "Okay, I guess I like it."

I shrugged while grabbing a handful of popcorn. Niall continued talking to the fans about their current album and tour. Most fans were nice, some were rude, but then there were the weird ones.. One asked if Niall could send her a naked picture of himself.. Another one asked  what color underwear he was wearing and apparently hers was pink with navy blue Polka Dots, but the most weirdest one was when a girl asked 'how does he do it."

"How do I do what? Sing? Well it's quite easy eh, I-" he stopped and stared back at the screen. "No, how you have sex?" he read.

Niall's eyes went wide as he read the last word. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. With eyes still wide, Niall looked at me making me currupt into more laughter.

"Um," Niall faced back toward the camera, "that sounds kind of a personal question..."

"What he is trying to say is," I leaned toward the camera as if I was going to tell it a secret, "Niall is a virg virg."

OMG I CAN BE YOUR FIRST!!!

OH EM GEE! BOY, LET ME LOVE YOU!

GOOD, HE'S WAITING FOR ME!

I COULD CHANGE THAT...

"Oi! What are you talkin' about eh? You a virgin too!" Niall protested pushing me onto my back.

In my defense, I grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at Niall who tried to catch it in his mouth. Before I could grab more, NIall grabbed my ankles and pulled me away from it before reaching for some of his own. With quick reflexes he grabbed the collor of my shirt and pulled it open revealing my bra.

"Niall!" I screamed at him through a laugh. I looked at the camera and my mouth fell open. In the small box that showed how we looked, I could see Niall with his hand on my shirt and you could see my bra. The whole world that is watching could see my bra. If I was a directioner, I would blow this position out of porportion.

Niall, who ignored my plea, shoved the popcorn down my from shirt making me squeal, "Oh Em Gee! Niall, you're so going down."

Niall just showed a teasing smirk, which by the way was pretty attractive.

I grabbed two handfuls of popcorn, and with just my luck, shoved them down his pants. It was only possible because Niall always sagged his pants. I even think some went down his boxers because his face was a mix of pain and laughter.

The rest of the ten minutes, we spent scooping up popcorn from the floor and throwing it at each other from other sides of the bed.

"Oi, oi!" Niall yelled as he cowarded under my blows. "I surrender! I just want to eat now but I'm absolutely not going to eat it from the floor, that's for sure."

Clutching my stomach from the pain of laughing, I got up and made my way to the small closet in the corner of the room. Inside was a small broom which I threw to Niall, "You sweep while I make us more popcorn." Trying to not step on any popcorn, I made my way to the laptop, "Brb guys! Oh and hashtag Ski and Niall popcorn war."

I grabbed my empty popcorn bowl and went into the kitchen. My breaths came out in heavs and I definitely had a thirst for cold water. That popcorn war was intense. Knowing that Niall was safily in the other room with no visible sight of me, I pulled down my shorts a little and let the popcorn slide out and did the same with my shirt. "Niall! There's some popcorn in the kitchen!" I yelled.

"How da heck did ya popcorn get in da kitchen?"

I quickly put the popcorn in while giggling at how heavy Niall's accent just came out. From that thought lead me to Ireland, then lead me to the Irish dance. With a funny thought, I attempted to try it.

"Ski, what are ya doing?"

Whirling around clutching my chest I said, "Niall, you almost gave me a heart attack!" He chuckled and continued sweeping the popcorn where the other were piled into one small pile.

"The scoop thingy is the closet where I got the broom." I told him and he nodded, following my instructions.

Pouring the popcorn into the bowl, I grabbed two water bottles. I picked up all the items and made way into the guest room.

"Hey, I brought you a wat--" I stopped dead as I watch Niall take a swig from a bottle. "What is that?..." I ask afraid of the answer.

"Just a few bottles of alcohol..." Niall casually said. A Few?

I look around the room and finally spotted what I was dreadly looking for. A pack of bottles. Six of them to be exact, including the one in Niall's hand. I couldn't make out the brand name but there was one thing I could make out.

HIGHLY ALCOHOLIC. DRINK RESPONSIBLY.

I felt my heart beat increase and my eyes stung. Oh gosh Ski, you can't cry. Especially not in front of these kids. Oh my...

"Niall! What the heck?" I practically yelled at him. He seemed taken abrupt by my sudden yelling.

"Ski, what's wrong?"

Niall knew what was wrong. He knew I didn't like it when he drank. He said he'll promised he'd try to stop..

Dropping the water and popcorn on the bed, I faced the laptop so that I could be seen just as much as Niall. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Niall, you're basically being an influence to the kids saying it's okay to drink!" I say hysterically.

OH SHUT UP SKI

LET THE MAN DO WHATEVER THE HECK HE WANTS! YOU ARE NOT HIS MOMMA!

I AGREE 100% WITH YOU!

HE CAN DO WHAT HE WANTS! IT'S HIS LIFE! I'M ONLY FIFTEEN AND I DRINK!

"If you guys really did care about Niall and his health, you'll want him to stop. Hashtag stop drinking Niall." I say facing toward the camera.

I'M NOT GOING TO HASHTAG THAT...

#STOPDRINKINGNIALL

I LOVE THAT HASHTAG

PLEASE STOP DRINKING NIALL, I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE

#KEEPDRINKINGNIALL

SHUTUP^^^ #STOPDRINKINGNIALL

I quickly shut the laptop before a argument broke out. With the laptop's brightness gone, it was pitch black in the room. I focused and my eyes got used to it. In the background, I hear someone gulping. As best as I could, I sorted out the motionless figure with a bottle figure sticking out. With one quick movement and I swung my hand, knocking the bottle out of his hand.

"What the heck Ski?" Niall yelled.

I could hear movements coming from the bed and then hear footsteps moving about the room. The light suddenly turned on making me flinch. The bottle was in one piece on the floor but the alcohol was splattered all over the floor and a bit on the bedsheets.

"Niall.." I whispered.

He looked up as he started to wipe up the liquid with napkins from the bathroom. "What." he sounded annoyed and a bit angry.

"I thought you said you were going to stop..." Niall's face softened at the sound of my voice.

"I said I was going to try and I did." he tensed up making his accent come out. With an annoyed look back on his face, he went back to wiping the floor.

"Guess you didn't put that much effort into it..." I mumbled.

I said that so that only I can hear it but I guess I said it to loudly because once said, Niall got up and stomped toward me.

"You think this is easy?" he yelled making me flinch. "You think I WANT to keep drinking?"

When I let my gaze fall to the floor without a word he continued.

"Well it's not easy and I don't want to keep doing it!"

The tears were practically just casually flowing out as if nothing. I hate it when he was angry at me. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT!

"Niall, I care for you. I don't want you getting hu--"

"Care for me?" He interuptted loudly. "All you care about is your precious little boyfriend!"

"Niall.." I tried to say but he just wouldn't let me. The tears came out faster now.

"No Ski! I'm sick and tired of ya always leading me on then breakin my heart.! I'm tired of pouring out my heart to you! I'm tired of waiting for ya to pour yours out to me! I'm tired hearing about Harry and your problems with him! I'm tired of him always talking about how great you as if I didn't already know that! I'm tired of him bragging about how great of a kisser you! I just wish I knew that!!!" he screams.

I'm shaking and my face and shirt is drenched in tears. I can't control my lip as it quivers and I start making these weird noises as I suck my breath in but quickly exhale it.

Niall is now staring at me with a confused and sad expression. "I'm tired of it Ski.."

I don't move as Niall walks over, picks up his bags, and leave the room. A few seconds later I hear the door open and close.

"Goodness what have I done?" I ask myself as I fall to the floor and hug my knees. "Did I just lose my bestfriend?"

It feels like hours that I've sat like this. Asking myself questions over and over...

"Am I really hypnotized by Harry that I couldn't really see Niall's true love for me?"

"Do I love Harry?... Or is Niall the one I truly love?"

"Am I blind to true love?"

"Is Niall really tired of all this?"

Those are the questions that wander my mind along with many others. They never go away as I sit there in a puddle of tears. The room smells of alcohol and the cologne of Niall. Also tears if it has a smell.. All these things, except tears, remind me of Niall. It makes me miss him already. Once I think of him the questions start flooding back. Especially one specific question,

"Is all what Niall said true?"

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