"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."


3. no press permitted

Liam's POV

Our car came to a stop at the VIP entrance, and within seconds we were running out of the car. I watched as celebrities from all over the globe were entering. I didn't really care about the celebrities though, not like Niall anyways. My mind wondered to the girl at the airport. 

"Liam you coming?" I looked at Harry who was calling my name and nodded as I followed them through the security. 

"This line is taking forever," Louis complained. 

I looked ahead a noticed a group of people arguing with security.

"No press," said one security.

"We aren't fucking press!" A girl shouted.

"Jessica, calm down." I looked at the new voice and there she was. 

"Boston, I'm not going to calm down. If we aren't allowed to have cameras how can we get pictures?!" 

"It's alright," she smiled. "We'll figure something out."

"Whatever," soon her friend gave security her camera and then they continued through the line. 

Boston's POV

"We don't need cameras anyway," I said to Jessica. 

"It just upsets me," she said as he pushed her messenger bag higher on her shoulder. 

"Lets go find out camping area," said Sam. 

We all agreed and followed the path to takes us to DreamVille, the camping grounds. As VIPs we got a special location for sleeping, eating, and for watching any performance. 

"Bo how did you get VIP tickets?" Michael asked from behind me.

"My brother," I replied. "He's working for security for this band coming."

"Are they performing?" 

"No, just here for the show." 

We arrived in our tent and were immediately given flyers about the welcome party. We decided to get our things settled in our tent before going out to the party and enjoying our first night. 


"This party is fucking amazing," yelled Minnie over the pulsing bass system as the electronic music made people dance and shout. Lights were illuminating the entire field as the sun was setting quickly over the horizon. 

Alcohol was already entering our blood flows and most of us wouldn't remember anything in the morning. I was moving to the music, turning and spinning until the hands of someone stopped on my waist. 

I looked up, "Excuse me," I said trying to get away. 

"Are you alright?" The voice was different, accent sweet. 

"Yea," I shook my head.

"You looked like you were about to fall," he said down at me. He must have shaven his hair awhile ago because it now came out in different directions, but looked soft.

If I could only run my fingers--. "Oh I did?"

He chuckled, "Yea, let me help you to a seat."

"Oh thanks."

I caught Jessica's stare but I shook my head, I didn't think I was in any danger. We got to a bench and sat down, he reached into a bucket filled with waters and handed one to me.

He sat beside me and his almond eyes looked directly into mine.

"Wait," I started. "You're the one from the airport. With all the other guys."

"Yea that was me."

"Well if you think I'm some big fan, I'm not."

He creased his forehead, "What?"

"I'm not a fan of One DIrection," I started, sipping from my water. "I'm not a boy band type." 

He was about to say something but a voice appeared behind me.

"Liam," said the voice. "Paul wants everyone back at the tents."

A smile lifted on my face, wow he got an accent. "Eric?" I turned around and there was my brother.

"Boston? I didn't think you would get with the celebrities."

I stood up and walked over to him, hugging him. "Well you know, but thanks for the tickets. This place is amazing."

"You're welcome, but don't distract me from my job."

I smiled, "You really got an accent." 

"I see you two both know each other," said Liam.

"This is my brother," I said towards him. "I haven't seen him in years." 

"You done with high school yet?" Eric asked me.

"Just graduated."

"Sorry I wasn't there," he said, almost looking guilty.

"It's fine, besides this is the best graduation gift ever. The others are here too."

"So that's why you asked for so many tickets. You're all still festival skipping?" 

"You say it like it's a bad thing."

"It's unhealthy."

"Says the guy who started it." 

"Eric!" I looked behind my brother to see a bigger man with dark hair. 

"That's Paul," he said. "Liam we need to get back."

Liam shrugged. "Let him worry."

"Very funny," said my brother. "Management and Simon said no alone time, and no girls." 

Liam rolled his eyes, "They always have so many rules. Besides I was only helping your sister."

"I'm sure," started Eric. "But we're serious, Paul already got Harry into the tent before he could persuade the thirty year olds."

Liam chuckled, "I don't need to persuade I just fuck them--."

"Liam," Eric started.

"Fine, I'm going!" He started to walk away. "See you sometime, Boston?"

"Uh, sure," I forced a smile. 

Eric looked back at me quickly, "Watch your alcohol."

"Eric--," I complained.

"And make sure you have protection."


"Have a good time, Bo," he smiled before he chased after Liam who was heading towards a group of girls. 

I watched my brother disappear, but for some reason Liam popped into my head. Unable and unwillingly to leave my thoughts.

Thanks for reading! Please comment, like, and favorite! Much love, Morgan xx

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