Red Flag

Carter Thompson is a 15 year old girl that has lived in Charlotte, North Carolina since her parents got divorced. All she wants is to kick her feet up with her two best friends Jacob and Blake. But when her Dad remarries another woman, she is forced to leave her North Carolina life behind and join links with her new family. Dreading the move, she meets her oh-so familiar looking stepbrother, not having a clue he's adored by many young girls across the globe. Harry asks her to come on tour with him, and his band mates, and since then her life has chosen the path consisting of ups-and-downs. As she gets to know the boys as well as Harry, she finds herself falling for one of the boys without really knowing it, along this crazy new life. Throughout the story, she starts realizing that maybe it was worth the move after all.


37. You Look Better In That Shirt Than Me!

Carter’s POV


Stretching my arms out I woke up and saw that I was laying on top of Niall. How? I don't know. He had his arms wrapped snugly around my waist. Niall was still sound asleep so I just laid there, not wanting to wake him. He looked so peaceful and relaxed while he slept, it made me feel just as relaxed has him. After about 5 minutes later, Niall's eyes started to flutter open. "Hello." He said, his voice graveled. He smiled and his eyes twinkled as he looked at me. "Hi." I looked over at the clock that was sitting in the middle of the nightstand. I started to move so I wouldn't be laying on top of him any longer. His grip tightened around my body. "Where are you going?" He asked while pulling me back onto his stomach. "Niall, if you haven't noticed, it's 1:48 in the afternoon." I said while motioning towards the clock. "So?" He smiled. I groaned playfully "You have a concert to do." I said back to him. I started to try and roll off his body but he wouldn't let me. " We have to go! Seriously!" I said while trying once again to get out of his grip. I finally squirmed out of his grip, I got off the bed standing only on my right foot. Once I found my balance, I started hopping over to the bathroom when I felt hands on my waist . Niall laughed and picked me up. "Niall, you don't have to carry me. I'm perfectly fine with hopping." I said with seriousness. "I'm afraid.. I'm just gonna have to carry you." He said, starting off serious, then laughing towards the end. He carried me into the bathroom and sat me down on the counter. "Call me when you're done, I'll come and get you. I'll be in the other room." 


I reached over the sink and grabbed my toothbrush along with the toothpaste. I began to brush my teeth. I looked into the mirror, and all I can say about my appearance is. Wow. My hair was a mess, I was wearing an over sized T-shirt, compression shorts that you couldn't even see because of the shirt, and I just looked like I haven't showered in days when, in reality, I had showered just yesterday. I finished brushing my teeth, spitting everything out into the sink. I grabbed my hairbrush and started to brush through the mess upon my head. I started to think more about the shirt I was wearing. It wasn't mine, clearly with how big it was, and I don't remember changing.


I was just about done with brushing my hair when I heard a knock on the door which was followed by a voice. "Hey Carter, how're you doing? Need any help?" It was Niall. "Hey, I'm fine. Um, yeah can you help me?" I asked him while setting the brush back down on the counter. I grabbed a hair band putting it on my wrist. Niall came in and smiled. "I stayed right where you wanted me to." I said. "I'm very proud." He said, and chuckled a bit. I made a sad face at him and he just laughed more. "Are you going to help me?" I asked sticking out my bottom lip. "I'm coming." He said and walked over. He picked me up bridal style and curried me out to the bed. "What do you need?" He asked, setting me down. "Can you just grab some clothes for me?" He nodded and walked out of the room. Everyone had moved their stuff into the other room since we're leaving in the morning. Niall walked back in with some clothes in hand. "Here you are." He sat the clothes down beside me. I picked up the clothes that he brought me and noticed that the shirt wasn't mine, it was his. I looked up to say something to Niall but when I looked up he was gone. The bathroom door was closed so he must have been getting ready. I slipped off the shorts I was wearing and put  on the ones Niall brought. I then took off my shirt and slipped Niall's shirt on over my head, leaving the bra on that I was already wearing. I sat on the bed waiting for Niall to come out of the bathroom. I looked around the room. My eyes landed on the night stand and I saw my phone sitting there. I rolled over and crawled over to it. I picked it up and saw I had a few texts from Jacob and Blake. I replied to them then sat my phone back down. I laid down on my back and just relaxed.


Niall walked back out of the bathroom and sat down beside me on the bed. He frowned. “What?” I asked. “You look better in that shirt then me!” he said, trying not to smile. “I’m sorry. But of course I look better in it, I’m meeeee!” I said. He just chuckled in response. I sat up and kissed his cheek. “Come on.” He stuck his hand out for me. I just rolled onto the other side of the bed. I moved so I was laying on my stomach and curled up into a ball, I felt the bed dip down where I once was laying, I curled up even more trying to hide myself from Niall. The bed shook a little as he continued to laugh, which was dying down a little bit. Detecting, the bed moved once again and felt it dip down beside me. I felt his body on my side which made me giggle. “Oh, are we ticklish?” I heard his voice. He started to tickle my sides making me laugh louder and louder. I pulled my body as close as I could to myself, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to tickle me any more. Sadly, he was still able to do so. “S-s-stop! Ni-niall! P-pl-please! S-stop!” I managed to get out with my continuous laughter. Niall did stop after a minute, giving me time to try and catch my breath. I peeked my head out a little so I would be able to see what he was doing. But when I opened my eyes I didn’t see Niall, I just saw an empty bed. I uncurled myself and looked around a bit more. I didn’t see him anywhere. I sat up and that was when I felt hands on my waist that lifted me up off the bed. I was then thrown over Niall’s shoulder. “I wish you would have let me continue tickling you.” He sighed. “Why?” I asked, sounding as confused as ever. “Because your laugh is amazing.” I just blushed. “Come on, we have to go rehearse then perform.” He said and hit my bum. Niall carried me out of the room and down to the car.




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