The week together at the beach flew by quickly. Niall and I were over our little spat. Of course James was doing his best to make it awkward for Niall and I. He would bring up numerous occasions about things I had said and done whilst we were dating. Niall would just laugh at my blushing face. James still tried to get me to talk to him and I wouldn’t be in the same room with him alone.
Niall and I packed the car and were letting the navagational system lead us home. “Turn left at the next stop sign.” The bland womans voice spoke.
I mimicked it, “Niall, turn left and look at me!”
He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I always look at you. I can’t take my eyes off of you.” He looked me straight in the eyes.
Oh God, his cheesiness was perfection. “You’re too good at wooing me.”
He put his arm around me, “I know.”
We spent the rest of the time talking and playing car games. It was late when we got back to the flat. Niall rumbled through his pocket to find the right key. He pulled out a silver one and grabbed my hand, leading me through the door first. All of the lights were out. Niall shut the door as I flipped on the hall light.
“Doesn’t seem as though anyone is home.” I said, peeping into the kitchen then into the living room.
Niall smirked and ran after me, grabbing my waist and throwing me onto the couch. No, we hadn’t done anything inappropriate at the beach. Besides a couple of heated makeout sessions…that isn’t inappropriate though.
Niall jumped on top of me and I ran my hand over his abs. He smirked before kissing my lips, fiercely. I removed his shirt so there was only one layer of clothing between us.
I hadn’t heard the door open. I was too involved in Niall as he was in me. He sucked on my sweet spot and I moaned.
I heard the devil himself chuckle. “Harry, Niall’s eating away at your cousins throat.”
I sat up straight. Niall pushed himself to the other side of the couch. I threw him his shirt and he put on quickly. Louis watched in amusement as Niall struggled with the sleeve. Harry ran into the room, finding Niall and I sitting on the couch like good people.
“They’re quick, those two!” Louis said, shoving a fistful of crisps in his mouth.
Harry shook his head back and forth, making his head of curls bounce.
“Addie! Niall! VAS HAPPENIN?” Zayn screeched as he ran over and sat in between us.
He gave Niall a noogie. “You been treating Addie right, mate?”
“Like royalty.” He reported to Zayn.
I smiled, seeing that Niall and Zayn were in fact, getting along.
Harry and Louis pulled me off the couch and dragged me by my feet into the kitchen, locking the door.
“What is this?” I asked, nervously.
“How’d the vacation go?” Louis asked, mischievously.
“Good…” I dragged out.
“I heard James went.” Harry said, softly.
“Yeah, he did.” I said, recalling the memory of him.
Harry wriggled his eyebrows, “So nothing happened between the two of you then? Nothing at all.”
Louis and Harry exchanged looks with each other and then looked at me.
“No?” I said, lying.
“I knew she’d lie to me!” Harry turned to tell Louis.
“What?” I asked, rather confused. I looked to Louis to see if he knew.
“So nothing at all happened…” Louis wanted me to tell him.
“Well…” Harry and Louis’s eyes popped up. “James kissed me and pretty much wouldn’t let me go until Jaime came to the rescue.”
Louis’ mouth was matching Harry’s; wide open. “We were joking!” Louis screamed.
My eyes got wide, “WHAT?”
Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me into the corner of the kitchen. “What the hell happened? I thought I said be good! I’m going to KILL James. KILL HIM.”
I stuttered, “Everything is worked out, Hazza. No need to worry. Niall and I got revenge.”
Harry released my arm, “Niall took care of him? Maybe Niall and you are a good thing…” He ran a hand through his hair, “Maybe but maybe not. We’ll see, I suppose. I guess he’s ten million times better than that bloke James.”
I laughed, “He treats me so much better, Harry.”
He smiled, “Well, I guess that’s all that matters.” He pulled me in for a hug, “I’m so glad you’re happy…and home. I think it sucks without you and Niall. Don’t get me wrong, I love Zayn and Liam but they don’t have the wit you do. Plus, Louis was gone too!”
Louis came over, “Oh my God, group hugs are the best. Especially with BOTH of the Styles! Laddie Stylinson for life.”
Harry and I exchanged freaked out glances, “Laddie Stylinson?”
Louis bit into his carrot, “You know, like Louis, Addie, and Harry. LADDIE. Then we have Tomlinson and Styles. STYLINSON.”
We laughed and then returned back into the living room where Liam, Niall, and Zayn were laughing.
Niall patted his lap for me to sit on. I went over and sat in it, snuggling close to him. The boys were talking about the week and what happened and I fell asleep with my head on Niall’s chest.
“IT’S BURNING. OH GOD, IT’S ON FIRE.” I heard someone screech from the kitchen.
I jolted up from the couch where apparently I had fallen asleep. I had a pillow and blanket jostled around me.
I ran into the kitchen where all the boys were making (burnt) biscuits. Louis held one black biscuit in his hand and threw it at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes and gave me a pleading look, “Please don’t let Louis cook again.”
I smiled and hugged Louis, “What were you trying to accomplish?”
Louis smiled, “We were making my favourite Styles breakfast!”
Niall, Liam, and Zayn laughed. “You mean LIAM made the biscuits…you just put them in the oven.” Zayn corrected.
“Also, you set the timer wrong…” Niall added, eating away at a box of oreo’s…the usual food of choice.
“How about if Harry and I make some eggs for everyone? Would everyone like that?” I ask, looking around, seeing each boy’s eyes widen. “I’ll take that as a yes. Now go set the table and get everything ready.”
They scurried along whilst Harry and I cracked some eggs on a skillet.
Harry skidded the last of the eggs onto a plate whilst I put the ham and bacon on another. “BREAKFAST!” Harry and I yelled in unison, walking through the door.
Niall about fell out of his seat, “Dear Jesus, everything looks so good…” He still had a bit of cookie crumbs on his lip.
“Niall you got a little…” I said, showing him with my finger on my lips.
He tilted his head to the side, “Show me?” He grabbed my hands and pulled me down to his level and kissing me.
Louis made a gagging noise, “Kiddos…we are at the table. Save that for the bedroom.”
I blushed and went to sit beside Liam who had a huge helping on his plate. I poured myself a cuppa. I took a sip and nearly spit it out. Louis laughed and I wiped my tongue with my napkin. It was so sweet! “Jeez Lou, need any more sugar for the tea?”
“How’d you know I did that?”
“You’re the only one who puts a ton of sugar in the pot.”
We ate and joked around for a while. Liam and Louis were on clean up duty. This meant I had to talk to Harry about my ‘instructions’ from Simon.
I followed him into his room. It was the messiest room I’ve seen in a while…excluding Louis’s. “What the hell happened in here? I leave for a week and this place becomes a landfill?”
“I haven’t gotten around to cleaning it yet.” He mumbled, looking through his drawers. He unearthed a piece of white office paper and handed it to me. “This is from Uncle Simon. I know Zayn and you will be good, right? No James mishaps, am I right?”
I shook my head quickly, “Never!”
“I know Zayn would never do that to Niall…” Harry trailed off.
I was offended, “You think I’d do that to Niall?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “You kissed your ex at the beach. I don’t know. You are a pretty big partier...you’ve done some pretty bad things whilst drunk.”
I was enraged! How could my big brother think I’d cheat on my boyfriend with one of his best mates?! “You’ve done some pretty gruesome things when you were drunk too. Remember? That’s what ended you and Jaime!”
He furrowed his eyebrows, “Erm, I’d rather not talk about this anymore. Why don’t you go get ready? You and Zayn leave tomorrow night.”
I slammed the door behind me, heading up to Niall’s room. All our bags were lying on the floor. I didn’t feel like rummaging through my drawers so I went to Niall’s closet. I opened it up and out of the back pop Niall. I screamed bloody murder and fell to the floor. He was clutching his sides, roaring in laughter.
“Never scare me like that again!” I said, trying to put myself together again.
“I promise I won’t…it was just a good opportunity.” He said, tickling me. I rolled around in fits of laughter. “Niall….Niall…stop!” I sighed.
“Oi, Niall, STOP NIALL!” Liam moaned from across the hall. Zayn’s muffled laughter was heard from across the hall.
“Very funny lads.” Niall said, pulling me off the floor.
He threw me a Jack Wills shirt and some shorts. I removed my day old purple shirt and threw on the new tee. Niall looked at me strangely. “What?” I asked.
“You just go taking your shirt off?” He chuckled.
“Well you saw me in my bikini…how is my bra much different?”
He nodded and lied down on the bed. He fell asleep within five minutes. I took his phone and put it on the charger. What a good girlfriend I am. I tidied up the room a bit. I took my clothes from vacation and threw them in the wash along with some of Zayn’s that he requested I wash for LA.
I packed some shorts, skirts, and a ton of my nicest heels. I was waiting on my shirts, bathing suit (in case we go swimming at the hotel), and my undergarments that were in the dryer with Zayn’s stuff.
Zayn walked into the living room where I was sitting. We hadn’t properly talked about the trip yet. “Addie, vas happenin’?”
I sighed, “Nothing really. Just waiting on the clothes to be done.”
He nodded, “So are you excited for this signing contract?!”
I smiled brightly, “Of course I am! I cannot wait. Plus, I get to be on your new album…I get my OWN album! And to think I was just singing in the car with Louis.”
Zayn laughed, “Don’t get too excited. We still have a lot to talk about with Simon. He wants to hear you sing for him in his studio first.”
My eyes widened, the crucial Simon Cowell wants to hear me sing for him. Of course, I’d have to eventually but this was crunch time.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll be with you! Remember?”
I breathed out in relief. I just wish Niall was going with me. I guess if Niall couldn’t Zayn would be the next best. “Yeah, I know.”
Zayn was really a sweet guy but I was really liking Niall. Niall and I have been dating for about a week and we haven’t announced to the public we are dating. I think on his last interview he did he said he was single. Which I had been upset about…I think I would’ve been more upset if he had said he was seeing someone and then people threatening to kill me on twitter.
The timer for the clothes buzzed. Zayn and I unloaded it and took it upstairs. Niall had woken up and was helping me pack everything I might need.
I went to sleep early and woke up late in the morning. It was half 11. “Shit.” I mumbled, literally rolling out of bed. Niall chuckled and helped me up. “Go get a shower and then we’ll talk for a bit?”
I groggily obeyed him. I washed out my hair with my vanilla shampoo and conditioner. It felt good getting the beach scent off. I was home, even if I was leaving in a couple of hours. I straightened my hair and applied a bit of make-up, only mascara, eyeliner, and foundation. It looked pretty basic. I shrugged on a cute black dress with a small gold belt in the middle and waltzed up to my room.
Niall wasn’t in there so I finished packing toiletries and zipped the bag shut. I slid my MacBook into its case and set it on top of the suitcase with my oversized purse. I glanced at the clock, half 12. Zayn and I were leaving in an hour for LA.
Niall came into the room and looked at me. “You look gorgeous.” He said, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“Thank you.” I smiled at him. He picked me up and spun me around, “Be good and no funny business.”
Why does everyone assume I’m going to do something rash? “I wouldn’t dare.”
“I’ll call you on skype before I go to sleep tonight, alright?”
I nodded, “I’ll call you on your phone when I wake up, okay?”
“I don’t think you’ll sleep much tonight…you know, jet lag?”
I grumbled, “Doesn’t sound like too much fun.”
He rolled his eyes, “Trust me: it's hell.”
We talked to kill the hour and then Louis drove us to the airport. The paps were swarming us so I couldn’t kiss Niall goodbye. I managed a hug from him and Louis before Zayn wrapped his arm around my shoulder, guiding me to our terminal. I flipped my head back around to look at Niall. His hands were shoved in his pockets and Louis told him something. I couldn’t make out what it was because my eyes were blinded by a bright camera flash. Congratulations to whoever took a picture of Zayn and I leaving for America, you probably just angered millions of girls on tumblr and twitter.