On tour with One Direction

I always dreamed of performing. I use to have my hair brush glued to my hand as a child, singing my favorite songs in the mirror, making up dance moves to every song that came out. Now I'm doing it in front of millions of people, only this time, I'm doing it with One Direction.

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20. "I'm a lonely asshole."

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WARNING. NIALL AND HER ARE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING DIRTY. IF YOURE NOT INTO LIKE DIRTY TALK AND PEOPLE DOING STUFF, DO. NOT. READ. you've been warned, but for my little horn dogs out there, read away baby!! Xxbella

 

 

I've been stuck in bed all day, this is really starting to get annoying. Harry left hours ago and I have no idea where he is, I'm fucking lonely and I'm sick and this isn't a good combination! I've been crying for two hours straight because my body is so sore and I don't even know if I can talk right now.

 

It's nine at night and I still haven't eaten anything, I've been sipping on water but it's not doing a very good job. I finally hear the door click and someone step inside.

By the sound of his foot steps, he's drunk again. I'm proven right whenever he walks into my room with his eyes half opened and he reeks of alcohol.

"Harry." I say and turned my body around. He sits on the bed beside me and touches my cheek, he smiled a very wary smile, almost like he's in regret of something. I try and sit up but I can't, it's just too much. I lay back down on my back and hold my hand on my stomach, groaning.

"Shh." He slurs to me and lays on his side, one hand supporting his head while the other one is drawing circles on my thigh. "Just lay down." He says.

"Why are you drunk again?" I whine, I wanna feel what Harry's like with me when he's not drunk. He only seems to like me when he's fucking loaded.

"Because, Braelynn, because." He smiles a very lazy smile at me and puts his head close to me. "I lost my mother whenever I was younger too." He told me. "But you probably knew that."

"I didn't." I said, shaking my head and closing my eyes as I enjoy his fingers on my thigh. "I never really like got into your guises life... I don't even think I know your birthdays." He lightly laughed at my response.

"That's nice to know. People like to pry." He says and moves his hand to my waist, still drawing circles.

"I'm not like that." I whisper. "I'm not like those other girls.." I said.

"You defiantly are not." He says gets out of the bed. I whine at the loss of contact and he leaves the room, closing the door so he's defiantly not coming back.

 

 

 

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I wake up feeling ten times better, I can actually eat and stand up without having to throw up. Harry leaves way too early, it's only 12 in the afternoon and he's already up and gone. I'm apparently not allowed to leave his flat because I don't have any security with me and I could get 'run over'.

But today I decided to get dressed and go out. I want to know where Harry is and what he's doing or why he's even doing it.

Before I get my foot out the door I get a phone call, "hello?" I say.

"Hi, how are you?"

"I'm good, I wasn't feeling well the last couple days." I told him.

"Yeah I know, Harry told me." He sighed and I knew he was looking at his fingers. "I miss you."

"Oh really, where's Tessa?" I asked and he held his breath, that bit a nerve.

"She's not around anymore.." He muttered. "I don't want her, I want you. You're making this phone call very hard you know? I didn't even want to call you because I knew I was going to be disappointed."

"Good, then we're both on the same page." I said in a cocky tone. I hated him for what he did but holy shit I wanted him more anything. "I wish you were here." I muttered into the phone.

I could hear him sit up on the other line, and I could defiantly hear his heart beat pick up. "Why?" He asked in a curious tone, kind of seductive at the same time.

"I'm sexually ignored." I explained as sat on the couch, guess my attempt at going out was thrown away. "I need help." I pouted.

"You have headphones right?" He asked and I said yes, he hung up the phone only to have him FaceTime me right away. "Get to the bedroom and lock your door." He demanded. I happily agreed and got up off the couch. "On the bed, and strip."

"Hmm, where is this coming from?" I asked as I took my shirt off and plugged in my headphones, taking my pants off.

"I need to see you, I miss you so much." He tells me and I lay back on the bed. "That lighting is very nice on your features." He tells me and I blush. "Talk to me baby." He whispers to me.

I close my eyes, just enjoying every minuet of this. I watch as he lays back in his bed, taking his shirt off and turning me on instantly. "What would you like me to talk about?" I asked him.

"Tell me what you've been wanting to say to me." Niall says in a hushed, husky voice. "It feels so good to see you right now."

"I want you to touch me." I say and pout into the phone screen. "I want your hands on me and I want you to tell me how much you love me." I explained and his head rolled back. "I wanna touch you as I kiss your neck and I wanna fucking strangle you for what you did to me."

"I didn't even do anything, I've been trying to tell you this." He sighs and I keep looking at his sculpted collar bones. "Baby, I wanna try something you." He speaks slowly and his voice is raspy, driving me nuts.

"And what's that?" I ask, my eyebrow cocked.

"Just watch." He whispers and he puts the camera to his boxers, showing me a huge bulge. "That's what you do to me." He says and slowly takes the boxers off. My heart beat is racing and I'm very turned on. "Just the sound of your voice is enough to get me off, that's why I don't understand why you think I would touch another girl."

I moan into my mic, his voice is doing the trick right now. "Do it, I wanna see you touch yourself." He says to me and I nod. My hands unbutton my jeans and I slip my fingers down them, making myself moan at the thought of Niall doing it for me. "That's it baby, that's it." He coos.

"Niall..." I moan in a whisper.

"Say my name again, it sounds so good when you say it." He tells me, holy fuck. I go harder, him watching. "Let me see your face, but don't stop that." He tells me.

I do as I'm told, "take it off." He says and I take my shirt off. "I wanna kiss all down your neck and between your chest." He says and licks his lips.

"Oh fuck." I moan loudly. "I want you here." I tell him and he closes his eyes. "Niall, I want you here, doing this for me." My eyes roll to the back of my head at his next words.

"I'd fuck you like a porn star, Braelynn. I'd fuck you so good you wouldn't be able to walk for a week."

"Oh my god." I almost scream. I can tell that he's pleasuring himself also, the camera isn't staying in one place and his breathing has increased. I moan his name and lick my lips as I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them.

"Holy fuck." He seethes, watching me suck on my own fingers. "Jesus Braelynn, oh my god. Show me again." He pleads. I put the camera back down and start rubbing in circles, I'm screaming to him that I'm about to cum and he's telling me to hold it.

"Niall, Niall I can't hold it any longer. Niall!" I scream and we both let go at the same time. I lay back further into the bed, my lungs out of breath and my body exhausted. "Holy fuck." I say and run my fingers threw my hair.

"Let me fly you out here." He says softly with his eyes close, clearly in the same state I am. "Please Braelynn, let me."

"I can't Niall, management probably won't let me." I say with a sad voice.

"Just let me, they don't have to know. Come out here for a week and you can go back to Harry's house afterwards, so they don't know."

"When's my flight?" I ask.

He smiles to me, "Saturday at nine am."

"You already booked the flight?"

"Yes... I was just praying that you said yes." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"I'm going to go to sleep now, niall. Night." He says it back and I hang up the phone. My eyes are droopy and it doesn't take long for me to fall back asleep. 


I was woken up by someone yelling, throwing things and sounding really frustrated. I got up out of bed and walked down the hallway, it was Harry. He was pacing his living room floor, hands in his hair, teeth clenched together and his glossy. "Harry.." I whisper and his head shots over to me, his usual baby green eyes are almost black and he just stares at me.

I start to back away but he basically flies over to me and grabs my arm, pulling me close to him. "What are you doing." He says to me and I looked up at him, my eyes fluttering and my breath hitching. "Are you scared?" He says in a horrid voice. I shake my head. "Then why try and walk away?" 

"Because, I don't like to be around people like this." I tried very hard not to sound like a bitch whenever I said that, but something twitched inside Harry so I think I failed. 

"Like what?" He says with a raise of his voice. "People like what!" He screams whenever I don't answer him. 

"Like you." I seethe at him and he cocks his head to the side as if he doesn't understand. "You're just like my dad." I said in a mean whisper and pull my hand from him, running to the bathroom and locking the door. I don't jump when there's a loud knock on the door, I was expecting it.

"Come out please." He says in  a low voice. I wasn't expecting that, I figured he would be yelling and screaming at me to get out. "Braelynn, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm like this." I open the door. 

"Are you high, or drunk?" I ask him and stand slightly behind the door. His head hangs low as he speaks, "A little bit of both." He sighs and looks at me. His arm is up above his head on the door trim and the other is on the door handle, he looks so easily set off right now but so angelic at the same time. I touch his cheek and he looks up at me.

"You don't need to get drunk or high to be happy, Harry." I whisper to him and he closes his eyes, breathing heavy out his nose. "You don't need to come home drunk every night on your two weeks off just to feel nothing." I tell him and he leans into my hand. I step out from behind the door and wrap my arms around his stomach, rubbing his lower back. His arm stays on the wall and the other on the door handle. "What makes you so sad all the time?" I ask into his chest.

"I'm not sad." He almost laughs but I can tell he's hurting. "I just don't feel good about anything anymore." He whispers into my hair, his lips lay on the top of my head.

"Let me help you feel good." I blurt, I don't mean to sound so slutty but he's breaking my heart.  

He laughs at my offer, "How would you do that?" He says and looks at me, our foreheads touching. My eyes are stuck on his, he's calmed down a lot.

"Tell me what made you so mad tonight." I ask and he closes his eyes again, "No look at me." I tell  him and touch his cheek again. 

"I was at the bar." He starts, I clearly knew that. "Someone asked what happened to you back in Mexico, I didn't want to talk about it and he just kept pressing." Why was that such a big deal? "Then he said, 'I would do it too if I seen her at a bar, she's not hard on the eyes'." He tells me. "I don't like it when men talk about women like that, it just reminds me of my dad with my mum and it hurts." 

I breathe out. "So that's why you're not with them." I conclude.

"I just got so fed up with him one night, it didn't end well. Sometimes I wish I would've just let him keep going and do what he always does because now look, I'm a lonely asshole." His eyes are getting glossy, and it's not from the drugs or the alcohol. No this kind of glossy eyes is much worse than both those, it's caused by emotion.

"Let me help." I plea to him, he just looks at me. He doesn't do anything when I tug at his shirt, pulling it up over his head. I run my fingers all down his stomach, he's so toned it almost hurts to look at him. His breathing has become faster and heavier as I reach for his belt buckle and throw it on the floor in the hallway, kissing his chest while I do it.  "You're a very beautiful man." I whisper to him and he watches me, he just watches as I drop to my knees in front of him and yank his pants down. 

I kiss his tip, leaving a mark of saliva as I run my tongue up him. I massage his thighs as I suck on him, and finally his arms come down off the wall and go to my hair, taking it out of my face. I moan against his tip while he plays with my hair and he does the same thing above me, leaning forward with his arm on the wall and his head leaning against it and looking down at me.

"Holy fuck." He mutters and pulls me back up from him, I kiss up his body as he pulls me. He pins me against the wall and locks his mouth with mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth and making me moan as he slips his hands in my jeans. He unbuttons them, "So wet." He mutters against my lips, I move my neck to the side as his lips trail all over my neck. He opens my button up shirt with ease and places his hand roughly on my chest, shoving me into the wall further and making me moan louder. "I want you so bad." He tells me and I nod my head. 

His hands go under my ass and I jump up and wrap my legs around him. His mouth instantly goes to my boobs, sucking and rolling his tongue around me. "Harry.." I moan to him and put my hands threw his hair, he walks me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed. "I'm on top at first." I tell him and he agrees. I take my shirt off completely and throw it to the ground, ripping my jeans off I kiss Harry from top to bottom. 

I'm aching between my legs and he notices and sits up. "Hey hey, my turn." He whispers and gets off the bed, he pulls my legs closer to him as he kneels in front of me.

"Oh god." I almost scream whenever I feel his tongue on me. My legs try to close on his head but he has different plans,  he presses my legs straight to the bed. Thank Jesus I'm flexible or that would've been a problem. "Harry, if you k-keep doing that, this isn't going to last very long." I whine and squirm on his face,  making him chuckle against me.  His finger slips in me while his mouth licks and sucks, "Harry, holy fuck!" This time I actually scream, the neighbors are probably going to hate me by the end of tonight. 

He sits up and looks at me, licking his lips. My chest is heaving up and down and I kind let out a little squeal from watching him lick his fucking lips. He crawls back up on the bed and I get on top of him, his hands go straight to my  thighs grabbing and pulling at  them. "Easy." I tease him, touching his nose. I slide myself down, stopping whenever I get a real feel of just how big he is. "Jesus Christ." I curse out and lower myself a little more. "It's almost too big to handle." I tell him and his ego goes up instantly.

Once I get use to it I start riding him, his fingers are deep in my hips, promising to leave a mark. "That's it baby,  fuck." He moans and I can't help but stare as his back arches off the bed and his head goes back against the pillow. His curls are placed perfectly around him and just the sight of how vulnerable he looks is enough to get me off.

I bucked harder, I'm enjoying this way too much. My finger nails dig into his chest as I start to go up and down, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. Before I can  say  anything, he flips us over  without even pulling out. Fucking talented this boy is. 

My legs go around his shoulders and it's my turn to arch my back  and scream  out his name over and over. His hands are on my ass which he's grabbing and slapping,  the biggest turn on ever. "I'm  going  to take you from behind."  He whispers to me and I feel  like I'm about to beg he do this. His  voice his cracked  and raspy as he slides into me, my hands and knees about to give out as he thrusts violently into me. He leans over top of my back and kisses my neck, "Talk to me." I beg him while my breath is hitching and my lungs are burning. 

"You're the best fuck I've had in a long time." He moans in my ear, I smile cockily to myself. "You're so tight and you were so ready for me it was like you were planning this." His jaw clenches and he sucks in a deep breath. 

"Harry, Harry I'm close!" I say to him and turn my head, locking my mouth to his. He's moaning  into my mouth and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my fucking life. "Tell me when you're near." I say in his ear and he nods, his hair tickling my face.

"I'm like 10 seconds away." He says almost right after. He pulls himself up and we stare at eachother and then nod our heads before we both let go. My back is off the bed, my mouth opened and my voice echoing off the walls as he goes inside me and I feel him twitch. But he's not done, he lets me half finish before he starts to pump his finger in and out of me. "Harry!" I scream I grab the sheets, this is too much. 

He made me go twice. I came twice because of him, who even does that? 

I lay there on my  back, eyes closed and trying to understand what the fuck just happened. His body falls beside mine but he doesn't cuddle into me like I thought he would, instead, he keeps a distance and gets up, leaving the room. I can't be bothered to get up and  chase him, I just roll over and fall asleep.



SHE'S GOING TO SEE NIALL IN LIKE A DAY?! If any of you call her a slut or a whore, I SWEAR, I'll delete your life. But for those of you that LOVE this smutty stuff as much as I do, [cyber high-five] i love you all so much! and incase some of you didn't know, [for those who read Curiosity,] the sequel is up now! xxbella  

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