Good Girls

Bridget, a sixteen year old girl that has always had he nose stuck in a book or her feet on the road. She's not normal though, not by any means. Her brother, Niall Horan, is one of the 5 members in One Direction. Although he tours all over the world, he has never taken his sister to a concert or anything. That's about to change when he decides to take her on the tour in America. But will touring change Bridget's view on how life should be lived? Will good girl turn bad girl when she meets her fate to fall in love?


11. Sweeping Kisses

"Bridget" I heard a silky voice say. "Bridget" , we are at my apartment." I opened my sticky eyes, and found a blurry Mark at my side. He reached under my back and legs, picking me up in his arms he amazingly shut the car door and took me inside.

Mark opened every door we came to with me in his arms. When we finally got inside he took me to a masculine looking bedroom. It was complete with a mahogany desk and black bed suit. He laid me down on the bed and wiped my still sticky face with his soft hands. "Would you like to take a shower?" I nodded yes. I smelled like a dirty club and I could not stand it. Mark ushered me to the bathroom and showed me where the towels and everything was.

Mark left me and I felt like I was missing something when his presence left. Fortunately, a hot shower was calling my name. Mark had a stand up shower that was equipped with side shower heads that covered my body in a soothing warm embrace.


Niall's P.O.V. 

My mouth left the girl's, Katie, I think it was. I had had so many drinks, but not enough to make me a drunkard. "I've got to go" I mumbled to her and walked back towards the booth we were at. Liam was talking to the waitress, Louis, Harry, Luke, Calum and Ashton were all missing from the booth. Michael sat across from Liam seemingly tired. I haven't seen my sister in awhile, I thought. I'm sure she is okay.

"Hey Michael"

"Yeah?" his head popped up.

"We need to get everyone together so we can go." He nodded and told me he would go find everyone. I sat down in the spot that Michael had vacated. In a few minutes Michael was back with everyone. I frowned when I couldn't see Bridget.

"Where's Bridget?" I asked hastily.

"That I don't know." Michael  replied.

"I think I saw her leave with a really tall guy." Ashton noted "He looked like a nice guy." Ashton added seeing my worried expression.

"Why would she go with someone without telling me? Why would she leave at all?" I thought out loud.

"What's going on?" Liam asked.

"Bridget is missing, Ashton saw her leave with some guy." I replied playing over the situation.

"The only thing we can do is call-" Liam began.

"Why the hell did you not tell me when she left?" I yelled at Ashton.

"Because, I thought she would have told you. Niall, you know she can take care of herself."

"Not if she is drunk Ashton." I looked at him, and he ducked his head realizing what I said.

"I don't think she would get drunk over two drinks, which is all she had with us." Liam said thoughtfully. "Like I said the only thing we can do is call her and tell her where we are at."

"If she doesn't answer?" I asked feeling nervous.

"Leave her a voicemail, I agree with Ashton, she will be okay."

"Fine." I replied. I felt nervous, I told my dad that I would take care of her, and now I don't even know where she is. My lungs constricted in a worried pain as I let that thought set in. I hope to God that she isn't hurt.


Bridget's P.O.V.

I walked into the living room in my towel only, a little worried because I was half naked with a stranger in the room. Mark was reading a book when he looked up at me in utter amazement.

"I am so sorry. I completely forgot to get you something to wear." He moved swiftly past me into his room. I stood in the living room awkwardly until he arrived with a pair of sweat pants and a big t shirt. "Here you are, I'm sure they are big but the sweat pants have strings that you can tie and the t-shirt is the smallest one I could find."

"Thank you" I smiled sheepishly and retreated to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I let the towel fall off my body and grabbed his pants. They were really loose, I had to tie them really tight around my hips to make sure they didn't fall off. His shirt came just below my hips. I took the towel up in my hands and walked out of the bathroom again to find Mark in the kitchen.

He was pouring water into a tall glass. "Hey" I said walking up to him.

"Hey" he looked down at the long pant legs on the floor. "I'm sorry they were too big."

"It's okay. I mean it was a spur of the moment thing." He nodded and handed me the water. I took it, grateful for the smooth coldness. He clinked his glass of water with mine and smiled. "You look like you feel a lot better."

"I do. I smelt like a dirty bar. It was awful."

"Now you will smell like me because your wearing my stuff."

"Yeah I know, but at least I'm clean." Smiling, he led me to the couch and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with him. He took out Fast Six, "I know it's weird but I love these movies, would you care to watch it with me?"

"I don't mind. I actually don't think that I have ever watched that movie."

"Great." He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and sat down beside me, an inch was in between us. He explained what had happened with Brian and the rest of the gang. I listened to him, every word was as smooth as silk. It was like he was a prince walking out of a fairy tale with out the armor but more like a hidden prince. I felt like I could tell him anything and everything. His presence was comforting. I scooted closer to him as he trailed off, apparently done telling me what everything was about.

I was acutely aware of his tense state. As I grabbed his hand the tension in his shoulders left him and he relaxed in my grip. " I do feel a lot better. I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here tonight."

" I was just glad to help Bridget." He gripped my hand a little tighter. He turned toward me and smiled that gorgeous lopsided grin. He leaned in to me closer and closer every few seconds. I held my breath, I wanted him to kiss me.

His mouth was a few centimeters when he asked "Do I have your permission to kiss you?" The question caught me off guard. I only hesitated for a second, seeing his face fall.

"Yes" I breathed. His mouth brushed mine gently. The pressure increased as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his passion underlying his softness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, telling him that I wanted him to kiss me like he wanted to. His arms pushed at the small of my back, gently tugging me closer to him.

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