Can You Please Please Do Some Kind Of Smut With Niall Body Worship. He Would Be Single In This Scenario.

Can you please please do some kind of smut with Niall body worship. He would be single in this scenario. And maybe it's after a show and one of the venue workers does not care for him for whatever reason, but she ends up alone with him, and he's all sweaty in his tank top, and he seduces her and gets her to feel all his arms and then his chest. And then he has her take his clothes off and he's super patronizing and condescending, and then he has her suck him off, and he's laughing because she can't take it all. AHHHHH!!!

"Who is performing tonight? Why is everybody freaking out?" you asked your coworker as you helped set up the buffet for the musician and their team arriving soon.

You worked as a runner backstage during music concerts for the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, TN. It wasn't the best-paying job but you liked it. Nights usually go pretty smoothly but for some reason, the air was tense tonight. Everybody was frantic and your managers were extra particular about everything being perfect. You felt like you were constantly being pulled in every direction.

"Y/N, you don't know? It's Niall freaking Horan! He's literally gonna be here in like an hour!" she replied excitedly.

"Oh," you replied, not impressed.

"You don't like Niall Horan?"

"Eh, I've never really liked him. I've heard he's super cocky and kind of an asshole."

"Oh my gosh, don't even say that! I never fangirl over artists but I'm so excited about tonight. He's literally so hot!"

"I guess," you replied with a shrug.

"There's a rumor Noah Kahan is making a guest appearance too."

"Who?"

"Y/N!" she scolded and you giggled before she added, "For someone who works backstage at concerts, you'd think you'd be more into music."

Your workload tonight picked up even more once Niall and his team arrived. You were assigned to work with his team to help set everything up, make sure sound production was working, as well as doing little things to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Niall was actually quite pleasant to be around. Although you could definitely tell he had his cocky side, he was friendly and had a great sense of humor. The concert itself was magnificent. With all the shows you've worked for, this crowd was one of the loudest you have ever witnessed. They adored him and you now understood why. He was insanely attractive and so talented. You hadn't ever noticed until tonight.

It was after the show and everybody had started the cleanup process. You were instructed to go to Niall's room and double-check that he was okay and to get him anything he needed. You knocked on the door, nervously awaiting his response.

"Come in," he yelled.

Opening the door, you walked through and was met face to face with him. A man has never looked so good packing up his belongings after doing a show. He had taken off his leather vest and was just wearing his jeans and his black tank top. He was still sweaty from the show, slightly breathless. His biceps looked huge, glittering with sweat and you couldn't help but stare a little bit, wanting so badly to feel those muscles.

"Hey, I was told to come check on you and see if you need anything from us."

"Uh, I think I'm okay, thanks." His accent was so thick, it made your thighs involuntarily clench together.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything then," you replied, getting ready to walk back out the door before he stopped you.

"Wait," he called.

"What?"

"C'mere, I wanna talk to you."

"You wanna talk to me?" you asked, slightly shocked by his words.

"Yeah, close the door."

You closed the door behind you, taking a couple steps closer to him. Butterflies were swarming violently in your stomach, nervous that you were alone with Niall and even more nervous that he wanted to be alone with you.

"Did you like the show?" he asked, sitting down on a stool near the counter in his room. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flick down to his biceps.

"I did actually. You're really talented," you complimented.

"Did you notice me watching you?" he added.

"You were watching me?" you asked surprisingly.

"Yeah. I know you were working but I could see how badly you wanted to dance, to sway those pretty little hips to my songs."

"O-oh," you replied, feeling embarrassed.

"What's your favorite song of mine?" he asked.

"Not sure. I've never really listened to your music."

"Ouch, love," he feigned being hurt, placing a hand over his heart, "Why not?

You giggled softly at his reaction, "I don't know, I've always thought you were a little cocky."

"Ouch again!

"Well, now that I've met you I understand why," you explained.

"Oh really? Elaborate for me."

"Well, you're very attractive and a great performer. Plus if I was a guy and had all those girls screaming for me, I'd be the same way."

You felt your eyes continuing to stray from his and land on his arms. His biceps were flexing with each movement of his arm, the veins on his forearm peeking out and causing your mouth to water.

"Oh you think I'm attractive," he smirked.

"Stop, that's not the point of what I was saying," you giggled shyly.

"If it makes you feel better, I can tell you think I'm attractive."

"What? How?"

"Well for one thing, you haven't stopped staring at my arms this entire conversation," he grinned.

"O-oh, no, I-I didn't," your heart fell into your stomach; you were completely shocked and embarrassed you got caught ogling.

"You wanna feel them?" he asked, throwing you for a complete other loop.

"I-I don't-." You didn't know what to do. Of course, you wanted to feel them. But this was Niall Horan and you were on the clock. You felt like you were dreaming honestly.

"Come on, come feel them," he smirked, cocking his head.

This was never something you ever imagined you'd be doing, especially on the clock at work, but you soon found yourself moving towards him, your palms wrapping around his thick bicep. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles were strong as you squeezed them. The next thing you knew, your hands mindlessly traveled towards his torso, his damp tank top clinging to his abs and outlining them perfectly for you. You traced them, fingers soon traveling down to the hem of his top and teasing it, wanting to badly to feel what was underneath.

Your dreams came true when you heard the words, "take it off."

But you didn't believe it. There's no way he just told you to take his shirt off, "W-what?"

"Go on, take off my tank top."

You didn't respond, just slowly slipped your hands under his top and pulled it up, over his head and oh my gosh it was so much better than you could have imagined. His chest was glistening with sweat, hair lining every inch, making him look so sexy and manly. And you didn't even want to get started on his muscles. His pecs and abs were so clearly defined, that it was obvious that this man spent a lot of time in the gym. You have never felt so turned on so quickly.

You ran your hand over his damp skin. You could feel every ridge of his muscles, the coarse chest hair slightly rough against your soft skin. You watched in awe as your hands explored his body, your mouth watering at the sight.

"Close that mouth, pretty girl, you'll catch flies."

You hadn't even noticed that your mouth had fallen open. Your cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as your jaw closed and he chuckled at you, "You like what you see?"

"Mhm," you hummed, nodding your head.

Lifting his hand, he used his curled index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. You stared into his gorgeous blue eyes that were covered by lust. You traced every inch of his face with your eyes, landing on his lips looking so soft and kissable. It was taking everything in your power not to kiss him.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me."

Were you being that obvious?

You didn't even reply this time, just in complete awe of the man standing in front of you. He was so cocky but ugh he had every right to be.

"Go on. Kiss me."

You smirked softly, not giving in just yet.

"You better kiss me first because, in a couple seconds, I'm not gonna be able to resist not kissing you."

"Maybe I want you to kiss me first," you challenged.

His lips immediately covered yours and oh my gosh you could not believe you were kissing Niall Horan. His lips were so soft and fuck, he was such a good kisser. You parted your lips and allowed him to lick into you, tasting you and asserting his dominance over you. You grabbed onto his waist, holding him to your chest as your lips moved in sync with his. The kisses were hot, deep, passionate, sexy, all of the above. You melted against him, feeling your abdomen clench and your panties dampen as he angled his head, kissing you deeper.

"Fuck," he mumbled against your lips.

You continued to kiss, his hands beginning to roam your entire body and you let him. He reached down and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, squeezing roughly. You whimpered slightly against his lips, chills running up your spine as he nipped softly on your lower lip.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, "Wanna feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock."

You have never been on your knees so fast for a guy before. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo it so you could free him from his pants. You were frenzied and nervous and excited, so much that you could not get it unbuckled for the life of you.

Niall began laughing, "I got you so flustered that you can't even do a simple task like unbuckle my belt. Do I make you that nervous?"

You didn't reply, your hands getting even shakier as the seconds went by.

"Come on, sweet girl, let me help you." he hummed, reaching down and messing with his belt, easily unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops in his jeans.

"See how easy that was?" he commented and you were just glad you could finally get your hands on what you've wanted this whole time.

Unzipping his pants, you wasted no time and pulled them down his legs, letting his pants and briefs pool at his feet. His hard member was revealed to you and oh my gosh it was so much bigger than you had ever expected.

He laughed at you as you grabbed onto his member; he was so thick you just barely were able to wrap your entire palm around him, "You look scared."

"No, I just wasn't expecting you to be so big," you hummed, hating yourself for inflating his ego even more than it already was.

He was so hard. His red, swollen tip was peaking out from under his foreskin, precum oozing from his slit, practically screaming at you to do something. You began to pump him, squeezing slightly once you got to the tip, running your thumb over it and using his precum as a lubricant as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.

"Stop stalling. Go on and wrap those pretty little lips around my big cock."

Obeying him, you wasted no more time and took him in until he hit the back of your throat. You barely had half of him in your mouth before you began gagging, eyes watering in response.

You heard him rumble with laughter, amusement written all over his face, "Can't take it all, huh?"

"Fucking hell," you muttered mostly to yourself as you came off of him, a string of spit following you.

He smirked at your response as you took a deep breath before taking him in your mouth again. He gathered all your hair in his palms, pulling it up into a ponytail to hold it out of your face. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his body reacted to your warm mouth wrapped around his most sensitive area. You bobbed your head up and down, your palm wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He pressed both hands against the side of your head and added pressure to stop your movements. Relaxing your throat, you let him take control, thrusting his hips so his member slid in and out of your warm mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged with each thrust. His balls slapped against the underside of your chin and he grunted with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck, this is so fucking sexy. Look at you actually taking it all," he grunted.

Tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks the more you gagged on him. You looked up at him through blurry eyes and felt your panties dampen at the sight above you. He was so sexy. A thicker layer of sweat was glittering across his skin, enhancing the look of his muscles. Chest hair was sprinkled throughout his torso, his happy trail leading down to the patch of hair tickling your nose every time he bottomed out. His face was scrunched in pleasure, eyes crinkled and mouth ajar as he watched in awe as his member was soaked in your saliva, your throat constricting around him and bringing him closer to the edge by the second.

His thrusts began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close to finishing, his words soon confirming your belief, "Jesus christ, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. Gonna swallow it all? Like the good girl you are?"

You hummed in response, preparing yourself for his load. It was only seconds later when he left his balls contracting and his orgasm ripping throughout his entire body. He grunted in pleasure as his load shot down your throat, warming your insides. Pulling out, he stroked himself a couple times to finish off his orgasm, tugging the last spurts of his load onto your tongue. Once he had come down from his high, he let out a heavy breath and watched as you swallowed every last drop of him.

"Jesus," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "fuck, I think that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

Your confidence rose as you stood on your feet in front of him, smirking at him, "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he placed his hands on your hips, eyes trailing down to your lips, "you're really sexy."

"So are you," you grinned, letting his lips engulf yours before pushing him off, "As much as I wanna continue this, I am still on the clock."

He giggled at your statement before bending down and pulling his pants back up, "Give me your number and maybe we can meet up next time I'm in town."

You smiled, "Okay."

What the hell just happened?

So good!

Tour Niall has me so hot and bothered, OMG. Could you do a smut request? This would be a single version of Niall. Maybe y/n works at one of the venues Niall is touring at, and she for some reason just doesn't like him. His confidence comes off as cockiness to her. But shortly after one of his shows ends (specifically one that ends with Niall in a tank top), she is somehow alone with him, and she is trying so hard to hide that she's turned on. But Niall senses it and starts toying with her, flirting cockily, and then he gets closer and closer and starts to overwhelm her with the way he looks and smells (sweaty from the show). And then when he fully has her, he has her worship his arms and then his chest, and he has her undress him slowly. And then he has her get on her knees and beg for his cock. And then a long blowjob where he's enjoying holding her down as she chokes on his member and tears are streaming. And throughout all of this, he's dirty talking, condescending and patronizing her non-stop. Just so cocky, bcuz he knows she didn't like him but now she's worshipping him. Woof. I'm sorry. So horny.

Ok. So I changed it up a little bit, but the concept is still there. I hope you like it.

WARNINGS: smut, male receiving oral, cocky Niall, a bit of degradation, cursing, do nit read if you are under 18

Wc: 2164

Niall Horan's tour was coming back to the venue you worked at and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

Every time you met him, he was always so cocky. Parading around like he owned the place. Harry was the best member of One Direction and everyone knows it.

So, when it was show day, you were the stage manager for the venue, you had to stop yourself from barfing as his tour equipment, plastered with his name, rolled inside.

You sighed, looking at your paper for the lighting queues, stage layout, and the sound system.

Just as you were laying everything out, and ready to set up for the night, you heard that stupid Irish voice. "Hey there, darling. Long time no see."

You rolled your eyes before you knew if he was talking to you or not. You turned around, your clipboard to your chest, and frowned when you saw Niall approaching with his guitar in hand.

"I'm not your darling."

He smiled. "Alright. Well, I figured darling was better than witch, so..." he shrugged.

You sighed. "Are you ready to go on stage?"

"I'd rather sit here and talk to you," he smirked.

"I'd rather walk on 1,000 porcupines."

"Ouch," Niall scrunched up his face.

"You have 15 seconds," you said, putting on your headset. "14, 13..."

"Alright. Alright. I'll catch ya later, darling." Niall smirked before he walked onto stage.

You sighed one more time before saying, "one." Niall and the band could hear you through their in-ears so the second you said that, the opening chords of "Nice To Meet Ya" played. And you hated that you knew that.

You had to stop your foot from tapping to the beat. This song was so dumb. Why does he love the sea? Ugh.

You made the mistake of looking up just as he thrusted his hips at the last "whoo." You cleared your throat and your stage hand looked at you. You rolled your eyes, acting like that didn't completely turn you on.

It didn't help that he wore a sleeveless shirt and had gained a lot more muscle than the last time he was here. You bit your lip around your pencil and nearly missed the next lighting queue.

"Shit. Spotlight please," you whispered into your headset. The spotlight turned to Niall just before he began his short acoustic set.

He was glowing in that light. You could see the sweat dripping off him and you had to swallow.

"Are you ok?" You heard your assistant ask.

"Hmm?"

"You're like sweating."

"Oh. Yeah. It's just a bit warm. Plus, I almost missed that queue," you shrugged. "I'm fine."

"Mmmhmm," she said, eyeing you.

She walked away, making sure the next guitar that Niall was swapping out, was ready as you composed yourself.

What was wrong with you?

After the acoustic section, Niall made the crowd say his name, he swiveled his hips, winked, ran his hands down his body and said "owww!" And none of that was turning you on. No, of course not.

It did make you laugh when he looked hurt when he got up from his knees.

You had rolled your eyes so many times by the time Niall got to the last line of "Slow Hands" that you thought they were going to stay that way.

Niall got off the stage, hugging his band, and then winked at you before he went into his dressing room.

You sighed, taking off your headset, thankful for the show to be over.

You had shut off the switches and your headset and cleaned up the area before heading to leave. You were the last person there and you shut the lights off.

However, before you could leave, you were stopped at the door by a delivery person. You thanked them and took the food. Of course, it was for Niall.

You asked everyone if they could take it to them, many rejecting because they had to go, had another job to do, or were too starstruck to talk to him. So, you were stuck with the task.

You sighed as you walked down the hall, finding the room labeled "Niall Horan."

You knocked on the door and waited a few seconds.

"Yes? Who is it?"

You sighed. "I have your food."

You heard some fumbling. Niall opened the door and you shoved it into his chest. His bare chest.

When you pulled away, you realized Niall was in a towel.

"Sorry. Were you in the shower?"

"I was about to get in," Niall said. "But... I guess it can wait."

He smelled like sweat. Why was it turning you on?

"Right. Well, I'll let you get to it."

"Gone so soon?" He smirked. "You don't want to join?"

"Uck," you pushed on his chest, his sweaty, muscular chest. "Pig."

Niall smirked. "You want some food? I have enough here to feed a book club."

You chuckled. Oh God. Why did you chuckle?

Niall smirked. "Come and have some food (Y/N). You worked just as hard as me."

He walked into his dressing room and put the food on the table.

"That's definitely not true," you said. "I mean...," realizing what you said.

Niall couldn't help but beam. "You were watching me out there?" He asked, taking a wing and eating it.

"That's kind of my job."

"But, not off stage," he smirked as he put his wing bone on a napkin. "Yet, here you are now," he licked his finger of the sauce, "watching me."

"You wish," you rolled your eyes.

"I don't have to wish anything, darling. It's quite obvious."

"You are so conceited. You make me sick," you nearly spat.

"Do I?" He asked, running his hand through his hair. "Then, why are you beginning to sweat and your eyes are blown out?"

"Cause you irritate me," you stamped your foot.

"Is that right?" Niall asked, folding his arms.

"Yes. It is. Enjoy your food," you turned to leave and Niall followed. However, when he tried to stop you and walk forward, his towel fell down. And he had nothing on under it.

Niall had your arm in his hand and you were both breathing heavy now. You would not look down, only at his face.

"Put that thing away. It's pathetic."

Niall just chuckled.

"I could sue you for harrassment," you said.

"But you won't. Because it's killing you not to look properly. Isn't it?" He cocked his head to the side.

When you didn't answer and all you could do was swallow, Niall grabbed your chin. "If you are uncomfortable and want to say I'm harassing you, go. Walk away and do it. But, if you aren't..." he pointed down to his cock and raised his eyebrow.

"You're disgusting," you said.

"And you're not leaving."

Your heart was pounding at this point. Why were you thinking about sucking his dick? Like honestly contemplating it.

You hadn't had any action in a while, so your pussy was making the decisions for you, not your brain.

You fell to your knees before you could even register what you were doing. Niall smirked and grabbed on his cock, pumping it. "I always knew you were a slut for this cock."

"Just.... shut up and let's get this over with," you said.

Niall smirked so big, you rolled your eyes. "Get it over with? Oh no, baby. I'm gonna take my time with you."

"Please don't make me throw up anymore than I feel like I am now."

"No promises," he said, his cock extremely close to your lips now. "Once my cock his your uvula, who knows what could happen."

"You wish it was that big."

Niall chuckled. "Why don't you test it out and see?" He stroked his cock in front of your face, pre-cum already leaking from the head.

You grabbed onto his cock and practically hissed. "Ugh. This is just giving you an even bigger head."

"The only big head right now is the one in your hands."

You rolled your eyes and licked up the side of his cock. "God, I don't know if your ego could get any bigger. I might have to leave the room."

"My ego won't, honey, but my cock certainly will the second your mouth wraps around it."

You rolled your eyes, but still licked around his tip before putting his cock in your mouth. "That's it, baby," Niall moaned. "Fuck yes."

At this point, Niall took over. He guided your head further onto his cock and you were choking within what felt like seconds.

"God, look at you. Pathetic little slut just choking on my cock. That's all your good for, hmm?"

All you could do was gurgle around his length. "Finally found a way to shut you up. I'll have to do this more often."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but suddenly they were filled with tears as his cock was all the way down your throat. You spat around his cock and tried to breathe through your nose. Niall wiped a tear away with the hand not on your head and pouted. "Aww. Crying cause you finally got a taste of this cock, hmm?"

You tapped him, indicating that you really couldn't breathe and he took his hand off your hair. You pulled off his cock and coughed violently. Hoarsely, you said, "I still hate you."

"Do you, baby?" He asked, tapping his cock on your lips. "That's a shame. Cause my cock is loving your little whore mouth."

"You're a jerk."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But you're the one with my cock in your mouth."

You wiped off your spit.

"You gonna finish me off or what?" He asked.

"What if I just walked away right now and left you to jerk your tiny cock off in the shower?"

Niall raised his eyebrows. "Then, I'd be thinking about you the whole time, baby. How you got down on your knees so easily for me."

"Alright," you held up your hands. "If I finish you off, will you shut the fuck up and never bother me again?"

"Aww, but we're having so much fun."

You went to get up and Niall tried to put you back down. "No, no. I promise. Just please," he grabbed onto his cock. "Please, (Y/N). Just wanna see you choke on my cock one more time."

You rolled your eyes and put his cock back in your mouth. This time he let you be in charge. His hands only caressed your face. "That's a good girl for me. Look at you. My cock goes down your throat so easily." Just as he said that you sputtered on his cock. "God, (Y/N), I'm going to dream about this tonight."

When your mouth was lined up with his balls, you choked and concentrated on breathing. "That's it. I'm so close now, darling."

You pulled off a bit and bobbed your head up and down his cock. Niall's mouth hung open and he grabbed onto the back of your head as he came in your mouth. "Fuck," he said in a shudder.

When he pulled his cock out, his cum dripped from our mouth. He pulled your head back. "Swallow it, you slut."

You cringed and swallowed his cum. When it all went down your throat, you gagged. You wiped your mouth off and snarled at Niall.

He was happy as anything, chowing down on another chicken wing.

"You do need a shower. You taste disgusting."

"Mmm. I've been told otherwise," he said, pointing the wing at you. "Plus, you seemed to quite enjoy it." He reached up and wiped a bit of cum off your lip.

"It was the worst thing I've ever done," you lied.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So, you're not wet right now?" He asked, wiping his hands together to clean off the sauce from his food.

You chuckled. "Not even a drop. I'm drier than the Sahara Desert."

"Let's prove it."

"You're such a pervert," you said, hitting his chest.

"Maybe," he finished chewing. "But, I'm a pervert who's right."

"In your dreams, Horan."

"I'll tell you what?" He picked up the money off the table. "I'll bet you this tip I was going to give the delivery guy that you're soaked."

You snorted. "So, now I'm a prostitute?"

"I'm never said that. You were the one who got on your knees."

When you didn't say anything, he told you to lean against his couch and turn around. You did as he said and he smirked when he pulled down your pants and saw that your panties were soaked. "Looks like I win."

"Good. I don't want your money anyway."

"No?" He asked, leaning over to nibble on your ear. "Would you settle for my cock entering your slick pussy?"

"God, I hate you."

"I know, darling," he said, as he pulled down your panties. "And I'm gonna fuck you like I hate you too."

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Niall Horan, the man that you are.

Welcome to The Show

This is the beginning of my Niall Horan TSLOT fic. I will still be doing the requests I have, but I wanted to get this kickstarted.

I hope you guys like. I followed this request, but might change it up a bit, so I hope that's ok.

WARNINGS: almost full male nudity, cursing, flirting, pet names. That's it for now, but it will get more steamy

Wc: 4251

based off this ask

“So, yeah. The tour is all planned, dates and such. I just need to figure out the setlist and hire people, etc,” Niall told Harry as they sat on the couch in your apartment.

You and your brother, Harry, shared an apartment. It wasn’t ideal, but you had just graduated college about a year ago and Harry had an extra room available and needed money for rent. Your parents moved to Florida when you went to college and you didn’t want to do that, so moving in with your brother was the best move. You two had always gotten along anyway.

Now, Niall. Niall is your brother’s best friend. They have been best friends since they were 10 years old. And you have always had a stupid fat crush on Niall. Not only is he good looking (and has gotten better looking as you’ve gotten older), but he is so kind and nice to you. He is talented and you really can’t stop thinking about his arms. 

You sat on the recliner in the living room, just feet from the two men who meant the most to you in this world. As they drank beer, discussed tour, and watched a basketball game, you sketched on your sketch pad. You went to school for fashion design. You had always loved fashion, drawing, and always wanted to design your own clothes. Although you lived in sweats, so people probably couldn’t tell. You had an internship at a fashion magazine that you really loved, but they folded under and now you were looking for work again. You’d been unemployed for about six months.

“That’s great, man! I’m so happy for you,” Harry said, tapping him on the back.Harry wanted to come on tour with him, but he didn’t have that much time off work. He was, however, planning on coming for about two weeks and then working remotely for one, so he could spend time with his best friend on his biggest tour yet.

You minded your own business as the boys talked, but you couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances Niall would give you when Harry looked at the TV or got up to go to the bathroom. You felt yourself tingling when you caught each other’s eyes.

Niall came over your place a lot. And you were very comfortable with him, but sometimes you’d get tongue-tied, especially if the boys just came back from the gym and were all sweaty and muscly. But, he rarely looked at you the way he is now.

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A few weeks went by and Niall seemed stressed. He sat at the desk you had in the corner, which housed your laptop, notebooks, sketchpads, and more. 

Harry sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. 

You were in your room, drawing again. Sometimes you felt like you intervened on guy time and just let them hang out by themselves. Although they never seemed to minded. 

“Ok. I have everything planned. Lights, stage, setlist, caterer, crew, tech, etc. The only thing I’m missing is a stylist,” Niall tapped his pen on his paper.

“A stylist?” Harry asked. “Can’t you just like grab clothes from your closet?” 

“Not really. It’s not that simple. I need comfortable clothing that still looks presentable on stage. Something that will make the fans scream, but also I won’t be itchy in, ya know?” 

Harry shrugged, not really understanding. 

“Whatever, man. It’s a whole thing,” Niall explained.

“Well, what happened to the stylist from your last tour?” Harry wondered. 

“I called them. They work at Vogue now and won’t have the time,” Niall frowned. 

“Ahh.” The boys sat there in silence for a few seconds. “Hey, what about (Y/N)?” 

“What about her?” Niall asked, his face getting warm at the mention of your name.

“She has a degree in fashion. I’m sure she’d love to do it,” Harry suggested. “Plus, she’s out of work, so the extra cash could help us.”

Niall waved his pen at Harry. “You’re a genius! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.”

He got up from his chair, putting his notepad down. He then walked to your room and gently knocked on the door. You weren’t really listening to their conversation, even though you wanted to, and had soft music playing in the background. You paused it when you heard the knock. “Hello?” 

“(Y/N)? It’s Niall,” you heard the voice on the other side of the door say. 

You smiled. Of course, you knew it was him. You fluffed up your hair and made sure your outfit looked ok before opening the door. Granted you were in sleep pants, an oversized shirt, and socks, but oh well. “What’s up?” you asked him as you opened it.

You were breathless when you saw him leaning against your doorframe in a tight t-shirt and jeans. 

He smiled. “Hello, sweet and wonderful (Y/N).” 

You blushed. “What do you want?” You know the guys buttered you up when they wanted something from you.

“Can I come in?” 

You swallowed. Niall Horan in your bedroom? Yes, please! You gestured for him to walk in and he did so. You left your door open, which maybe wasn’t a good idea, but he wasn’t taking his clothes off, so you figured you were safe.

“Please make yourself at home,” you gestured. 

“Thanks,” Niall said, plopping on your bed. 

Ok, don’t let him see you squeezing your legs together. Keep calm!

He ran a finger on the pattern of your comforter as you sat on the floor and cleared your throat. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right,” Niall said, clapping his hands together. “So, as you probably know, I’m planning my tour.” You nodded. “And everything’s going great. I’m hiring all the people I need and putting the setlist together.” You nodded again. “But, I’m missing one key person- a stylist.” 

“Oh. That’s not good.” 

“No, it’s not.” 

“So, why are you telling me?” you wondered. 

“Well, I figured maybe you could do it,” he proposed. 

You sat there speechless, wondering if you really heard what he said. 

When you didn’t answer for a minute, Niall waved his hand in front of you. “Hello? Did you hear me?” 

“Sorry. Me? You want me to be your stylist… for your world tour?” 

“Yes. I want you,” he said, a bit of a smirk on his face. 

“Niall, I can’t,” you shook your head and picked at the rug on your floor.

“Why not? Got a job lined up or something?” 

“No no! I just… I don’t think I’m good enough,” you shrugged. 

“Psssh,” Niall said, leaning forward. “Well that’s no way to think.” 

You shrugged again, looking him in the eyes this time. 

He leaned back on your bed, his hands planted behind him. “Sell yourself to me.” 

“Excuse me?” you swallowed. 

Niall sat up. “Pitch yourself like you were going into a job interview.” 

“Um, ok,” you stood up and wiped your pants off. You fluffed your hair and put a smile on your face. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design from Olivia University, where I graduated from last year. I am a bit older than typical college graduates though, as I took gap year, or two.” Niall smiled. “Um,” you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I used to work for Bust Magazine, where I was the designer and sometimes stylist. Um, they went under though. I wasn’t fired or anything.” Niall’s smile grew bigger.

“And now I’m… well I guess I’m in between jobs. But, I sketch daily! I love drawing and designing and I hope to have my own fashion line one day. But, I guess that’s just a really big dream. I know this look isn’t helping, but I typically wear very nice clothes.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah. I guess that’s it,” you bit your lip. 

Niall chuckled and clapped. “Very good.” He noticed he dropped something on the floor and picked it up just as you walked up to him. “Did you draw this?” 

You noticed it was a picture of him on stage in a leather vest, black jeans, black heeled boots, and no shirt. “Oh God. That’s-. That’s nothing,” you tried to take it out of his hands. 

“This is really good (Y/N). Honestly,” he said, taking it out of your reach.

“I, uh-.” 

“You got my abs wrong though,” Niall pointed to his stomach in the photo.

You jokingly hit him on the shoulder and he chuckled, rubbing it. 

He put the drawing down and looked at you. “So, will you please?” He jutted his lip out and put his hands together in a praying gesture. 

“I don’t know, Niall,” you shook your head. “I don’t want you looking like a fool on stage.” 

“A fool? Show me something you’ve designed… not on paper.” 

“Umm…” you looked through your closet, riffling through the clothes. “I guess this.” You held up a vest with intricate designs on it. 

“You made that?” Niall asked, walking over towards you, grabbing the clothing. 

“Yeah. It’s not that good though and-.” 

He shut you up by putting his fingers under your chin. “Stop saying that. This is amazing, (Y/N). Wow.” 

You bit your lip as you ran your thumb over the vest. “Thanks.” 

“So will you?” 

“Ni,” you sighed. 

And then he did something unexpected. He got on his knees and begged you. “Please (Y/N). Please. I want you to design my tour outfits. You can even just style me if you want and get the clothes from someplace else. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I guess I could use the experience.” 

Niall smiled. “So, you’ll do it?” 

“Yeah. I’ll do it!” 

He picked you up and hugged you, twirling you around your room. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. You wondered if he could feel it when he put you down and kissed you on the cheek. “Thank you. Oh, thank you, (Y/N)! And welcome to The Show.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled..

“Just email me your information and stuff, so I can make sure my manager puts you on the payroll and stuff.” 

“Oh, no. You don’t have to pay me,” you chuckled. 

“Are you kidding? Yes, I do.” 

“Really. I’ll just do it as a favor to you,” you said. 

“(Y/N), I’m paying you. You’re part of this tour and you deserve compensation for your work, ok? No arguing.” 

You bit your lip as you heard Harry say from the doorway, “We could use the money for rent.” 

“Harry! This doesn’t involve you.” 

“Oh, but it does. I’m the one who suggested you to him,” he folded his arms. 

You looked at Niall, who nodded. “He did. I don’t know how I didn’t think of you on my own.” 

Your face got hot. You think of him every day, but that’s a different story. 

“Ok fine. What email do I need to send it to?” you asked, opening your phone notes. 

Niall smiled and typed it in, leaving his phone number and his manager’s underneath it. “Thank you again, (Y/N). I owe you big time.” 

“Oh, it’s no biggie really,” you shrugged. 

Niall looked at the time on his phone. “I’ve got to go, but text me with ideas and stuff, ok? I wanna know what you’re thinking.” 

Does he though? Does he really want to know what you’re thinking?

“Ok,” you squeaked out. 

Niall said goodbye to Harry and he shut your door as he walked his friend out. You kicked your feet and fell onto your bed, smiling. You pinched yourself to make sure this was real. Ow! Yep. Definitely real.

~~~~~~~~~~

You did nothing for the next week except sketch outfits to show Niall. He had texted you to ask you how it was going. You told him that you had a lot of ideas, but you couldn’t make anything yet because you needed his measurements.

So if you could send those to me ASAP, I’d appreciate it 🙂

I don’t know how to do that. Why don’t you come over and measure me?

Now?

Yeah. I’m not doing anything right now

Ok. Holy shit. Your heart was pounding. Yeah. Let me get some supplies and I’ll head right over.

Perfect. Do you need anything from me?

Dear God. You had to close your eyes and swallow. No, just be ready. 🙂 Do you need anything from me? I’m going to go get coffee. Do you want one?

Coffee sounds nice

Ok. Awesome. I’ll get you one

Thanks, darling

See you soon

You composed yourself, got dressed into skinny jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, and sneakers. You made sure your ponytail was sleek and smooth, brushed your teeth, grabbed your sketch pad, and headed out the door. The whole time you were in the drivethrough to get coffee, your heart was pounding. 

You finally got out of the drivethrough, two coffees sitting in a holder in your passenger seat, and headed to Niall’s apartment. You had been there before for parties and such, but you had never been there without Harry, or alone for that matter.

You took all of your supplies and coffees and headed to Niall’s penthouse. When you rang the bell, it took a little while for Niall to answer the door, but it was a big place, so you understood.

When he finally did get to the door, you were taken aback. He had messy bed head, gray sweatpants, and a very tight t-shirt on. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly. 

“Let me take those,” Niall said, taking the tray of coffees from you and inviting you in. He put the cups on the counter, thanked you, and then took a sip from his. “So, let me see what you’ve got cooking.” 

“Um,” you tried to get your head on straight and realize what he just said. He smelled like vanilla and strawberries and it was making you dizzy. “Right,” you took your sketchbook out of your bag and showed him. 

Niall sat at the chair by his counter and opened your sketchbook before you could even grab it. He smiled at designs and nodded at the ones he really liked. “You’re so talented, (Y/N). This is insane.” 

Your face got hot at his compliment. “Thanks. If you have any other ideas, write them down or just tell me and I can sketch it out.” 

He shook his head. “I trust you. I like what I’m seeing so far.”

“O-ok.” 

“So, my measurements,” Niall said.

“Right,” you chuckled nervously, getting up. “Uh,” you rummaged through your bag to get a measuring tape. “Yeah. You should probably stand up.”

Niall chuckled and did what you asked. “Where should we go?” 

“What’s a good spot for you?”

“Here. The living room is spacious. Let’s go there,” he guided you over to his living room and then clapped his hands together. You put your bag and things down on the couch. Niall stood there with his hands on his hips. 

You cleared your throat. “Um, yeah. Ok. So, let me measure you.” 

“Should I take my shirt off?” he asked, his fingers at the hem on his tee.

“Uh, yeah. That’d probably be best,” you smiled nervously. 

“Right,” Niall slipped his shirt off and tossed it on the couch. 

Your mouth hung open and you swear you felt drool running down your lip. When you didn’t say anything for a good minute, Niall smirked. “Memorizing the abs for your next drawing?” 

“Huh?” you asked, finally making contact with his eyes. He had a devious smile on his face. “Yeah. Right,” you chuckled. “Um, ok. Let’s get you measured.” You took out your sketchpad and a pen, so you could write down the numbers and rested it on the coffee table. You picked up the measuring tape and told him to hold out his arms, so you could get his wingspan. Dear God, he was long. 

It was going well for now. When you wrapped the tape around his waist, his abs flexed and he giggled. “Sorry, your hands are cold.” 

“Oh, sorry!” you took your hands away quickly from his warm body and tried to shake them out to get them to normal temperature. 

“It’s ok, (Y/N),” he chuckled. 

“Right. Let me continue,” you said, clearing your throat. You put the measuring tape around Niall’s neck next and you saw his Adam’s Apple bob. 

“Geez (Y/N). If you’re going to choke me, at least take me to dinner first,” he smirked, winking. 

You chuckled nervously and your hand shakily wrote down the number. “Sorry. I didn’t think it was that tight.” 

Niall reached out and squeezed your arm. “I’m pulling your leg. You’re fine.” 

“Ok,” you said nervously, making sure you had all the numbers down. 

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” Niall asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“Me? Yeah. I’m great,” you smiled at him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?” 

“Mmmhmm.”

“Then, why are you packing up?” he asked. 

“Huh? Cause I’m done,” you said.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” 

“I’m going to have to wear pants on tour,” Niall folded his arms. 

“Yeah. I know.” 

“So, shouldn’t you get those measurements too?” 

“Oh. Right,” you chuckled, unraveling the measuring tape. “Sorry. I think I’m just nervous.” 

“Nervous?” Niall raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah. About making clothes for you. I want them to turn out right.” You ran your hands down your pants. You were really nervous about Niall taking his pants off.

“(Y/N), you’ve got to stop doubting yourself. You are so talented, alright?” he said, putting his hand under your chin once again.

You tried to swallow, or smile, or say something, but all your body could register to do was nod.

“Shall we continue?” he asked. 

You nodded quicker and Niall removed his hands from your chin. He moved back a bit and took his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You tried not to stare, you really did, but the outline of his cock was right there. And it was not something that could be missed. You’ve seen Niall in a bathing suit before, but this was… new territory. 

You swallowed. “Ready?” Niall asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled up at him. You put the tape around his waist first, which caused you to wrap your arms around him and have Niall smirk. You wrote down the number, trying not to make eye contact with your brother’s best friend. You did breathe in though at one point, and his smell nearly made your eyes roll back.

Your hands were no longer cold, the more you moved down his body. You measured his thighs, the length from his ankle to his waist, and everything else you needed. By the end, you felt like you had just finished a grueling workout with how much you were sweating.

By the time you wrote the last number down, your hand was shaky. You were literally eye level with his cock, as you were kneeling to get his measurements. And when you were done, you noticed it had filled out his underwear a bit more than when you started. 

“Ok. I’m all done now,” you got up and did not make eye contact with Niall. “I just need your shoe size.” 

“8,” he said. “Do you need some water or something? You’re sweating a lot. Are you sick?” 

You wrote down his shoe size, continuously scribbling over it. “No. I’m ok,” you said, without looking at him. “Thank you, Ni. Text me if you have any input on what you want to wear, ok?”

You put your bag on your shoulder and started to walk towards his front door. “You’re leaving?” you heard him call behind you. 

“Well, yeah. We’re finished, aren’t we?” 

“Are we?” he asked, his arms folded. 

You swallowed and turned around. “What do you mean?” 

“Why are you so anxious to leave all of a sudden?” 

“Well, my job’s done for now. Wanna get going on those designs, you know?” you chuckled nervously. When he didn’t say anything, you continued. “Plus, I don’t want to take up your day. You probably have a lot more important things to worry about.”

“This is important.”

You just nodded, not knowing what to say. 

“Will you stay for a bit? I have some wine,” Niall suggested. 

“Um, yeah. But, can you put some clothes on, please?” 

Niall smirked as he grabbed his pants. “Don’t like the view, hmm?”

No you did. That’s exactly why you needed him to put on some pants because he is your brother’s best friend and you had to eliminate the thoughts you had when you were kneeling in front of him. 

You swallowed. “Just let me know when I can look at you again.” 

“You can look at me anytime you want, darling,” Niall said, pulling his shirt back on.

You looked at Niall, now fully-clothed, and he smirked back at you, running his tongue over his lips. 

“I’ll-I’ll take that water now,” you stammered. 

“Mmmhmm,” he said, still looking back at you as he walked to his kitchen. He got your water and a glass of wine for him.

When he walked back to you with a full glass of water, you could feel your heart pounding. You took it in your shaky hand, suddenly parched. You gulped down the water as Niall watched you as he slowly sipped his wine. When you finished with the water, you handed the glass back to him. “Thank you.” 

“Sure,” he took it back, walking it back to the kitchen, and putting it in his dishwasher. 

You sat down on his couch for only a second because you felt like you were going to pass out. 

When he came back to you, he smiled. “Decided to stay, hmm?”

You bit your lip. “No. Actually I just felt a bit dizzy, so I needed to sit down for a second.” 

“Dizzy?” Niall asked, getting on his knees in front of you. “Can’t have that.” 

“I’m fine,” you said, running your hands over your face quickly. 

“How many fingers?” Niall asked holding up three of them.

“Um, six?” you joked.

He smirked. “I may need to nurse you back to health.” He put a hand up to your forehead. 

You swallowed again, loudly this time, and you think Niall noticed. 

“Seriously, are you ok?” he wondered, poking your shin with his finger. 

You let out a big sigh and closed your eyes. “Yes. I’m great.” 

When you opened them, he smiled. “Can’t have my stylist passing out on me. I might only go on stage in socks and undies.” 

“I don’t think your fans would hate that,” you looked down, smiling.

“You wouldn’t either, would you?” he winked. 

If you were drinking your water right now, you would have spit it out. How did you answer that?

“Ni…”

He just winked at you as he got up and stretched. He grabbed your sketchbook from the couch. “Now you can draw my abs properly for the next outfit.” You kicked him jokingly and he chuckled. “I’m just trying to ease the tension.” 

Tension? Was there tension? God, you needed to get out of here. 

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah,” you took the book back from him and put it in your bag. 

You stood up and when you did you were face to face with Niall, only a couple inches shorter than him. 

“Are you going to be ok with all this?” Niall whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“This?” You swallowed. 

He chuckled. “Seeing me almost naked every show to dress me.” 

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Please.” 

Niall had the biggest smirk on his face. “You’re very jumpy today.” 

“I told you I’m nervous.” 

“Because of me?” 

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you nearly whispered. 

“Stop saying that, babe,” he poked you in the sides. “You could never disappoint me. I’m gonna look so sexy on stage no matter what.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as he did a little dance. 

Niall took your hand and your heart nearly stopped. He kissed it gently. “Believe in yourself. You’re so talented.” 

You let out a shaky breath, ignoring his comment. “Well, I better get to work. We only have like a month left.” 

“Don’t exhaust yourself now,” he said, walking you towards the door. “And document your hours so you get paid for it.” 

“It’ll be a trial run,” you said. “To see if you like them.” 

“(Y/N),” he nearly growled while hanging onto the doorway. “You’re getting paid.” 

“Yes, sir,” you swallowed. 

Sir? What the hell were you saying? 

Niall smirked. He took your chin in his hand once again. “Good girl,” he winked. “Off you go.” 

Your legs forgot how to move. Your brain might have shut down as well. You turned quickly without saying another word and walked to the elevator. 

As you pressed the button and waited for the doors to open, you looked back at Niall’s door. He was still standing there, making sure you got on safely. 

You waved like an idiot and he waved back, beaming. The second you got on the elevator your legs literally buckled. Good girl? The wink. 

Lord, you were not going to survive this tour. 

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Welcome to the Show -Part 3

We are back!

WARNINGS: drinking, grinding, cursing, dirty dancing, some flirting, some angst, I think that's it.

wc: 6951

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Tour was finally here and you hadn’t talked to Niall since his confession. You were afraid you would kiss him and it would just complicate everything. You knew you had to talk to him eventually, especially if you were dressing him for every show.

You took a deep breath before you got into an Uber and headed to the venue where the tour buses were. Luckily, the first stop was only one state over, so you didn’t have to fly yet. You weren’t the biggest fan of flying.

You packed some bags for yourself, and brought more outfits that you had sewn up for Niall, and finally arrived on the tour buses. You had been on one with some of the crew members. They were all nice and excited for the tour. But, you were more nervous thinking about seeing Niall again. 

You had taken a bit of a nap, and when you woke up, you were at the venue, 13 hours later.

You got off the bus, with the help of the driver, took your bags, and the clothes you had left for Niall, and headed inside the venue. It was already bustling with people. You checked in, getting your lanyard, and then headed to the wardrobe room. Your room was a bit bigger than the others as you had a lot to work with. You spread everything out, leaving a few options for tonight, and adding the new clothes to the collection. 

Just as you had placed the last shirt on the rack, the door opened. You turned around slowly and saw a freshly-showered Niall standing before you with wet hair, and a towel around his waist. 

“Hey…. (Y/N),” he finally said after some quiet.

“Hello. Happy opening day!” 

“Thanks,” he smiled, running his hand on the back of his hair. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Mmmm,” you smiled.

“Is this what you picked out for tonight?” Niall asked, running his hands on the black silk tank top. 

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “That with the dark purple jeans and the Chelseas.” 

“I love it,” he smiled.

You smiled back. 

Niall got changed, turning around and quickly putting on his underwear, before turning back to you. 

You held up the shirt and Niall swam into it. Then, he put on his jeans and zipped himself up. He laced up his boots, making sure to double knot them. When he was done, he brushed his hair the way he wanted and he was done. 

You looked at him through the mirror and smiled. He caught your eye. “Honey, I’m sorry,” he said.

“What are you sorry for?” you distracted yourself with a shirt on the rack.

“I made things awkward between us,” Niall gave a half smile. 

You shook your head and shrugged. 

“I know I did because you didn’t text me back.” 

You swallowed. “I just… needed time to think.” 

Niall turned around and walked towards you. You turned to face him and you swallowed again. He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Listen, it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way. I shooted my shot and that’s that. I’m not mad at you.” 

You looked down, but Niall lifted your face up. He looked up at the clock. “Shit. I’ve got to get on stage.” 

He made sure he looked good and grabbed onto the doorknob when you said, “I do though.” 

“What?” 

“I do… feel the same way. I’m just scared.”

A small smiled appeared on Niall’s face as he turned around. “Why are you scared?” 

“Because you’re my brother’s best friend and if something gets….fucked up between us, I don’t want Harry to have to choose. I can’t- I can’t do that to him,” you shook your head. 

Niall pouted. “I’ll always be in both your lives. No matter what.” 

“But, you’re my boss now too and I just…”

“So?” Niall shrugged.

You bit your lip. “Isn’t that like… not allowed?” 

“Says who?” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s just like common sense.” 

He gave a small shrug and smile. “Ok then (Y/N). I’ve got to go.” 

“Wait,” you said. 

And before you could think what you were doing, you were running up to him and kissing him. Niall’s arm wrapped around your back and he hummed into your mouth. The kiss lasted about 30 seconds before you pulled away. 

Niall had a dumb smile on his face now. “Sooo.” 

“Niall, ON STAGE NOW!” the stage manager was calling. 

“Meet me in my dressing room after the show. We’ll talk,” he said, before running out the door. 

You giggled to an empty door. OH MY GOD! You just kissed your brother’s best friend and he likes you back. This could be the best or the worst thing ever. 

You ran your hand down your face and fanned yourself as you made sure you looked ok in the mirror. You were sweating. You took a sip of your water and dipped some on your face. Phew!

Once you calmed yourself down, you walked out of the room and walked briskly backstage to where you could catch Niall performing, but not be seen by the crowd.

You came in halfway through the opening song, “Nice to Meet Ya.” That one was always one of your favorites. 

The more Niall moved around the stage, the more he sweated and the more you were getting turned on. He was incredibly talented, knew how to charm the crowd, and looked hella sexy while doing it. 

By the acoustic set, you had found a water bottle backstage and chugged it. If you were this worked up, you couldn’t imagine how worked up Niall was.

The concert was coming to an end, you snuck a peek at the setlist, and he only had one more song left. Despite it being one of your all-time favorites, “Slow Hands,” you decided to dip out and find Niall’s dressing room while everyone was distracted. 

It didn’t take you long after you found the correct hallway. His was the last door on the right. You turned the knob and closed the door behind you, letting out a big sigh. Once you were in the room, you didn’t know where to go. Should you just be standing there? Sit on the couch? Was he expecting you in his shower? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you heard people in the hallway, so you had to make a decision fast. You darted to the couch and sat on it, running your hands down your pant legs. 

A few minutes later, the door knob turned and your heart started to pound. When Niall entered, you calmed down a little, but not too much. “Hey!” he smiled. “I’m really glad you came,” he said, taking a swig of his water bottle. 

“Me too,” you said. After a few seconds of silence, “You were amazing out there.” 

“You watched?” he smirked. “Thanks.” 

“Of course I watched. Had to see if you needed any assistance in case your outfit tore or something,” you smirked. 

“Mmmmhmm,” Niall smirked, coming over to you. He took your hand and helped you stand up. You were now chest to chest and Niall’s hands were roaming your hips. “That’s exactly why you watched.” 

You giggled and put your arms around his neck. “Ok. I enjoyed watching you perform too and get all sweaty.” 

“Mmm. I figured,” Niall said, before his mouth was on yours. This kiss was much more passionate. Tongue was involved and you were both moaning. It lasted a lot longer than 30 seconds and was probably the hottest kiss you’ve ever had. 

When you finally pulled away to get some air, you were practically whimpering. Niall put his forehead against yours and smiled. “It’s ok that I kissed you, right?” 

You nodded. “Yes. Definitely.” 

“Good,” he said, pecking your lips. “Cause now that I’ve got a taste, I don’t think I could go without it.” 

You giggled again. “Niii.” 

He ignored you and started kissing your neck. You moved your hair away from your neck and he first placed light kisses on it, which turned into licks, and then full on bites and hickies. “You are so pretty, (Y/N). And you smell so good.” 

You knees buckled and Niall smirked. He took you to the couch and placed you on his lap. He kissed your neck again once he had you where he wanted you. You grabbed onto the back of his hair and moaned lowly. After a while, he moved to the other side of your neck and did the same thing. He then moved his mouth to your jaw and chin and then back up to your lips. 

Your lips were puffy and wet by the time the kissing had commenced. You were nervously playing with the neckline of Niall’s shirt as he stared at you. “What are you thinking about, honey?” 

“What… like what do you want this to be?” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, as he rubbed your hips. 

“Like… are we just going to make out in your dressing room when we feel like it, or actually date, or like… is it just like a sex thing?” you whispered the last part.

“What do you want it to be?” Niall asked.

You shrugged. “My head is still spinning from this whole thing. Are we even doing the right thing?” 

Niall pulled away. “Sorry. We can stop.” 

“No no! I just- like I said, I’m scared.” 

“(Y/N), look at me,” he said. You did. “You and Harry are two of the best people in my life. I’ll never let you guys go, no matter what happens.” 

“But, how can you say that? What if we date and we have a bad breakup and you… you never want to see me again?” 

Niall shook his head. “I don’t ever plan on breaking your heart.” 

“But, what if you do?” 

“Well, then maybe I don’t deserve to see you.” 

“But, Harry…” 

“Me and Harry will aways be brothers. Nothing’s going to change that,” he put a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Even though you just made out with his sister,” you said.

Niall chuckled. “Even that.” 

You sighed and thought about it. “Then, I’d really like to date you.” 

Niall smiled the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. He pecked your lips. “Me too. Fuck, (Y/N). Me fucking too.” 

You two made out a bit more until your lips were literally going to fall off. Niall took a quick shower and you scrolled on your phone. When he was done, he changed into comfy clothes and joined you on the couch. You laid on his lap and he ran his fingers through your hair. “So, how long have you liked me for?” 

You giggled. “Ni.” 

“I’m just curious.” 

“Since the seventh grade.” 

“That long? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Niall wondered. 

“Are you kidding? There was no way.” 

“Why not?” 

“Well, in middle school it was just a little crush and I figured it’d go away, but it didn’t,” you shrugged. “And then high school came along and you had a girlfriend and were super popular and well, we weren’t really in the same crowds.” 

Niall continued to listen, as his fingers combed your hair. “And then you got famous and you had a whole plethora of girls just throwing themselves at you. I figured I never even had a shot. Never thought you’d like little ol’ me.” 

“I’ve always liked you, honey.” 

“Really? For how long?” 

“Since the day I met you,” he said with such sincerity. 

“Yeah. Right.” 

“I mean it. I was going to walk up to you that day at the science fair before Harry walked up.” 

“Stupid, Harry,” you joked. Niall laughed. “So, why’d you wait?” 

“I didn’t think you’d like me back.” 

“What?” you sat up a bit. “Me? You’re way out of my league.” 

Niall nodded. “You are so far above my league, it’s insane.” 

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes.

“It’s true. And then you went off to college and we didn’t see each other for a bit. You were with that Chris guy. And I just… kept quiet.” 

You pouted. You were only with Chris to make Niall jealous, which apparently worked. 

“I wish you wouldn’t have,” you admitted. 

“Me too,” he said, lacing his fingers through yours. “But, I’ve got you now.” 

“Mmm,” you smiled. “You may have gotten to first base, but you still have to woo me on a date to get further.” 

Niall laughed. “I’ll take you on the best date of your life.” 

“I’ll take you up on that bet.” 

“Deal,” you shook on it.

This caused you to both laugh hysterically the rest of the night. When you were so tired, you couldn’t keep your eyes open, you grabbed your duffle from the wardrobe room and headed out to the tour buses.

There was no show tomorrow, so it was ok that you had a late night.

You were about to kiss Niall goodnight and go to your bus, when he pulled you closer to him. “Come sleep in my bus,” he pouted. 

“Am I allowed to?” you giggled. 

“Course you are.” 

“I won’t get in trouble?” 

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, making a cross over his heart. 

You giggled, taking Niall’s hand and walking towards his bus. His was a lot nicer than the one you had arrived on, a lot bigger too. 

He immediately took his shirt off and shoes and hopped into bed. He patted the spot next to him. 

“Let me get changed first and then I’ll be right there,” you told him, taping your bag.

“Right. Yeah,” he got up off the bed. “Bathroom’s here. Or you can change here. Wherever you want.” 

You kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.” 

You walked into the bathroom and set your stuff down. You rummaged through until you saw your pajamas, hair ties, and makeup remover wipes. 

You got changed, put your hair up, and removed your makeup. When you finished, you walked out and put your bag on the little couch. Niall was beckoning you over to him. “Hold your horses, boy.” 

Niall beamed. You were finally settled and crawled into bed beside him. 

He kissed you gently. “Can’t believe I have you in my bed.” 

“Don’t get any ideas, Horan. Not until you take me on a date,” you said, pulling the blanket on top of you. 

Niall pouted. “Not even a little groping?” 

You smacked his chest and he laughed. 

“Good night, Niall.” 

“Good night, pretty girl,” he said, kissing your forehead. 

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled your legs onto his hips. “Is this ok?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good,” he said, running his hand along your leg. You hadn’t shaved in a few days and you had some stubble on your legs. Niall didn’t seem to mind though. 

He pulled you close to him and his scent made you go dizzy. You probably wouldn’t be getting a lot of sleep tonight. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up, your neck was a bit stiff and your hair was messed up. Your face was plastered into Niall’s chest. When you stirred because you had to go to the bathroom, you accidentally woke Niall up. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

Niall smiled, giving you a peck. “Morning, pretty.” 

“Sorry I’d love to stay here, but I really have to pee,” you bit your lip. 

Niall chuckled. “Oh!” He let go of you and you used his tiny tour bus bathroom. You gargled with the mouthwash on the sink, went to the bathroom, washed your hands, and smoothed out your hair. 

When you walked back out, Niall was still in bed. You bit your lip. As you rummaged through your bag for clothes, Niall sat up. “Excited to start the day?” he chuckled. 

“I just figured I’d get dressed and give you some space.” 

“Why?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Um…,” you shrugged. 

“Come back to bed, baby. I want to sleep some more.” 

You bit your lip and scurried back to bed. He lifted the blanket up. “Is it ok if I call you baby? It just kind of slipped out.” 

You nodded shyly. “You can call me whatever you want.” 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” Niall growled. 

You giggled. “Ok. Sorry. Let’s go back to sleep.” 

Niall gave you another kiss and then you slept for a couple more hours. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up for a second time, you saw a shirtless Niall whistling on his bus. He had a pan in his hand and flipped it before getting eggs out of his fridge. When you sat up, you stretched and rubbed your eyes. “Morning again, sleepy head.” 

“Morning,” you smiled. You shuffled out of bed and stood groggily next to Niall at the stove. “What are we having?” 

“Whatever your heart desires, love.” 

“Mmmm.” 

“Nothing too fancy. Only got a couple of ingredients here,” he pulled them towards him so you could see. You giggled. 

You bit your lip. “Do you know how to make French toast?” 

Niall scoffed, taking the loaf of bread and pulling slices out. “Do I know how to make French toast? Sit your cute tushy on that chair and watch. How many pieces do you want?”

You giggled as you sat down. “Two is fine.”

Niall nodded, cracked the egg in the pan, and began to make your French toast. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he did. The muscles in his back and arms twitched, he was humming some tune, and you really wanted to climb him like a tree.

No stop. This is not a good idea to have. Date first, then sexy stuff. You swallowed. You could do this. 

It didn’t take Niall long to make breakfast, so you were enjoying your French toast in no time. You had it with some coffee and Niall had the same.

All throughout breakfast, Niall just kept staring at you. “What?” you asked, as you chewed. “Do I have something in my teeth?” 

“No. You’re just the prettiest thing I’ve ever woken up to, so I figured I might as well take it in.” 

You rolled your eyes at the cheesy line, but inside your stomach was fluttering. “Nice try.” 

“What?” 

“You’re trying to compliment me to seduce me.” 

“Is it working?” he smirked. 

You hit him on his shoulder. “Ow! This isn’t going to work if you’re abusive.”

“Sorry.” You shuffled some food around on your plate before you said the next thing. “So, we never really defined this.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Us. What are we doing here?” 

“Eating breakfast.” 

“Niall, I’m going to hit you again. Be serious,” you folded your arms. 

Niall pulled your chair over next to him and put his arm around you, rubbing your side. “What do you want us to be?”

“Umm.” 

“Be honest now. You’re not going to scare me away,” Niall smirked.

“Ok,” you sighed. “I’d really like for us to date. Be exclusive. You know? I know we know a lot about each other, but why not learn more before we take it to the next level?” 

Niall nodded, wiping his mouth on a napkin. “Yeah. Sounds good to me. Except one condition.” 

“What’s that?” you asked, finishing your food. 

Niall leaned into you and whispered into your ear. “If you’re going to make me wait, you have to stop being so damn sexy.” 

You almost choked on your last piece. The swallow was a hard one, but it went down. You chuckled nervously and blushed profusely. “Oh. That- that’ll be easy because I’m not very sexy.” 

Niall didn’t respond. He just pulled you onto his lap and trapped your mouth in a kiss. But, it was a heated kiss, one that made your brain shut down for just a second. When his tongue entered your mouth, you yelped and Niall moaned. His hands roamed down your body, stopping at the top of your thighs. He was sucking on your tongue. Your lips smacked together and it was wet and hot. 

When he pulled away, he kissed your neck. “Don’t ever say that again, you hear me?” he asked in such a calm tone that you almost wondered if he was talking to you. You nodded. Niall picked his head up and looked you in the eyes. “God, you’re so sexy (Y/N).” 

You looked down in between the both of you and bit your lip. You felt giddy inside. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. 

Niall smiled too. “You good?” 

“Yeah,” you shook your head. “I just can’t believe I’m in your lap and you want to date me and you’re kissing me and you think I’m sexy. Honestly, if I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.” 

Niall chuckled and rubbed your thighs. “It’s all real, baby. I’m just sad we wasted so much time not telling each other how we really feel.” 

You shrugged. “I would’ve never if you hadn’t so…” 

“No?” Niall raised an eyebrow. “Scared of little ol’ me?” 

“Scared of getting rejected by you, yes. You are so out of my league.” 

“Please, (Y/N),” he rolled his eyes. “You have that all wrong.” 

“I don’t but we’ll agree to disagree.”

“Mmmm.”

You giggled and kissed him some more until his legs went number from you sitting on him. 

When you got up, you got kind of sad. “I guess you have to go to practice, right?” 

“Nope,” he threw his napkin in the trash can. “Got a day off today.” He beamed. “Any ideas on how I should spend it?” 

You intertwined your fingers with his. “Well, if you want to get past first base, you could take me on a date.” 

Niall stood up from the table so fast. “Yes! When and where. You tell me.” 

“Where are we again?” 

“We’re in Nashville, Tennessee, baby! Yeehaw!” he started to skip and pretend to ride a horse around the bus. 

You cracked up so hard you snorted. But you quickly caught yourself and stopped. Niall stopped too and smirked. “Did you just snort?” 

“No,” you said, hiding your face. 

Niall leaned down and tickled you. “Yes, you did. I heard you. You snorted.” He laughed and then you laughed from the tickling. When he finally let up on it, you calmed down. 

Niall was kneeling in front of you. “You’re so cute, you know that?” 

“Thanks,” you felt your face heat up.

Niall pinched your thigh. “We need cowboy hats and appropriate clothes.” 

“We don’t have to,” you shook your head. 

“Nope. We’re going. Get changed and we’ll go shopping.” 

You giggled, grabbing clothes from your bag and finding the rest of the products you needed. Niall didn’t care. He was already stripping off his clothes and changing into new ones. You tried to shield your eyes, which just made Niall smirk. 

“Nothing ya haven’t seen before,” he pointed out. 

You still shielded your eyes anyway as you made your way to the bathroom to get changed. You opted for leggings, a long shirt, and socks and slip on shoes. You put your hair in a ponytail, and put on some makeup. 

When you left the bathroom, you put your toiletry bag back in your suitcase. “You can leave that in there,” Niall said. 

“It’s ok. It takes up a lot of room.” 

Niall came over and snatched it out of your bag, and put it back in the bathroom. “I want you to be comfortable here. Feel free to use the space.” 

“You sure you don’t want me back on the bus with the crew so you can have your space?” 

Niall got up off his bed, cupped your face, and kissed you. The kiss was so passionate that your knees buckled. When he pulled away, he smirked. “Does that answer your question?” 

Your eyes fluttered and you wished away the butterflies in your tummy. 

“Uh,” you put your hair behind your ear, trying to form proper words. “Right. Uh.” 

Niall grabbed your hand and smirked. “You ready to go?” 

“Um, let me just get a small bag together,” you quickly put things in a fanny pack and then told Niall you were ready. 

You both put sunglasses on and grabbed an Uber to a small shop in town. You walked along the strip of stores and Niall putting his hand in your pocket of your pants made you dizzy. He also snuck kisses on your cheek and neck. 

When you entered the shop, a big smile formed on your face. There was so much stuff. You picked up a cowboy hat right away and put it on Niall’s head. You bit your lip as he tipped it at you. “Save a horse. Ride a cowboy, little missy.” 

Your knees buckled again. “You are definitely buying that.” 

Niall chuckled, pulling you close to him. You picked up some outfits you liked and modeled them for Niall, who was sitting in a chair with his hat on. 

The first was a t-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. “Yes!” Niall said. “Your butt looks amazing in them.” 

You rolled your eyes and put the next one on. It was a cute, flowy prairie dress.

“Cute,” Niall said. 

“That’s a no.” 

“I didn’t say that!” He yelled as you went back to the dressing room. 

“Too late!” You tried on a few more, some won Niall’s approval. Others did not. 

The final one was a shorter dress, with cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. When you walked out of the dressing room, Niall swallowed. “Um, yes…Fuck.” 

“Don’t curse in here!” You scolded. 

Niall stood up. He admired your outfit and then twirled you. “You better get this one.” 

“What if I don’t?” You bit your lip, teasing him. 

“You are. I’m buying it for you.” 

“What if I don’t wear it?” 

“Then, we aren’t going out. And you’ll just have to sit there and watch me work out and not be able to touch me.” He sighed. “What a shame.” 

You shook your head and pecked Niall’s lips. “Fine. You can buy it.” 

“Good girl,” he kissed you harder. “Now, go get changed so we can continue our date.” 

You did as he said and changed back into your clothes. He bought you what you just had on and you had a handful of things to buy on your own. Niall took them from your hands and put them on the counter. Before You could protest, he said, “I’m buying it all and you’re not gonna argue.” 

He swiped his card and the woman bagged it up. You thanked him with a kiss and you headed to a few others shops before stopping for lunch, which Niall paid for. 

After you ate, you went back to the bus and both took showers so you could prepare for the real date. Niall was taking you to a real Nashville club/bar. 

He had been acting like a true gentleman so far and since there wasn’t much to learn about each other since you’ve known each other since forever, you mostly talked about tour at lunch. 

When Niall was done in the shower, he walked around the bus in his towel and you pretended to be on your phone. He walked over to you, lifted your chin, and gave you a kiss. “It’s so cute how flustered you get when you see me in a towel.” 

“No I don’t,” you said, almost too quickly. 

“Mmmhm,” Niall said, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. 

You swallowed as you looked at his half-naked body. “I, uh, I’m going to take a shower now.” 

You grabbed a towel and your shower supplies and headed into the shower. You shaved everything and scrubbed and cleaned everything too. You ran some shampoo and conditioner through your hair and were done in no time.

When you got out, you dried your hair and then applied your make-up as you let the rest of it air dry. After your makeup was done, you changed into your outfit and then curled your hair. 

By the time you were done, Niall was laying in the bed, spread out in his outfit- a button up silk shirt, tight jeans, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. 

“I’m sorry. I’m ready now,” you said, slinging your small purse over your shoulder. 

Niall sighed, but then stopped when he sat up and saw you. “Christ.” 

“Do I look ok?” 

Niall gave you a once over. “You look so sexy.” 

You played with the bottom of your dress nervously. 

“Any complaint I have about you taking a while is gone,” he said, as he walked up to you and held onto your hips. 

“You were gonna complain?” You asked. 

“Hmmm? No,” he said, as he kissed your neck. “It was worth it.”

“Ni, come on. I wanna get there before it gets crowded.” 

You pulled on his hand, but got pulled back when he didn’t follow you. He was looking at your butt and was completely mesmerized by you. 

“What if we stayed here?” He suggested. 

You walked back to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “And what would we do, hmm?” 

His eyes were blown out and he pulled you in for a hug. “Welllll….”

“I told you, you have to take me on a date first,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Wasn’t that what today was?” 

“No,” you flicked his hat. “Come on, cowboy.” 

Niall groaned as you pulled him out of the bus. You took an Uber to the club. It was already getting crowded. And luckily, only like two people recognized Niall there, so it wasn’t a big deal. 

He brought you to the VIP section and found you a seat. A waitress took your order. You started off with some cocktails. Niall sat down next to you. “Be sure to eat too, baby.” 

“Yes, sir,” you smirked. 

Niall smirked as he took a sip. When he put his drink down, he grabbed onto your thigh and rubbed it. “Is this ok?” 

“Mmmhmm,” you nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” 

Your skin quickly grew hot as he moved his hand up and down your thigh. Niall ordered some chicken wings for you to share. He let you eat most of it, but your stomach was in too many knots to eat so you only ate a few. 

Niall’s hand on your leg was making you wish you didn’t wear such thin panties. You were on your second drink and felt the buzz already. 

You sat closer to him and gave him a kiss. “Can we dance now? Please.” Anything to stop his wandering hand. 

He stood up and held out his hand. “M’ lady.” 

You made your way to the dance floor. Luckily, the first one was a line dance, so you were not so close to Niall for the time being. Another one played after that and you needed to stop for water by the end. 

After that, a slow country song came on, and this was the first time you ever slow danced with Niall. His hand was moving up and down your back. He didn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time. 

“I never realized how blue your eyes actually are,” you said. “They’re gorgeous.” 

“Well, thank you, darling. They don’t compare to yours, but I’ll take the compliment.” He twirled you and then dipped you. You giggled. 

The song seemed to be ending, but Niall wasn’t letting go. He was lucky there was another slow song playing afterward.

His hands were wandering again and one made its way down to your butt. You raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He winked at you. “It was right there. I had to, but if it’s making you uncomfortable, I’ll move it.” 

All you did was push his head down and kiss him. “I’ll let it slide,” you said, when you pulled apart. 

Niall smirked and his other hand rested on your butt as well. “I can’t believe I have you in my arms right now.” 

“That makes two of us.” 

You rested your head on Niall’s chest and he kissed your head. You danced until the song was over. And then you made your way back to the table for a break. Niall was touchy and flirty and the more you drank, the more it was making you wet. 

When you were well rested, you got back on the floor. You now had liquid courage from drinking and felt confident dancing. It was fast songs now and you jumped and danced and had a great time. 

One song was particularly sexy and Niall grabbed onto your hips, and you grinded and circled your hips on him. You were getting sweaty and horny and out of breath. 

You had turned around at this point and grinded on Niall’s crotch. You heard him mutter “fuck” and he grabbed onto your hips, groaning. He had to close his eyes to compose himself. You were dirty dancing, something you had done maybe once before, and you were completely enjoying it. 

A few more songs and you could both feel the sexual tension between you two. You made it back to the VIP lounge, Niall’s hand across your back the whole time. 

It was getting late and you were pretty tipsy, so Niall decided to call it a night. You finished your drink and then Niall ordered an Uber. You made your way out of the club and waited on the sidewalk for the car. You kissed Niall’s neck and giggled as you waited. 

When the car pulled up, Niall let you in first and then he got in. He put his hand on your leg, but didn’t rub it like before. You were kissing his neck and he hummed. You might’ve left a hickey there, you don’t remember. 

When you got out of the car, you weren’t at the venue, or heading to the buses. You were in front of a hotel. You raised an eyebrow at Niall as he checked in at the front desk. 

As you headed to your room on the elevator, Niall held your hand. He lead you down the hall to your room and plopped you on the bed. He kneeled down and took off your boots as you stared at him. 

“Did you get this for us to have sex in?” You wondered. 

“No. We’re not having sex tonight.” 

You pouted. 

Niall took your hat off and told you to lift your arms up as he took your dress off. You giggled. “Sure seems like we are.” 

He grabbed a robe out of the closet. “Here. Give me your arms.” He put the robe on you and you cocked your eyebrows. 

Niall took off his boots, hat, shirt, and finally his jeans. You reached forward as you saw him in just his underwear, giving grabby hands towards his crotch.

“(Y/N), no!” 

“Please. Just a kiss or two on your pretty cock.” You made kissy noises. 

Niall leaned down, putting a finger under your chin. “Honey. You are not sober. And we are not doing this when you’ve been drinking, ok?” 

You pouted. “I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you and that’s why I’m doing this. I have too much respect for you.” 

He looked at the clock on the desk. “You stay in this until they send our luggage up, ok?” 

You untied the robe and stood up. “You don’t want to see me without it?” 

“(Y/N), stop.” He put his hands up just as you stood and they landed on your bobbs. Niall quickly removed them and sat you back down on the bed. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and dialed room service. “You like pizza, right?” 

You nodded and crawled up behind him and kissed his neck as he called room service. 

Niall’s voice cracked as you kissed on his pulse point and you giggled. He thanked them before hanging up. 

“You, missy, need to behave,” Niall said, pulling you off of him. He walked over to the mini fridge and gave you a water bottle. 

“What happens if I don’t?” You asked, pulling at the hem of your panties. 

“Then, I’ll fire you.” 

You pouted. “That’s so mean!!” 

“Yeah, well, you won’t listen.” He opened up your water bottle. “Drink this.” 

You took the water bottle and chugged it. You were thirsty. You finished it in one go and then crawled into bed. 

Niall got a room with two beds in it, it was the only one left, but he also wanted to be respectful. 

You waited in bed, watching TV. Niall put his pants back on when your luggage and food arrived at the door. He gave them a generous tip. 

“Love, food’s here. You really should eat.” 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” you hummee, getting out of bed and going to sit on Niall’s lap. 

You put your arms around Niall’s neck and he chuckled. He picked up a piece of pizza and fed it to you. You ate and kicked your feet. In fact, you were so hungry that you ate four pieces. Niall had a few as well and he pumped you full of water. 

When you were done eating, you went back to bed. Niall took his pants off again and got into the other bed. You were all snuggled in. “Good night, (Y/N).” 

“Night.” 

He turned off the light and pulled the blanket up on him before closing his eyes. You lasted maybe 30 seconds before you got up and crawled into bed with Niall. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone in bed. You had a massive headache and were completely confused why you were in a hotel room. 

There were pajamas at the foot of your bed and you suddenly realized you were in a robe. You closed it and grabbed the pajamas, quickly changing into them. 

You heard the shower turn off, and after a minute or so, a dressed Niall walked out of the bathroom. 

“Oh, morning honey!” 

You groaned. 

“Headache?” 

You nodded. 

“I kept all the curtains closed so no light comes in. Drink some more water. I’ll get you some Tylenol.” Niall ran to his bag and gave you two pills. 

“Thank you,” you said, as he kissed you on your head. 

Once you swallowed down the pills and drank all your water, Niall sat on the edge of your bed. He grabbed your hand and rubbed it with his thumb. 

“Did we…?” You asked, not being able to form a sentence without your brain hurting. 

“No. God (Y/N). I couldn’t. You were very tipsy, if not drunk. I would’ve never forgiven myself.” 

“Oh, thank God.” 

He kissed your hand. “I respect you too much for that. I’ll wait… as long as you want.” 

You rubbed your head. “Thank you, Ni. For not taking advantage of me. That means more than you know.” 

Niall kissed your forehead. “Are you kidding? What kind of guy do you think I am?”

“A good one.” 

Niall smiled. “I want you to rest up in here, ok? Much more comfortable than the bus.” 

You laid back on the bed and nodded. Niall got up and went to the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with a hot rag. He placed it on your head and you hummed. “There we go, baby. Does that feel good?” 

“Mmmhmm.” 

“Good.” 

He sat on the other bed and scrolled through his phone. You rested your eyes and asked Niall some questions about last night to see if what you remember was real. 

When you were done, Niall asked if you were hungry. 

You winced. “I am, but I don’t want to get up.” 

“I’ll call for some toast and Gatorade, alright?” Niall said, getting on the phone. 

“Mmm.” 

He ordered food for you and then fed you when it came because you didn’t want to move the hot rag. 

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” you told Niall as he reheated your rag. 

He chuckled. “You’re not a mess. I’ve been in this situation plenty of times.” 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“You’re welcome,” Niall said. “I’d do it for you anytime. I hope you know that.”

You settled back into bed just as Niall’s phone rang. 

“Sorry baby. Let me get that.” 

He picked up his phone and you tried to close your eyes. 

You heard him talking but couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. You felt the bed dip. You took your rag off your head and looked at Niall. 

“Don’t be mad,” Niall said. 

“You did take advantage of me, didn’t you?” 

“What? No!” 

He sighed and rubbed between his nose. “They want me to come rehearse. The new drummer doesn’t think he knows all the chords to ‘Heaven’ and he wants to go over it.” 

“Ok.” 

“Are you mad?” 

“No, no. This is your job. I’ll be fine,” you shooed him away. 

Niall gave you a kiss and you hummed. “You stay right there, ok? Until you feel better. And if you need me, my cell is on.” 

He came back in the room one last time to give you another kiss. “And if you feel the slightest bit off, don’t even think about coming to the show.” 

“But, who’s gonna dress you?” 

“I can dress myself. Leather and tanks right? Simple.” 

You chuckled. “I’ll be there.” 

“Only if you feel better.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he kissed your nose. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Bye.”

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