Dreaming about London

I bit down on my lower lip so hard that it was burning with the pain, but it just felt so amazing. Nothing but amazing.

He noticed the endless struggles I had being quiet and just to make it much worse he put first one, then two shortly after, fingers in my mouth for me to breath deep against those, but the heated and dirty atmosphere he unconditionally created every time, was making me insane as I had to tug on to his hair that was moving around between my thighs causing electricity rushing through me.

I think he did all this on purpose, wanting me to feel as frustrated as possible because I couldn’t make a single sound, when all I wanted was to scream Niall’s name at the top of my lungs.

He came up towards my face watching me through the dark sucking his fingers that he kept in my mouth the entire time, right until he let his lips take over after a few seconds of biting his own lower lip as I grabbed on to his bulge outside the tight jeans longing for his long and hard member.

And so we didn’t go on only kissing with our arms around each other for more than a few minutes before I turned us around to so that I was now on top. I started pulling down his jeans loving the feeling of my being the one to dominate now, and because of having absolutely no ability to compose my needs anymore I sat down right on top of his member causing a quiet moan leave his mouth as I felt him slide inside me. I started moving up and down slowly causing shivers and goose bumps all over my hot skin.

He sat up to kiss my lips as he was raising and lowering himself underneath me. Every of our moves we did them together – the way our lips and tongues travelled across one another and our bodies melted closely together as one.




Niall left right after breakfast the following day as I felt the need to spend the day with the girls preparing for the concert. We would go for a yoga class and then to that tattoo shop that Harry had recommended to us more than a month ago. We had decided to get the tattoo that we’d been talking about for more than a year now. We would all get a small triangle made out of three microphones that had the wires crossed around it. It was something we’d all been wanting to get, thinking that we were now older and knew each other well enough to be sure that our friendship weren’t just passing by, but a real lasting one.


The design of the tattoo was Aida’s idea, since she was the one with the most of those, she’d always been fascinated with the art of that ink and she now had about ten of them spread out throughout her body; there was the mermaid on her left forearm, a pinup on her right upper arm and the rest were different smaller ones, like the ones Em and I had.



The yoga class was great, it felt amazing to get your mind off the concert for a bit and concentrate about the sweat dripping down your face. We were then going to our appointment at a tattoo shop not very far from our place at 12 o’clock.

We were all going to get the tattoo a different place, I was going to have mine on the left hip right on the hint of a v-line that I’d always had, even though my body had never been exactly toned like Aida and Em’s.

She was having her on the outer side of her wrist and Aida on her ribs. She was always the first one to get it done, since she was getting pretty used to it gradually, whereas Em still thought it hurt quite a lot, so she would need me to go before her as well to get convinced that it really wasn’t that bad.

But she anyway ended up tugging on to my hand making my fingers go white in the lack of blood rushing to them as she was biting together her teeth and squeezing her eyes together as the tattoo artist was touching her skin with the needle.



We all arrived home around two o’clock all with a transparent piece of plastic placed somewhere on our bodies.


“Right now I would wish that I was still sitting with a needle penetrating my skin,” Em mumbled as she took off her jacket and hung it up at the door.

“What?” Aida asked confused with her quiet outbreak.

“It was the only thing keeping my mind off that fucking concert,” Em said suddenly looking rather pale and a bit sweaty the more she thought about tonight.

“Em, please don’t do that to yourself…” I began but she just kept thinking out loud.

“What if our fame is going to destroy everything for us? They’re all going to hate us.”


Even though I didn’t want her to keep going thinking all those negative thoughts I kept my mouth shut knowing that I somehow was concerned about the same thing and even Aida, who always managed to keep her head cool, was too.

What if the fact that we were all dating some of the most famous and beloved boys in the world? Having been fans of them earlier as well we knew exactly what it felt like to be so obsessed and even in love with them and therefor we’d also seen so much of the nasty comments and stuff that Eleanor and Perrie had and still were receiving and so we couldn’t help but worry about it as well. None of us were sure whether our boyfriends would hold back our chances of being taken seriously as musicians ourselves or not.


“We can only hope that people are smart enough to see us as an individual band and not just as the girls who are dating the boys from One Direction,” I mumbled feeling very insecure about as well as I said it out loud.


After a few minutes of silence where we did nothing but sit in the kitchen as I lid up a cigarette Aida stood.

“You know what we need?” she asked Em and I and we both shook out heads.

“What?” Em asked sounding very sad and anxious.


Without another word Aida went in to the living room and came back a few seconds later with her guitar.


“Do you remember that one time last year when you guys picked me up in the airport after I’d been to New York for three months?” she asked and it was time for us to nod, and so she continued: “And when the car broke on the way home?”

We nodded again.

“Right then we sat at the emergency lane at the highway and it was freezing cold. We weren’t sure of how the hell to get home and all very afraid that we’d broken the car completely. As we waited for my dad to come and help us out we sang silly songs and playing the guitar.”

“What exactly is your point, Aida?” Em asked.

“My point is that we need a bit of silliness and goofing around right now, if we don’t want to kill ourselves and our minds before the concert tonight,” she answered. “Just like the music saved our moods that day, remember?”


She didn’t wait for us to agree before she started playing the chords to a few well-known songs like Let It Be, Hallelujah and Wonder Wall. At first it was only her singing and playing since both Em and I had trouble believing her weird idea and just looked at her with frowns on our foreheads, but soon we’d all joined in and sat in the kitchen singing in the most ugly ways we could manage in order to make it as fun as possible in the hope of maybe forgetting the important concert tonight for a little bit.


During Hallelujah Aida decided to do her absolute specialty, which was making a break in the verse and instead of singing it the normal way she always started talking like an African-American gospel singer making fun of their way of embracing God and Jesus.

It sounded incredibly hilarious and we were all laughing so hard that actually – for a very brief moment – I didn’t think about the concert. And it honestly looked like Em didn’t either, unless the tears of laughing really were tears of sorrow.


“In the dark times… when it seems like there’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to seek, nowhere to find love. That’s when you know it. That’s when you know that Jesus is with you. Cause he’s always there! In the bright times, in the times of sadness and loneliness. But you’re never alone. God is with you, he will help you!”


Some of the bits she was whispering and some she was shouting, even though it was hard for her to stop laughing as Em and I were rolling around on the floor holding on to our stomachs that had quickly started to hurt quite a lot.




At exactly half past seven we entered Dirty Dicks to do a sound check, before the place would get too crowded. But even though we did half an hour earlier, there were already loads of people. I mean seriously. Loads of people! But the manager, Andy, had managed to keep them outside, since he didn’t want the place to be that overstuffed so early, so that we wouldn’t have a chance to do the sound check without revealing too much of the concert.


“I’ve noticed your fame has grown a bit since last time,” he said as he let us in through the back entrance and shook our hands in the door.

“Looks like it!” Aida said now also sounding quite nervous as she tried to control her trembling voice. Em just looked like she could throw up all over the place as her face had gotten paler and paler despite having been outside in the cold air for several minutes now which had turned even my cheeks a bit red by the time we got to the bar.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much people to any concert here at Dirty Dicks in all the years I’ve been working here,” he said and lead the way to the room behind the small stage which we recognized from having prepared ourselves in there last time as well.


Aida unpacked her guitar, while I walked out to the same charming old piano on the stage to warm up my fingers by doing a couple of exercises that sounded absolutely awful so I always had to do them on my own in order not to destroy everybody else’s moods for the rest of the day. I heard Em doing a couple of weird sounds from the room that apparently helped her sing better.

A few minutes later her and Aida came out with their instruments; the guitar, Em’s cajon drum that she was going to play on a couple of the songs to make them a bit more rhythmic and up tempo instead of just our regular slow and raw sound.



We did the sound check by playing a bit of As Long as You Love Me and Give Me Love and it went quite well actually, which calmed down my nerves just a bit, but as soon as Andy told us that he would have to let the people waiting outside in, so nobody would start to get anxious or even angry, so the girls and I went back in to the room to have a beer and relax a bit before the concert in an hour.

None of us said much during our time of waiting, every once in a while we would just send each other a worried and nervous glance as the noise from all the people talking in the bar kept becoming louder and louder through the door to us.



Suddenly the door opened and three boys came stuck their head inside. Liam, Harry and Niall were all smiling widely when they saw us. I felt my heart beat – that had been rushing on going faster and faster for the past couple of hours – calm down for just a second when I looked into Niall’s comforting eyes that always convinced me that everything would be all right.


“Hi,” he said as he came towards me to put his arms around my shoulders. I took a deep breath in to his chest taking his body’s warm and scent. “You okay?” he asked rubbing my back.

“Right now I am,” I said trying to smile up at him as he’d pulled away a bit. It seemed like he didn’t have any trouble keeping on smiling at all.

“It’s going to be great,” he said. “I know that. You guys are amazing.” He kissed my lips and for a second I actually believed what he was saying but as soon as his arms left my shoulders I was being thrown back in to the cold harsh reality telling me that there were a room full of people outside possibly not agreeing.

“We’ve just really been looking forward to hear what you’ve been so busy practicing,” Liam said and I was feeling my head turn red with the envy of seeing his arms still being wrapped around Em’s waist. “The rest of the guys are out there ready to applaud you as well.”


Aida and Harry hadn’t stopped kissing each other yet as they stood there forgetting about all the people around them staring at their heated moment.


“The only thing scarier than all those people out there,” I said pointing at them. I think Harry heard my words and pulled away with a huge smirk on his face.

“Sorry,” he said blushing heavily, but Aida looked like she hadn’t had enough at all since she was now standing with her teeth biting down on her lower lip probably struggling to compose her lusts.

“How long?” I asked Niall.

“Fifteen minutes. We actually better get out there again before someone will kill Lou and El for holding our seats,” he said. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine!” he quickly added when he saw my horrified face. Luckily I got one more hug before the boys left.



Those fifteen minutes lasted almost a lifetime as my sweaty palms were almost dripping down on the floor. I looked at Aida who sat on a chair correcting her tight white crop t-shirt that revealed all of her tattoos including the new one on her collar bone. Along with that she’d put on some dark grey skinny jeans and a pair of black leather boots.

Em wore a big black and white knitted sweater with some black skinny jeans and her beloved white Dr. Martens boots that were white with flowers all over them, I had always admired them so much.

I had put on the most comfortable clothes in the world, except for Niall’s jumper, which consisted of a big long white t-shirt and a soft black fluffy cardigan over it, some black stockings and black All Stars.


At some point Andy stuck his head inside. “It’s time girls,” he said and went out to present us just like last time.

I took a second to compose myself and then turned towards the girls sticking out my hand with the words:

“Let it rain.”

They both smiled at my silly attempt to lighten the mood that I’d been using for years now.

“Raindrops,” she said and put her hand on mine.

“Iceman,” Em mumbled with a slight smile on her lips as well as she put her hand on top.

“Let’s do this,” I said and turned around as I heard Andy shout out our band name:

“The Rookies!”


But as I got closer to the stage I realized that he wasn’t the only person in there shouting that name.

Notes

The girls are about to do another concert! Let's hope it goes well! What do you think of Maja's and Niall's first date? Weren't they cute?! Leave a comment! xx