They stood like that for a while, none of them saying a word. I could see both Aida and Harry had stopped their discussion of which vinyl to listen to at first as they too were sneaking a peak at Liam and Em.

Even though it seemed like nothing happened between them I think we all knew that this was one of the most special moments for the two of them, that exact hug was so important.
I could see that Liam had a single tear streaming down his cheek as he kept breathing slowly in to Em’s thick blonde hair that was snuggled in to his chest almost hiding the beautiful and peaceful face of my dear friend that stood with her eyes closed and not looking scared or anxious in any way.


She pulled away and looked up at him brushing the tear away from his cheek with her hand that the next moment was placed in the back of his neck as she pulled him down for a kiss.
Even though I in some way felt like jumping up and down with and scream with joy I at the same time felt the delicateness of this moment and also the privacy which made me keep my mouth shut. Em must have thought the same way, cause without letting Liam saying hello to any of the rest of us girls she pulled him towards her room, probably longing for having a proper conversation between just the two of them.


Once she’d closed the door behind them I noticed the huge foolish smile on my lips, but it was only when I heard Niall chuckle of my stupid behavior that I realized that I’d been looking like that for quite a while.

I hit his shoulder as we were bringing out the coffee to the living room where Aida and Harry had finally decided on some Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. We all sat down and lid up some cigarettes chatting casually about LA and what the boys had been doing over there.

Harry admitted that he was the one who had given Nick Grimshaw Aida’s phone number.

“Relax, he asked for it! It wasn’t like I used my “connections” to help you out, I know you don’t want that,” he quickly added when he saw the slightly angry expressions on both Aida’s and my face.


About half an hour later Harry and Aida started moving towards her room and right before they shut the door I heard myself blur out:

“Could you please do it standing up this time? The matrass is so terribly creaking.”

Niall completely cracked up by what I had said as I felt not only Harry, but also myself blush heavily. The words had just jumped out of my mouth before I managed to think about them one extra time, but luckily I saw that Harry had the same smirk on his face as a few weeks ago when we’d discussed it at Aunt Betty.

“Good night,” he just chuckled closing the door completely.


Niall and I cleaned up and went out in the kitchen where I once again threw my arms around his neck pulling him in for even more of those kisses that we couldn’t exchange around the rest of our friends. He pulled me in close pressing me tight against his trained body and up against the wall where the soft and tender kisses started getting more and more forceful.


All though we were quickly interrupted by a voice saying: “Be careful, I don’t hope the kitchen counter is too creaky, we’re trying to get some sleep, you know.”

We immediately pulled away from each other and glanced over at the door opening to see Harry stand with a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Asshole,” Niall mumbled but couldn’t help but smile as well as I did.

“Oh don’t mind me, I was just on the way to the bathroom,” Harry laughed as he went on walking towards the toilet door.

“Getting toilet paper?” Niall then teased him back which made all of us chuckle again.


I then took my boyfriend’s hand and pulled him towards my room where I would immediately start tugging on to his t-shirt and take it off him as soon as he’d closed the door behind us. I seriously couldn’t help it. I needed him more than ever, it felt like it had been ages since the last time we had had a moment this intimate.

I kicked off my black plateau sandals as he was unbuttoning my red flannel shirt. Even though it only took him maybe a few seconds it felt like forever before I got the chance to feel his lips against mine again.

I lied down on top of him on the bed once my black skinny jeans had slid down my ankles, so that I was now only wearing my black set of underwear and bra as I started slowly grinding myself up and down him lightly. His hands travelled around my body grabbing on to my butt and hair violently and I really had to do everything I could not to let out a loud moan when he bit down on my lower lip.


I started kissing down his naked torso all the way down to the opening of his jeans that I then opened and slid off him now exposing every inch of him. I took one last glance up at his face where our eyes met, his were filled with hunger and frustration with having to keep it down so much, before I put his member inside my mouth and slowly began moving it in and out.

The size of it made it difficult for me to get it all the way in but according to his hands grabbing tightly on to the sheets on the bed he seemed quite satisfied. He pulled my hair away from my face to get a better view of what I was doing and every once in a while I would look up at him making him going if possible even more frustrated than before.


I had always been told that I was good at giving head of almost every single of the guys that I’d slept with – and that was a lot more than I would like to admit – and since this was the first time I was doing it on Niall he reacted just like the rest; Vigorously pulling me up towards him telling me to stop before he would cum.

I just smiled an insidious smile and started pulling down my underwear which he gladly helped me with before I sat down straight on top of him feeling him slide inside me and this time I was the one to struggle once again with the moans and shivers that were caused by our movements.


I moved up and down slowly and teasingly but also because I was afraid that I would accidentally scream if we went any faster. Niall let his hands caress my entire upper body and a few minutes later he sat up pulling my head towards his to let our lips meet. He moved up and down underneath me as we tangled our arms and bodies as closely together as we could in order not to miss a single part of each other. I explored his trimmed back and tugged lightly on to his hair making this kind of sex much more soft and loving than all the other times.


And it fitted perfectly. Cause I really cared about this guy. He meant so much to me and to feel that he felt the same way made this one of the most beautiful moments I’d ever been a part of. Our deep breaths hitting each other over and over again made it seem like we not only connected physically but also emotionally. I tried to put as much feeling in those breaths even though it was so frustratingly hard to get rid of all of it.

My body and mind kept tensing up over and over again and if it hadn’t been because Niall had turned us over I would have probably soon hit my climax.


But the fact that he now set the pace a bit faster didn’t make it easier for me to make this last longer. He pulled away from my lips and looked straight in to my eyes and even through the dark their bright blue color still lid up and made me feel more special than ever.


We only lasted for possibly a shorter time than the first time we had done it, his last few thrusts had almost made me scream at the top of my lungs as I had just hit my climax a few seconds earlier making everything a thousand times more sensitive, electric shockwaves shot through my body and I had to tug on to both Niall’s back with one hand and on the sheets with the other while biting my lower lip violently making it bleed a tiny bit afterwards, but the pain felt good. Everything felt good. His body lying on top of mine with his back moving up and down from the heavy breathing that he struggled with pushed me down against the matrass in the most amazing way, like he and I couldn’t possibly get closer than we were.

My body was still shaking lightly when he moved away and lay down next to me several minutes later. We kissed again and even though I physically ready for another round I still couldn’t get enough of him. He seemed so perfect to me. Period.


It was nice to wake up knowing that we didn’t have anything to do for the entire day, except for my folk band’s concert in the evening.

Niall and I made love once again, which was fantastic the same way as the night before. Morning sex always seemed to be much more tender and soft than on other times. So honest.


It wasn’t until we were cuddling afterwards that I noticed him looking completely exhausted.

“Niall… you look horrible,” I said in a bit too honest way which luckily only made him chuckle slightly.

“Yeah. Jetlag. I haven’t slept much,” he told me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You poor thing,” I said brushing his cheek.

“No, it’s okay. Watching you sleep is quite entertaining actually.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned concerned at him fearing what he might have to say.

“Well. You snore a bit…”

“Oh God, I’m sorry, no wonder you didn’t get any sleep…”

“You talk in your sleep also. I couldn’t hear what you said, but I know you whispered my name once as you snuggled back in to my chest again…”

“Are you just making this up?”

“No, it’s true. And then you make this incredibly cute smacking sound every time you turn. Like a little puppy or something.”

He was smiling so kindly at me the entire time which made my heart melt if possible even more than it already just by looking at his tired bags under the blue eyes.

“Yeah, so my friends have told me,” I smiled shyly looking down on his chest as I was blushing heavily from the things that he told me.



A careful knock was now heard from the door and Em popped her head through it slowly.

“Uhm, guys? Are you awake?” she asked.

“Yeah, come in,” I said turning towards but staying under the covers because of my naked body underneath them.

“I have made us some breakfast, would you like to join us before it’s gone?” she asked making Niall instantly exclaiming:

“I love you, Em!”


I threw on a pair of shorts, some knitted socks and my lovely grey One Direction hoodie that made Niall crack up as soon as he saw it.



“Oh well, that’s just awkward,” Harry laughed when he saw it as we entered the living room where he and Aida sat on the sofa holding a plate of scrambled eggs each. Both Liam, Em and Aida also started laughing heavily and the insecure teenage girl somewhere inside me was now jumping around with joy of knowing that I had made somebody smile that day and then get some positive attention to boost my ego.



“Really looking forward to tonight,” Liam said to me once we were all gathered around the small end table, some sitting on the chairs and me on the floor leaning up against Niall’s legs as he was in the armchair behind me.

“Yeah me too!” I smiled at him. “Kind of nervous though.”

“Why? Folk music is totally your comfort zone,” Aida said.

“I know, but… you know, it really has to be good, or else we won’t get enough jobs,” I explained. “And as we’re all going to stop working full time soon we really need every single offer we can get.”

“That’s true,” Em nodded.

“Wait, you’re going to be… like, real musicians?” Harry asked with his eyes lighting up.

“Well, we don’t know about that. We will try, since we can’t keep on stressing ourselves like this,” Aida said blushing at bit at the choice of words that Harry had used, “real musicians.”

“Isn’t it a bit nerve wracking?” Liam asked. “To know that you have to perform great every single time?”

“Yeah, but you guys know what it feels like, I mean…” Em said. “You have to be better than everybody else. Just wish that musical training wasn’t that expensive…”

“You’re going to do great, I’m absolutely sure,” Niall said making the three of us blush even more heavily than we already were.


It felt all weird saying the words out loud, even though I’d been thinking them for so many times and dreaming about our lives as musicians, but never daring to follow those dreams, they could seem so ridiculous. At least not until now.



And so we headed towards the place in East End where I would be playing the concert with the folk band later that evening. It was actually quite a big hall but that was only because of the dances and party that there was going to be afterwards. But somehow people still managed to fill it up completely, the audience was bigger than anyone I’d ever for in my entire life and to know that I would have actual solos during this concert was making me going out of my mind with the anxiety of all the things that might go wrong, despite me having been practicing everything like a maniac over the past couple of weeks.


The entire band, consisting of Sophie on the accordion, Adam on the contra bass, Nick on the guitar, Christian on saxophone, Eric on percussion and Ian and I switching between the piano and violin, had all arrived a long time before the concert to get everything ready.


I noticed the entire gang of friends sitting at a table in the front drinking beers and sending me loads of supporting smiles as we came closer and closer towards the clock would turn eight and the one hour long concert would begin.



As we waited behind the stage to begin I felt even more scared and nervous now when I couldn’t see my friends comfort me with the look of them all spaced closely together at that table and looking so happy. My hands had started to sweat and I was shaking heavily making the entire band look at me concerned.


“Are you sure you’re all right?” Eric asked as I was taking a few deep breaths.

“Yeah, I just…” I began before doing my ritual; I would shake my entire body like a monkey on speed or something right before going on stage. Right after doing that my body would feel completely calm and the nerves wouldn’t be nearly as bad.


And so I walked up on that stage. Faced the audience. God, way too many people had arrived, I wasn’t exactly grooving on that.

I picked up my violin knowing that I would be the one to kick it off with just a few single notes before the guitar would replace me with the chords, but those few notes had to be really good then. And it was killing me.


We weren’t going to present us until after we’d played the first tune and as the applause from the audience started quieting down I knew it was time for me to begin.


And so I put my dear instrument in the right comfortable place on my shoulder.

Took a breath.

And for the first time revealed my true passion for this kind of music to the people living in the city of London.

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