Dreaming about London

On the way home to the boys I felt amazing. I was with a bunch of truly great friends and that I was guaranteed to have loads of fun with and I enjoyed every moment of it. Enjoyed the warmth of Niall’s arm around my shoulders, the laughing voices enhancing second by second, and all the white teeth that were now visible so many places in the dark blue late summer night.


Aida and Em reacted the same way as I did when they stepped in to the big and light hall. They looked around completely mesmerized with the different beautiful rooms. I put my violin in the living room.


“Let’s have some drinks, shall we?” Harry said and led the way to the kitchen.

“No margaritas, Harry!” Eleanor exclaimed and I laughed and patted her back.

He pulled out a bottle of champagne. “First we need a toast!” Liam grabbed some glasses and we all got one put in to our hand, as Harry said:

“A toast. To Maja,” he looked upon me, “who is an incredibly talented musician and who delivered a completely spellbinding concert tonight.” I smiled at his words feeling very touched. “And to her two friends, Aida and Em,” he turned towards the girls who were blushing more than ever, especially Aida. “I’m so glad that we got introduced to you guys and I can’t wait to get to know you much better.”

“Cheers!” everybody said and raised their glasses.



I connected my iPhone with the sound system in the living room and put on some Stevie Wonder, his music always made people happy, I thought. And as I predicted people immediately started fooling around drinking more and more of champagne, beers and fussy drinks.


I had a chat with Harry again about music when it turned out he was also a big Stevie Wonder fan. We were about to continue our praising of him for another couple of hours when Louis shouted that we should join them in the kitchen, where people were suddenly doing shots. Harry and I discovered that we were way behind in terms of acting drunk; Zayn looked like one big happy fool sitting on his chair, Perrie and Aida were doing some sick dance moves that made Harry open his eyes wide, Em and Eleanor looked like they were in the middle of a very emotional conversation, and the rest of the boys had started throwing lemon slices at each other.


Harry and I looked at each other, thinking the same thought cause we both immediately reached for the bottle of tequila at the same time to each have five shots with salt and lemon.




The rest of the night became more and more blurry. Liam and Em talked a lot, and I spent most of the night in living room with Aida and the boys dancing to whatever music somebody would put on.


“Want to go for a walk?” Niall suddenly whispered in my ear and without waiting for an answer he took my hand and led me towards the front door. I had taken off my black stockings and was now walking barefoot.



Niall and I sat walked out on a jetty to sit down and look at the sunrise. We had one of our cheerful talks and felt really nice to be away from the others for a bit. We were both quite drunk and everything seemed to make us laugh.

“Up for some skinny dipping?” I asked him the second the thought popped in to my head. He just stared at me when I stood up and started taking off my clothes. I didn’t wait for him before I jumped in to the cold water.

“Come on, get that gorgeous Irish ass in here!” I asked with a huge smirk on my face, when I saw he was still just staring at me from the jetty. Then he stripped down and jumped in as well while laughing the whole time.


“Oh god that’s really cold!” he exclaimed when his head popped up from the water and we both cracked up. We swam around for some time splashing water at each other, until I swam towards him and wrapped by legs around him. I crashed my lips to his and he immediately slid his tongue inside my mouth. It felt extremely hot and dirty compared to the other make out sessions we’d had before, probably enhanced by the amount of alcohol racing through our blood.

He roughly grabbed on to my butt underneath the water and I let out a moan in his mouth. He pressed my body hard against his and I couldn’t help but drill my fingertips in to his back, when he bit on my lower lip. He started kissing and licking down my neck and throat all the way to my breasts. He lifted me up higher by my back to continue to kiss them. I leaned back my head loving the way his lips and tongue felt on my skin. His hands grabbed on to my breasts and I looked down to see him bite his lower lip while looking at what he did to my body. Then he looked up at me with a smile.


“So this is where you keep another tattoo,” he said while tracing marks over the little words written along the lower line of my left breast. “Smiling to cover the struggling,” he read out loud. “Wow. That’s deep.” We both laughed at his comment. I kissed him on his cute lips one more time before releasing my grip on him.

“We better get back to the others,” I said when I realized how light it had already become. We got up and put on our clothes.

When we got back inside the house it was completely quiet. Inside the living room I saw Aida sleeping in an armchair. Harry was lying on one of the two couches, and on the other one Liam had cuddled up with Em in his arms. I smiled widely at the sight of them, before Niall took my hand and led me upstairs to his room that still looked as clean and neat as the last time I saw it. He took some towels from the bathroom on the way to dry our still dripping wet hair and bodies. I dried my hair and Niall handed me a shirt.

“Here, put this on, it’s dry,” he said and went to the bathroom and I changed in to the soft and warm t-shirt that smelled exactly like him. I still felt a bit cold though so I slid under the covers in Niall’s bed.

He came back a few minutes later in his boxers and I smiled at him from the bed as he took my wet dress and hung it up to dry, before he cuddled in next to me. “Wow, you’re really cold,” he said and wrapped his arms closer around me while I put my face in to his chest. His warm breath against my forehead made me feel a bit warmer and it didn’t take too long for me to fall asleep.





It felt like I had hit my head against the wall as hard as I could at least 20 times. What a headache!

Water. I needed water immediately. Where was I? I looked around me to find a cute Niall still asleep next to me with his arms around me from last night. I twisted myself out of his grip and walked like a zombie towards the door. Outside it was quiet, there were even no voices from downstairs to hear. I couldn’t be happier – my head wasn’t exactly in the mood for another party right now.



I opened the door to the bathroom to find Zayn kneeling in front of the toilet.

“Oh, I’m sorry Zayn,” I said. “Are you okay?”

“Too much tequila last night,” he said looking like utter hell when he quickly glanced at me.

“Oh okay, I just really need some water, and then I’ll give you some peace.” I didn’t drink one sip of my glass before Zayn threw up in thick rays. The sound almost made me feel even sicker than I did before, so this wouldn’t be the time where I would come with encouraging and comforting words and rubbing anyone’s back, so instead I just placed some water next to the toilet and went silently back in to Niall’s room.

He was awake now and looked at me with a tired look. “Hey,” he said with an extremely raspy voice, all I could manage was so to send a vague smile back to him and he smiled at me.

“Feeling hung over?” he asked and I nodded while snuggling back in to his chest. This place had soon become my favorite spot on Niall’s body. We lay there for some time but I couldn’t sleep because of my headache.

“Want to go down stairs to see what the others are doing?” he asked, probably knowing that I couldn’t sleep. I nodded and slowly sat up straight.

“Do you have any aspirins?” I asked while holding a hand against my poor forehead.

He laughed a bit. “Yes of course,” he said.



Down stairs it was Aida’s turn to cook in the kitchen. “Well hello you love birds!” she exclaimed when she saw us. “I’m making French toast – want any?”

Niall nodded eagerly but I shook my head without a word, having the distinct feeling that I might throw up if I said anything.

“What time is it?” I asked barely unable to open my eyes.

“Almost six o’clock,” she said.

“Here you go,” he said and handed me some aspirins and a glass of water. I thanked him and went in to the living room to get some peace when he and Aida started laughing loudly about something. I expected it to look like a mess but it was all clean. I glanced towards the two couches where Harry was still asleep, and Liam and Em still cuddling in the other, they were awake though.

“Hi,” I said quietly as I sat down in the armchair that Aida had slept in. “Who cleaned up all the mess?”

Liam pointed towards the kitchen saying: “Aida. Does she never hung over by the way?” Both Em and I shook our heads with envious looks on our faces.

Harry suddenly sat up. “God, I feel like hell,” he said with voice even more raspy and deep than it normally was.

“Me too,” Liam, Em and I responded at the same time.

“I bumped in to Zayn in the bathroom,” I then said. “He didn’t look well either when looking down in to the toilet.”

Liam and Harry chuckled. “Yeah, he always gets some really bad hangovers,” Harry said.

Aida walked in with a plate full of French toast and a hungry Niall following the plate like a dog was right behind her.

“Hi Aida,” Harry said with a smile.

“Hi Harry,” she said cheerfully. “Want a toast?”

“Yes please!” He took one and so did Liam, Em and Niall. I was still feeling too sick to even think about food so I literally just had to look the other way while trying to breathe only through my mouth and not my nose. Niall noticed my struggles and decided to clear the plate within the next 3 minutes.



“Let’s watch a movie!” he suddenly said, everybody got a bit scared because we all thought that he would be having his face stuffed with French toast yet.

“I’m in,” I said. “Which one?”

They started discussing about that to watch, so I went to the toilet without caring about whatever we watched.



When I came back Aida had sat down in the chair I sat in earlier so I looked around for another place to sit and was happy to see the empty spot between Niall and Harry on the couch. I sat down and Niall put his arm around me.

They’d already put on some kind of movie I didn’t know which one, but quickly as it was playing I discovered that it was a very scary horror movie, I hated those and hadn’t many of them. I jumped almost all the time so that Harry and Niall both got even more scared than they usually would, even though I covered my ears and closed my eyes for most of the time.



When the terrible movie was finally over I decided to have some coke, so I went to the kitchen and stood and looked in to the fridge for a while before finding some. When I closed the door to the fridge a shadow jumped out from behind it.

“Baaah!” a raspy voice yelled and I screamed at the top of my lungs while dropping the coke on the ground. It took my quite some time to realize that Harry was cracking up heavily right in front of me.

I rolled my eyes at him and hit him hard in the chest, but I couldn’t help but laugh as well, knowing that I’d acted completely crazy.


“What happening out here?!” a scared face with blue eyes and blond hair stuck out through the door to the living room.

“Nothing, Niall, it’s just your dear friend here that is acting like a complete fool,” I said and picked up the coke.

“Nothing, Niall, it’s just your dear flirt here that is acting like a complete chicken.” Harry mimicked my voice again like he’d done it last week when I went crazy about Queen. I hit his chest again and we smiled at Niall before following him back in to the living room where I cuddled up in his arms again. I was getting kind of used to feeling of him around me, it just felt so warm and safe and comfortable. I looked over at Em who was also enjoying another session of cuddling with Liam. I really needed to talk to her about her and that boy, cause right now they seemed completely inseparable. It made me happy to see her like that.



We spent the rest of the evening watching more movies, luckily no more scary ones, and I ended up falling asleep on the couch between Niall’s legs and resting my head on his chest.




When I woke up it was morning and I felt much better than yesterday. I moved a little too fast and my left thigh went into spasm, because of having been in the same position the entire night. I let out a small squeal but bit my lower lip to stop myself from waking the others up, while the tears started forming in my eyes. My thighs and calf muscles often did that when I’d been running a lot in a week, so I sat up to massage my leg trying to make it go away as fast as possible.


“What are you doing?” Niall suddenly asked with a deep voice from behind me. I turned around to look in to his tired eyes that were barely open now.

“My thigh went into spasm,” I tried to whisper but it hurt like hell, so he sat up behind me and started to roll his fist up and down my thigh. It actually helped a lot and I relaxed a bit.

“That looks like one steamy session of love making,” Aida’s voice sounded from the armchair, where she sat with a huge smirk on her face. “Don’t mind me, I like watching.”

I threw a pillow at her not knowing what else to do or say. Niall just started laughing and Liam and Em woke up as well.

“What are you guys doing?” Em asked when she saw Niall’s hand movements on my thigh.

“Spasm,” I just said, knowing that she’d experienced it happening to me on the weirdest times, and she nodded.




Soon after we awoke Em, Aida and I decided to go home, after another lovely kiss from my Irish friend.

Aida and I were thinking the same thought cause just as we turned the first corner, we both went completely crazy with questions about Liam, and Em had to ask us to talk one at the time.

“Did you kiss?” Aida asked. She nodded.

“Was it good?” I asked. She nodded again.

“How is he?” Aida now had her eyes wide open.

“He’s the nicest guy I’ve ever met, I think,” Em said looking at us with a joyful face. “So incredibly understanding, so cute, a very good listener, I feel like I can talk to him about anything. Everything just feels good around him.”

I couldn’t help but smile widely and being extremely happy for her – she deserved him more than any other girl in the world. “So did he get your phone number?” I asked and she nodded once again.

Notes

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