Laddie

That got me thinking. What happens if Niall and I do end up dating? Will my life ever be normal afterwards? Will he want to go public with me? Or will he shut me up in a closet in order to protect my privacy, or to continue to appear single to the media?

Wait a minute! Why am I thinking about this now?! You just went on your FIRST and may I mention your ONLY date with him so far! Calm your ass down, girl! my conscious screams. I knew that I was over thinking things again. I have a tendency to do that… A lot…

As I was walking up to my building, the people who I assumed were the paparazzi were mingling with each other.

“So did you hear that he took some girl to a club and fucked her in the bathroom?” I heard one mutter to another photographer.

“Oh yeah? Well did you hear that he called a whole bunch of fans that were waiting for him at the airport a bunch of cunts?” I heard another chime in.

“Who hasn't heard that one?” the first one replied.

I was walking past them at this point. I already knew who they were talking about without even asking. I pushed through a large group of them, which earned a few whispered curses and profanities. I wish I could say that they didn’t hurt, but nobody is that secure.

One of the photographers must’ve seen me rush past the whole lot of them and tapped my shoulder. I turned around to face a seemingly normal looking man, dressed in a black shirt and a black pair of jeans with a large, fancy looking camera around his neck.

Seriously? You think that outfit is going to help you hide in the goddamn bushes? Girl please the sassy part of my brain commented.

Thankfully, the man didn’t seem to notice my eyes evaluating his useless fashion statement.

“Are you alright miss? I saw ya’ walking quite fast just now.” he said with a friendly tone and a thick Irish accent.

But his accent didn’t capture my attention like Laddie’s did.

Weird.

I nodded and flashed him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t seem to believe me, but he nodded his head. I turned towards the door of the building and was about to walk into the air conditioned lobby, but not before I heard another one of them speak up.

“Do you think he’s fucking her?”

“Nah. She’s an American. I’m sure she was just out for a walk.” the strange man who had tapped me earlier commented. I silently thanked him.

“True. But you never know…” another voice chimed in.

I walked through the doors and headed straight for the elevator. I pushed the button with the “3” on it and waited for the doors to close.

I enjoyed the silent ride up to my floor. It gave me time to think.

Were those guys lying when they were talking about Niall? Of course they were! Their job is to lie about good people like him!

Woah Abby, you’re already defending him and you’ve only gone on one date. Calm your ass down, girl!

And with that, the elevator had reached my floor. I calmly walked out and down the hall. I unlocked my door to my apartment and walked straight to the leather chair that sat in the living room. The lights were already on because, well I left them on. I sat down on the cushion and started reading once more, like nothing different had occurred tonight.

After I finished 2 chapters, which left me at chapter 27 in the book, I yawned. I reluctantly glanced over to the digital clock that was displayed on the cable box under the TV.

10:34 p.m.

Ugh. It's late. Now, I know what you're thinking: "Abby, 10:30 is NOT late for a person of your age blah blah blah get out and do something tonight blah blah blah."

Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I was currently in a foreign country an ocean across from my home in the U.S. of A. And, might I add, I only knew 2 people in this country, to which I spent most of my day with one of them in a flower shop that probably damaged my nasal glands with all of the fucking artificial scents that were present in the area. Don't get me wrong, I love Amy.

And to top it all off, I just went on a date with a member of a world famous boy band. So, sorry to disappoint you but I'm fucking tired.

So with that, I slowly pull myself off of the leather recliner, flicked on the lamp that was on the nightstand that sat next to my bed, and walked towards the bathroom that was adjoined to my bedroom. I turned on the overhead lights, took off my makeup, washed my face, brushed my teeth, used the bathroom, turned off the lights, and walked back out to my bedroom, towards my dresser.

I changed into an old baggy t-shirt I had and a pair of black leggings. I then walked out to the living room, grabbed my book, trotted back into my bedroom again, and flopped onto my bed.

I snuggled under the covers and once I got comfortable, I began reading again. But, unfortunately, my brain had other plans. It just kept replaying the events from tonight over and over and over again. It was especially fixated on the memory of the kiss Niall and I had shared.

I remember the feeling of his bulge against my crotch as he pinned me against his car.

Well, he certainly wasted no time in getting to the point of what he really wanted, that’s for sure.

I felt my cheeks get warm when I remembered how wet I got. I tried imagining how big he really was based on what I could remember from out heated experience earlier that night.

Damn it Niall!

Hey, I haven’t gotten any action in a while, so it’s natural for me to get a bit itchy when around a bulge such as his!

“Ok. That’s it.” I thought out loud. I certainly wasn’t going to get any reading in at this point. I reached over towards my nightstand and turned the lamp off. I sighed in defeat and shimmed my way down into the covers.

I pray to God that I’ll at least be able to get some sleep tonight, if my brain would just shut the fuck up!

Thankfully, exhaustion did bless me with the sweet escape of sleep.

Notes

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