The Tour

The Decode video was coming out tomorrow. It was supposed to release while I was on my way to London, so I wasn’t gonna see the initial response until after I landed. From everyone who had seen it, though, it got wonderful responses.

After the shock of the intensity of it wore off, everyone liked it. Dad started to pick up the meaning behind it, too, and he was blown away. Harry was surprised at how crazy sexy I was in it, and the others? Well . . . they pretty much had the same reactions.

Niall’s reaction was the strongest. The moment we were alone, he knotted his fingers in my hair and pulled me into a very intense kiss. It didn’t get past kissing that time, but the kissing was so intense, I wanted it to so badly.

We were fighting the urge, though. Living in Dad’s house didn’t exactly make it easy to do, but the more we pushed our luck, the more likely Dad was to find out more truth than he needed to find out for a long time.

Didn’t mean we didn’t have very frequent and passionate moments in my room. Our clothes stayed on, but you don’t have to have sex to connect with someone in very intimate ways.

And before I knew it, I was finished with school. Completely. It was time for me to pack up and get ready to start my world tour opening for 5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction. Then, I was all packed and ready to go, and it was the night before celebration—my dad’s way of saying, “Congratulations and goodbye.”

I couldn’t believe it. On one hand, I was excited to have constant access to Niall for an extended period of time. Even when he came to Alabama with the guys, we were both busy. We didn’t see each other as much as I would’ve wanted. When we did see each other, we spent plenty of time alone considering we wouldn’t get much alone time on the tour, but either way, I was excited to get the next chapter of my life started.

Then, on the other hand, I was saying goodbye to my dad and Max all over again, and this time, it was much different. I was gonna be touring the world without them. I was gonna miss Max’s graduation.

This was where it all started, the reality of living my dream. Yes, it was everything I wanted, but the tour from April to October, it was gonna be hard seeing my dad for only a couple of days when he could manage to get to the concert, or Max, Kiley, Noah, and Madi . . . .

And it was only the beginning. I pretended that this was just me leaving for the tour, but the reality was, this was more than likely me leaving for life. Reality was, I wasn’t gonna stay in Alabama. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even sure if I was gonna stay in the United States. I mean, Niall was in London. I couldn’t possibly manage being apart for long periods of time like we were after the Voice ended. Not again.

So, of course, we were having a blast. Dance music playing, Dad grilling out, torches lit, alcohol present and accounted for . . . it was beyond exciting.

Kiley, Madi, and Harry were all dancing together while I sat at the table with Max, Louis, Zayn, and Niall. Noah and Liam were cooking with my dad, trying to learn tricks from the “master chef,” as everyone decided that he was.

I had to admit, they weren’t wrong.

Max’s eyes were on Kiley, and I could already see a deep adoration for her. They had gotten past the “I love you” stage, and now, the love just kept growing.

I was thankful I was home to see it become love, but I would miss it growing. Truth be told, I wasn’t worried about them breaking up. After Max confessed that Kiley was his zing, I knew he had found his special one.

Speaking of special ones, my eyes moved over to find Niall. It wasn’t really surprising that those beautiful eyes were also on me, and when our eyes connected, he gave me a small smile.

“You nervous?”

“I’m more excited than anything,” I said, and it was true. Things had changed so much since Niall had come to Alabama. As much as I loved him before, as connected as we were, after finally being able to not hide our love for each other, things were different and so much more intense.

How much more intense would they be when we didn’t have to hide at all? Didn’t have to pretend we were virgins, didn’t have to pretend we weren’t bonded for life.

How much more intense would our moments alone be?

It sent a shiver of desire down my spine, and I think Niall had the same idea because he noticed my shiver and shot me that sexy half smirk that made me crazy.

His smirk only grew when my eyes tightened, and while they were still on him, he decided to run his fingers through those new bangs as his lip disappeared between his teeth.

“Mother fucker,” I mumbled under my breath, and I stood from the table so fast it made my head spin. Niall noticed and stood up, ready to catch me, but I didn’t need to be caught.

I needed to be fucked.

He let go of his own desires and replaced them with concern, and his hands grabbed ahold of my arms to hold me steady. That didn’t really help matters, however. His hands on my skin painlessly set me on fire and sent another wave of heat between my legs.

Well, I say painlessly, but it hurt pretty damn bad to just stand there.

Niall quickly realized I wasn’t gonna fall and sensed my mood change. That half smirk pulled out again, but he didn’t torment me long. Once he was certain I was stable, he laced his fingers with mine and took me inside, away from the people grilling, chatting, and swimming.

Harry was the only one who noticed us sneaking away, but unlike the typical Harry way, he didn’t even acknowledge us. I guess it was so no one else would notice.

Niall pulled me through my house and straight upstairs to my bedroom. I hadn’t expected him to be so direct, but the moment my bedroom door was shut, he pushed me down onto my bed and climbed on top of me.

I was a wildfire, burning endlessly and brightly while his lips danced with mine in an exotic way.
There was a certain passion Niall didn’t usually put into kisses, even sexy time kisses.

This was something else entirely, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Wearing a dress had many advantages. Easy access for situations—like Niall—was one of them.

His hand slid underneath my dress and slid along the waistband of my underwear. He didn’t just rub across that tender skin just once, but repeatedly. Purposely.

And when I started to protest, remind him we only had so much time, his fingers slid even lower. Even I could feel the heat radiating from underneath my soaked panties, so I knew Niall could, too.

He rubbed his finger across my center and pulled my lips up into another deep kiss. When I felt his tongue slid across my lip, his finger rubbed against my clit in a way that sent me reeling.

Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, his teeth latched onto my bottom lip, and he tugged. Ever so slightly . . . .

And then, when I’m about to beg him to take me, he stood from the bed, ran his fingers through his hair, and walked right out the door.

No. Fucking . . . no.

I chased after him, and he took off running down the stairs. It was probably interesting to watch as a third party, but for us, it was just a game.

A game that abruptly came to an end when I heard screaming outside.

“Harry!”

Notes

So, uh, yeah. Don't kill me? I'll update again asap, but I want some comments first. Lemme know you guys are still out there reading, yeah?

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