For Your Eyes Only

“Ok, I’ll talk to you later, Auntie. I love you… I will. Bye.” I ended the call and crept into Niall’s hotel room. I knew he’d have food in here somewhere, and I didn’t want to bother the staff. He was doing some press stuff right now, so I didn’t think anybody would be there to interrupt.
I searched through the bedside table, the bathroom, under the bed, and finally the TV cabinet before I saw a mini-fridge hidden behind the chair in the corner. He hid it on purpose… probably from the other boys, I thought with a quiet laugh. I took quick inventory, constantly glancing over my shoulder. I selected a pack of poptarts and a coke, along with an apple and two granola bars. Yeah, I didn’t eat at all yesterday. It was already 10 o’clock, and our little conversation had made Niall late, which in turn did NOT make management happy.
I closed the fridge and slipped out the door, shutting it behind me. I jumped and half screamed as a pair of arms slid around my waist and pulled me backwards.
“Haha, calm down, Annie,” laughed Louis, letting me go. “Niall’s gonna hear you and first kill me for making you scream, and then he’s just gonna kill you anyway for stealing his food.” I grinned, shrugging and looking around to make sure no one else saw me.
“I haven’t eaten since Friday night!” I whispered as an excuse. Louis’ expression suddenly went serious.
“What?!” he exclaimed. “How could you not have eaten since then?”
“Well, I don’t know if Niall told you, but I drove to Harry’s house to watch you leave yesterday morning. Then, when I got back Auntie was in the hospital, so I went there. I slept until about 1, and came here and fell asleep. So I didn’t really have time. I was busy.”
“Sleeping?”
“Sleeping is very important for your health,” I argued. He raised his eyebrows and grinned at me.
“So is eating.”
“Who’s eating?” interrupted Niall, exiting the elevator and coming into the hall. Louis moved to block Niall’s view of the food I jerked behind my back.
“I was just saying that eating is very important to you, and that she should be a good girlfriend and cook you something,” he lied convincingly. Niall rolled his eyes and pushed Louis out of the way. He wrapped his arms around me, but froze when his hands came in contact with the items in mine.
“Where’d you… Annie! You stole my food!” he exclaimed with a half smile.
“You’re not mad?” I whimpered, trying to look as puppy-like as possible. He laughed and shook his head.
“Of course I’m not bloody mad. I just didn’t think you were the kind of girl to steal a man’s food from under his nose!” It was my turn to laugh, now.
“Ok, maybe she actually should cook you dinner now,” joked Louis.
“I agree!” I laughed even harder at the two of them.
“But seriously, Niall,” Louis continued. “She hasn’t eaten since Friday. She had to have something.”
“What?!” And I swear, the look he gave me would have made John Cena cry. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the room where everyone else was talking and sat me on the bed. “Eat,” he ordered.
“Ok, ok, Mr. Bossy,” I grumbled, pouting my lips. His expression softened.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he whined. I deepened the pout until he leaned forward and planted a sweet kiss on my mouth. “Now will you eat?”
“Yes,” I said with a broad smile. I took a bite out of the apple and glanced around. I caught Liam’s eye and laughed out loud at his disgusted face.
“Get a room, you two,” he mumbled.
“Oh, we have one,” Niall smarted back. I laughed even harder as Liam stuck his tongue out at Niall.
“You guys are ridiculous,” I laughed with a mouthful of poptart. Just then, a man I didn’t know came in and waved without introducing himself. As if signaled, the boys pulled me off the bed and shoved the bedding off the mattress, hoisting it up against the wall as a crew set up a microphone. “What’re you doing?” I asked curiously.
“We’re recording for the new album,” replied Harry, walking into the room with a cup of hot tea. “We have to do it on the road cause we don’t have any other time.”
“Annie,” Niall said, sounding as if he’d had some kind of spectacular epiphany.
“Um, yeah?” I answered.
“Can you sing?” Oh shoot. He wanted me to sing. Why…
“I think the more appropriate question is do I sing…” The answer to which would be yes, but not for human beings.
“So you can sing?”
“Oh, I can sing, I simply choose not to.”
“But… I’m your boyfrieeeennndd,” he complained, sagging his shoulders dramatically.
“Niall, don’t be such a cry-baby,” laughed Liam, handing me a set of heaphones.
“What are these for?”
“Well,” he said, grinning mischievously, “You can’t ask somebody to do something they don’t want, you have to force them into it.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand in front of the recording mic.

Notes

Had to bring up Niall's food-obsession. I really feel him on a spiritual level with food. Keep voting guys! I love you a lot more than I love my best friend! (don't tell her)