For Your Eyes Only

I was scared. I was fragile, so new to having a boyfriend. But I could see that I wasn’t the only one who was treading carefully for the first few weeks. Niall was nervous as well, but not nearly as much as I was. It wasn’t a fear of him. I was used to men hurting me, but I knew from the start that Niall was different. The boys were different. Then, yesterday, when he kissed me in front of the paparazzi, I felt different. I didn’t care what they thought anymore. I just wanted to be his.
“She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love,” I sang for the millionth time today as I carried Niall, Liam, and Louis’ laundry down the hall to Harry’s room where Dave would pick it up in the morning. After a month on the road, I had taken on a few responsibilities of my own. Niall was strictly against me having to do any work at all, but I refused to sit around and watch the crew do everything.
The song was branded into my brain today for some reason. I just could not seem to get it out of my head… until I heard Niall’s sweet, angelic voice emanating from down the hall. We had all gotten rooms in the same hallway, including the crew, so we just left the doors open to make coming and going easier.
“Remember the day we were giving up, and you told me I didn’t give you enough, and all of your friends were saying I’d be leaving ya?”
I paused and moved closer to the door to hear better.
“She’s lying in bed with my t-shirt on, just thinking how I went about it wrong. This isn’t the stain of a red wine. I’m bleeding love.”
Oh, his perfect angel voice.
“Please believe me don’t you see the things you mean to me, oh I love you, I love you, I love, I love, I love Olivia.” I laughed at my own surprise at the name inserted at the end. I was more focused on my boyfriend’s gorgeous, rumbly morning voice that was so dang hot.
“Yeah that was way better than the other one,” he said as I smiled and I continued my trek, squeezing through the doorway into Harry’s room.
“Oh, hey Annie, let me help you,” he said reaching for the oversized and overfilled basket.
“No, I can do it,” I argued, pulling away. Sure it was heavy, but I could handle it… right? Nope. Just as I passed Harry in the small entrance, my foot caught on his suitcase and I went crashing loudly to the floor.
“Shoot, Annie, are you-” My laughter cut his sentence short. Niall and Paul came running in to see me in a pile of laundry holding my sides and laughing like a monkey on drugs, and Harry helplessly standing there in utter confusion.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I mumbled once I had enough air to form words. That was so embarrassing!
“What happened?” Niall asked, just as confused as Harry.
“Well, I asked her if she wanted help, but she said no and then she just… fell over,” Harry said blankly, sending me into another fit of laughter.
“M-my foot caught on the… on the suitcase and… I fell,” I said between laughs. Harry and Niall each offered a hand and I took both. They pulled me to my feet and began helping me clean up my mess.
Suddenly all our phones went off simultaneously.
“That’s management,” said Harry, getting to his first. “Let’s go.” They called a meeting with the boys, but for some reason they included me. That was unusual. We left the rest of the laundry mess and headed to Niall’s room, where the text said to go. Liam and Louis were already there. We all piled up on the nearest bed and watched Julian expectantly.
“Ok guys, first of all I just want to point out that the first show is in a week. Second, Louis, if you ever leave a zombie mask in my suitcase again, I will kill you. And finally, we’re packing up and heading out to get to Paris tomorrow night.”
“I thought we were going to Berlin first,” said Liam, scratching his head.
“No, we’re going there later on. We’re starting in France.” He abruptly turned and pulled out a laptop, quickly getting on twitter and pulling up a picture. He moved out of the way so we could see, and all eyes went to me as I gasped. I’m sure the colour of my face at the moment was enough to write “Fifty Shades of Red”, but for some reason Niall was laughing.
There, on the screen was a gif of Niall sweeping me off my feet and kissing my thoroughly. Julian scrolled down to a full video of the event, and the boys were in hysterics at the intimate moment Niall and I had shared. Apparently it wasn’t so intimate.
“Guys,” Julian started. “Of all the stupid, idiotic ways to go public…” And finally I broke a smile. My embarrassment turned to elation as I remembered his lips. Now everyone knew that I was his, and he was mine. Suddenly his arms came around me and he hauled me backwards on the bed until he was leaning over me and kissing me again. How did he know exactly what I wanted? Was I that obvious?
“Ewwww, get a room!” exclaimed Harry. Well, that left only Louis to tell us to ‘get a room’. Niall laughed and climbed off the bed as Julian told us to “Get outta here”. We followed the other boys out, but Julian’s voice stopped me.
“Annie, one more thing. You’re going home.”

Notes

I'm getting my first pedicure with my friend for her 18th birthday!!!!