For Your Eyes Only

I curled my legs up underneath my body in the huge recliner as I listened to the boys’ banter. They were arguing over who would get to clean off the ‘junk bunk’ in the bus for me to sleep on.
“Louis’ got the most crap on it,” argued Niall. Lou rolled his eyes and took an exaggerated bite of his donut. We were leaving this morning, and they had put this off until literally half an hour before we had to go to Berlin. We had finished the shows in France, which had been thrilling, and now we were headed to Germany.
“Oh, c’mon, Niall you know you have more junk than me,” he said. The other three burst out laughing as Niall nodded.
“Oh, I’ve definitely got more junk than you,” he retorted. I blushed, not used to hearing that kind of thing. I didn’t really speak to anyone at school, so I wasn’t exposed to that side of joking.
“Niall, there’s a woman in the room,” Liam teased, glancing at me.
“Oh, that’s ok, she’s my woman.” I laughed as he motioned for me to sit on his lap. Well, this would be a new one. I hid my trepidation, not wanting to embarrass myself, and allowed him to position my bum comfortably. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned against him, inhaling the scent of after-shave and body wash. Gosh, why did he always have to smell so good?
“Get a room, lovebirds,” Louis smirked, tossing Niall a red bull. There it was, the last of the boys telling us to ‘get a room’.
“Alright guys, we’re heading out,” Paul said, peeking into the room. We all climbed off our seats, mine being my beautiful boyfriend Niall Horan who loved me as much as I loved him. We marched single file out of the room and soon we were loaded onto the bus. I was almost shocked at how clean it was, considering that it was generally inhabited by four boys in their twenties.
I ended up cleaning off the junk bunk, but I also helped them organize and find places for all the extra crap. I finally pushed the last box of poptarts into Niall’s shelf and made my way back to the couch in the middle of the bus.
“It’s official,” I stated loudly upon entering.
“What?” Harry asked, confused. I flopped down next to him and grabbed a coke.
“Liam had the most crap on the junk bunk.”
“Me?” he asked in disbelief. I nodded, withholding the laugh that threatened to escape my throat at his shock. The bus grew quiet for a moment. I was there with the three other boys; Niall was taking a nap. I hadn’t actually spent much time with just them, since most of it was with Niall.
“So Annie, how far have you gone with Niall?” Louis suddenly asked.
“W-what?!” I stuttered. Who asks something like that?
“Don’t look so horrified, love! I’m just asking if you’ve had sex yet!” I snapped my jaw shut and tried to recover.
“Annie, calm down,” Harry said soothingly. “We always talk about this stuff. Did you have any siblings?”
“Um, no,” I replied hesitantly.
“Oh, well it’s normal, I guess, to talk about it. So… have you?”
“Uh, no,” I said again. Why was I so embarrassed? It would be worse if we had had sex and I was telling them. Or would it?
"Really? Not even oral?" asked Harry. I shook my head and was pretty sure I looked like a tomato on fire at this point.
“Are you planning on it?” asked Liam curiously. This was such a weird conversation…
“I-I don’t know…” The boys hesitated, and glanced at each other before Liam spoke again.
“Annie, are you a virgin?” Now it was my turn to hesitate. I was. Niall was even my first kiss. He was my first date. He was my first boyfriend. Maybe… he would be my first time, because he already was my first love.
“Yeah,” I mumbled. I didn’t expect them to be so relaxed. I thought maybe they’d be shocked that I hadn’t had sex, or laugh at me or something, but they didn’t. They just acted like it was perfectly normal for an 18-year-old girl not to have had sex before. And that meant the world to me.
“Are you afraid of sex?” asked Louis. I shrugged, but really I was. I was terrified. I didn’t know anything about it. I mean, I knew about the basics. Protection, all of that. But I was so afraid I’d mess something up. “You don’t have to be. It’s fun,” he winked. I rolled my eyes and watched him climb off the couch.
“Yeah, for you,” I retorted. “I’m the one who gets to experience the pain the first time.” They laughed a little, but soon began to drift to their bunks for a nap. I wasn’t all that tired, so I turned on Netflix and began scrolling through movies until I settled on Grease, a favorite of mine. Just then Niall shuffled sluggishly out from the bunks and plopped down on the couch next to me.

Notes

I didn't choose Grease because it has anything to do with Louis... I just love that movie :P Sorry it took so long to update! I've got a few chapters done so I'll put as many as I can up tonight.