Don't Let Me Go
Seven
I crumple the note in my hand and toss it into the the rubbish bin, smiling a little when it lands square in the bin, reminding me of when the lads and I played rubbish basketball whenever we were bored on the tour bus. The pounding in my head alerts me to the fact that I have yet to take any Advil or BCs. I get to that and start a pot of coffee while I'm at. I'm not usually a big fan of coffee, but it was a miracle worker for hangovers. After my coffee is done and the medicine has been downed, I lay on my couch and begin to scroll through my twitter, groaning when I repeatedly see my name mentioned on a picture of me and Krista leaving the club late last night. My hand was wrapped rather snugly around her waist and she was pressed tightly into my side, her lips close to my ear. I feel almost guilty looking at the picture. I grimace, remembering how the paps had gotten similar pictures of me and Carter's mum.
“I love you so much.” She whispers in my ear as we exit the club, our sights set on the comfy bed in our latest hotel room. And not just for sleeping.
I kiss her cheek sloppily before turning to the paps and smiling cheekily. “That's right!” I shout, not really worrying about how much trouble I was going to get in for this. “I'm getting laid tonight! Little Nialler isn't so innocent now is he?” I grab her hand and make a run for it, smiling at how I can hear her laugh behind me for dragging us behind some alley way and pressing her up against the wall. She squeals in surprise but I silence her as I kiss her.
“I love you too.” I say after making sure to leave a love bite on her shoulder. She shudders at my hot breath in her ear and I laugh at how badly she's blushing. “Come on now. Let's go find that hotel room.”
The memory leaves me breathless and then I suddenly remember one of the consequences of that night: Carter.
I had forgotten to go pick him up! I grab my phone and keys and practically sprint to my car. The ride there is mainly of me bashing myself for forgetting my own son. At least my headache had eased up a little.
“I'm so sorry El. I feel like a complete jackas- booty head.” I reword my sentence as Carter toddles into my view.
“It's fine, Ni! With the way Louis is acting, I'm a little surprised that you're able to stand the sunlight.” She jokes, ushering Carter into my arms. I pick him up and set on my hip before moving in to hug Eleanor.
“Thanks, love!” I call over my shoulder before getting back in the car.
“Alright, bud. Where you wanna go?” He seems to think for a moment before shouting, “Ice cream!” Dairy Queen it is. One of the perks of being in America.
“OMG It's Neil!” One of the girls behind me squeals to her friend. She was obviously one of those- what do our fans call them? Directionaters?
“Actually,” I say, turning around, Carter in arm, “it's Niall.” The girl's friend looks embarrassed but the she just flicks her hair over shoulder. “Whatever. Do you like, want my numbe- oh, wait. Is that your son?” The way she asks it, so disdainfully has me really wanting to yell at her. But of course, I don't have that privilege.
“Next!” The teenager behind the ice cream counter calls and I turn back around and order myself a double scoop chocolate peanut butter while I patiently wait for Carter to choose. “Vanilla.” He utters as he buries his head into my shoulder. I guess my little guy was shy. I pay the guy and take our ice cream back to the car, silently begging Carter not to spill it.
The ride home was filled with the sound of eating and the radio which occasionally played one of our songs.
As soon as we get home, I let Carter out and let him run to the front door, laughing when he stumbles a little before he turns around to look at me and flash me a grin. My phone rings and I answer it before looking at the caller I.D.
“Mr. Horan?”
“Yeah. This is?”
“Ms. Tarim. Have you seen the news today?”
“Uh, no?” I answer, but it comes out sounding like a question.
“Well please go do so and call me back promptly.”
If it's so important that Ms. Tarim called me, I'm definitely screwed. I throw open my door and run open to my laptop and search “Niall Horan news”. This was for sure one of the easiest ways to find new about myself.
NIALL HAS MYSTERY SON! ONE OF OUR REPORTERS TELLS ALL.
And below was a picture of the one person I would have never thought to expect.
Krista.
“I love you so much.” She whispers in my ear as we exit the club, our sights set on the comfy bed in our latest hotel room. And not just for sleeping.
I kiss her cheek sloppily before turning to the paps and smiling cheekily. “That's right!” I shout, not really worrying about how much trouble I was going to get in for this. “I'm getting laid tonight! Little Nialler isn't so innocent now is he?” I grab her hand and make a run for it, smiling at how I can hear her laugh behind me for dragging us behind some alley way and pressing her up against the wall. She squeals in surprise but I silence her as I kiss her.
“I love you too.” I say after making sure to leave a love bite on her shoulder. She shudders at my hot breath in her ear and I laugh at how badly she's blushing. “Come on now. Let's go find that hotel room.”
The memory leaves me breathless and then I suddenly remember one of the consequences of that night: Carter.
I had forgotten to go pick him up! I grab my phone and keys and practically sprint to my car. The ride there is mainly of me bashing myself for forgetting my own son. At least my headache had eased up a little.
“I'm so sorry El. I feel like a complete jackas- booty head.” I reword my sentence as Carter toddles into my view.
“It's fine, Ni! With the way Louis is acting, I'm a little surprised that you're able to stand the sunlight.” She jokes, ushering Carter into my arms. I pick him up and set on my hip before moving in to hug Eleanor.
“Thanks, love!” I call over my shoulder before getting back in the car.
“Alright, bud. Where you wanna go?” He seems to think for a moment before shouting, “Ice cream!” Dairy Queen it is. One of the perks of being in America.
“OMG It's Neil!” One of the girls behind me squeals to her friend. She was obviously one of those- what do our fans call them? Directionaters?
“Actually,” I say, turning around, Carter in arm, “it's Niall.” The girl's friend looks embarrassed but the she just flicks her hair over shoulder. “Whatever. Do you like, want my numbe- oh, wait. Is that your son?” The way she asks it, so disdainfully has me really wanting to yell at her. But of course, I don't have that privilege.
“Next!” The teenager behind the ice cream counter calls and I turn back around and order myself a double scoop chocolate peanut butter while I patiently wait for Carter to choose. “Vanilla.” He utters as he buries his head into my shoulder. I guess my little guy was shy. I pay the guy and take our ice cream back to the car, silently begging Carter not to spill it.
The ride home was filled with the sound of eating and the radio which occasionally played one of our songs.
As soon as we get home, I let Carter out and let him run to the front door, laughing when he stumbles a little before he turns around to look at me and flash me a grin. My phone rings and I answer it before looking at the caller I.D.
“Mr. Horan?”
“Yeah. This is?”
“Ms. Tarim. Have you seen the news today?”
“Uh, no?” I answer, but it comes out sounding like a question.
“Well please go do so and call me back promptly.”
If it's so important that Ms. Tarim called me, I'm definitely screwed. I throw open my door and run open to my laptop and search “Niall Horan news”. This was for sure one of the easiest ways to find new about myself.
NIALL HAS MYSTERY SON! ONE OF OUR REPORTERS TELLS ALL.
And below was a picture of the one person I would have never thought to expect.
Krista.
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12/19/13