The Champagne Lovers

Eight

"Will you stop!" I said giggling, flailing my arms behind me trying to stop Niall's hands from grabbing onto the thick cotton and pulling at the back of my shirt. Of his shirt.

Pulling it free from the waist band of my jeans where it had been tucked, he skillfully dropped his fingertips under the hem, pressing firmly into the skin on my hips, sending goosebumps shooting across my torso, I could feel the muscles in his strong forearms flex as they wrapped around my waist pulling me back into his bare chest, away from the mirror where I had been desperately trying to get ready for the last half hour.

"Nope... don't want to"

he sounded like a petulant child, and I could feel him smirk against the skin on my neck, arms holding me tightly as he manhandled the button on my jeans, I wriggled in his grip, laughing as his resolve cracked and he laughed along with me.

"I should have just gone back to my own room you know, it seems everything takes twice as long with you here and I've still got to pack my shit together before we leave"

I stopped wriggling and turned in his arms, linking my arms behind his neck, his arms coming to rest loosely around my waist, the autumn sun spilling into his room from the wall of glass, reflecting in his eyes, making the flecks of gold in his irises sparkle against the rich blue as we swayed gently back and forth.

"We're gonna miss the buses if we're not careful" I whispered, twisting my fingers in the soft brown curls at the nape of his neck making his eyes flutter shut for a brief second, before opening them again fixing his intense cocky gaze on me

"Oh Angel... I'm kinda a big deal round here in case you hadn't realised... they're not gonna leave without me"

I playfully placed my hand over the side of his jaw, pushing his face away, twisting out of his grip and heading back to the mirror. I pulled my hair up into the elastic band that was gripped around my wrist and tucked Niall's black polka dot, button down shirt back into the top of my jeans, turning the thick cotton sleeves up slightly trying to make it fit me a little better seeing as we couldn't find my shirt this morning

"Well aren't you Mr Big Shot..." I smirked at him, making eye contact in the mirror

"I however, am not so much, and I'm pretty sure my bus wouldn't even pause for thought if I weren't there"

"Now you know thats not true, you basically run this show but you can always just get on my bus Angel... theres your problem solved"

He shrugged his shoulders, now stood behind me fixing his own hair, running his fingers through the wave that floated across his forehead.

Finally feeling more put together, and the threat of Niall trying to rip my clothes off again seemingly at bay for now, I turned back toward him, tucking my arms under his, gripping round his waist my chest gently touching his with every breath, I looked up holding his gaze, speaking softly

"Don't let the boss here you say that he wont be impressed, and your plans not exactly subtle though is it" my lips ghosting along his jaw

"I meant what I said last night, I'm really starting to not care who figures out what at this point, its really no-ones business but ours"

I pulled back ever so slightly so I could look at him as he paused, eyes locked on mine intensely, making the butterflies in my stomach swirl, then something flashed across his face and the playful cocky attitude was gone, replaced with an honesty and earnestness, and was that nerves?

"But I do understand that its not that straightforward for you and that keeping things under wraps is something you need and thats important for you, and the last thing I would ever want is for this to cause any issues with the tour crew, you're career or any of that"