If I Let You Know... [N.H.]

38. Dancing On The Ceiling

"Wake up, little one" I hear Niall's voice and short after I feel his warm lips on mine, making their way down to my neck.

"Niall..." I mumble turning around to him and running my fingers through his hair.

"It's Liam's birthday" he whispers.

Oh, right: Liam's 23rd birthday.

We decided yesterday that we'd wake him up the five of us. His parents and his sisters are also coming, but it's all a big surprise for him.

I get up and take the sweatshirt Niall is handing me and put it over my pjs. We meet Harry, Louis and Zayn at the corridor, and open Liam's bedroom door with a card Zayn has requested in reception.

Liam is peacefully sleeping on his tummy, both of his arms over his head and under the pillow.

Niall counts whispering:

"One, two, three... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday, dear Payno... Happy birthday to you..."

"I hate you all so much right now" Liam mumbles to the pillow, covering himself with the duvet.

Louis jumps on the bed, and in no time at all, the four of them are bouncing on it while Liam begs them to stop.

We order some breakfast and have it on Liam's room, watching the beautiful city of Washington D.C. from the window.

"See you in half an hour down in the lobby" we say goodbye, each of us walking to our rooms.

As soon as we enter in ours, Niall flops down on the bed, facing the ceiling.

"I'm going to sleep" he says, "wake me up in 20"

I chuckle and lie on him, making him jump.

"I'm sorry" I apologize moving to one side.

"No" he cuts, taking my leg and making me lie on him again.

I look at him. My mind decides to remember the first meal backstage at Dublin, when I felt bothered because I didn't know how shade of blue his eyes were. Now, barely centimeters away from them, I notice they are the color of the sea during a storm. A steel grayish blue.

Niall looks at me and the corner of his mouth upturns before he slightly lifts his head and kisses me.

His hands caress the back of my neck as my fingers run through his now half-brunette hair. Our tongues meet, tentatively tasting each other. Niall's hand trails down my back and mine lies on his chest, my fingertips scarcely feeling his chest hair on them.

The kiss becomes more passionate, more intense, even a bit rougher.

Niall turns me over and lies on me, his lips kissing my neck. He backs away for just a second a looks at me. I've never seen that look on Niall before. But I like it. I...

"Nialler!" a knock on the door

"It's Tommo" Niall mutters, quickly jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom; "You get it!" he says to me.

I hear the water suddenly running as I walk to the door.

"Hey" I greet the oldest member of the band; "Niall is taking a shower" I lie as good as I can.

"I just want a t-shirt he borrowed a couple of days ago back"

He opens the wardrobe and takes the t-shirt, exiting the bedroom a couple of seconds later.