Daytona Baby [N.H]

27

Niall Horan

"You have no idea what that did to me, sunshine...watching you come just from Nova's fingers..."

"Mhm..." Liv hummed in response, focusing more on the way I was sucking on her neck, pushing her up against my hotel door.

"You came so fast—she's pretty good, yeah?" I continued to edge her just with my words, knowing how much it turns her on. The subtle moan that escaped her lips only further confirmed my assumption.

"The best." She had a devilish glint in her eye that said she's taunting me. She loves playing games. Has since we met. Might be one of my favourite things about her.

"Hm, I bet I can do better," I challenged as I nuzzled my lips into her neck again.

"Oh, yeah?" She asked, and the amusement in her voice had me lifting my head again to see her face. That same powerful gaze was challenging me right back. "Prove it."

"Niall!"

The sound of my name being called was accompanied by a sudden sharp pain in my left temple.

"Ow—what the fuck?" I snapped my head to the left to shoot Liam a glare after I saw the drumstick clatter to the ground at my feet.

"What's wrong with you today, mate?" Liam questioned sincerely.

"Yeah, what the fuck are you daydreaming about?" Louis added with a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what has been on my mind all morning. He can't pretend he hasn't been thinking about it, too.

"Nothing, nothing..." I shook my head and muttered, more to myself. God, I need to stop thinking about it. Can't exactly perform with a hard on tonight. "Can we just fucking start already?" I asked, wanting to get on with soundcheck.

Liam piped up from his seat at the drum set, "Waiting on Harry and Aven."

Of course we fucking are.

"For sucks sake, where are they?" I said, growing more impatient with every passing minute. If I knew we would be sitting around this long I would've stayed in the hotel, probably on my fifth screwdriver.

"Who fucking knows, mate," Louis chimed in, clearly annoyed at the classic Harry and Aven disappearing act.

"Maybe they're fucking in his dressing room." Liam suggested, and at this point I wouldn't be surprised.

"Not a bad idea..." Liv responded, locking eyes with me as she voiced her approval. I couldn't escape her lustful gaze in my subconscious thoughts, and now she was taunting me in reality.

"Addict." Liam coughs.

"Shut the fuck up." Liv countered his failed attempt to conceal the insult.

"Oh, what're you gonna do?" Liam challenged in return.

Just as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Liv hopped down off the speaker she sat on, ripped the drumstick from Liam's hand, and started whacking him with it repeatedly. After she managed to get a few blows in, Liam got the drumstick out of her grip.

"Jesus, Liv! You're so fucking violent today." Liam said as if there was another incident he was referring to today.

"Yeah, she's a feisty one," I commented, earning a knowing smirk from Liv.

"I bet you let her dominate you and shit," Louis switched the focus off Liv and onto me. Normally I'm all for being the center of attention, but not at the expense of my ego.

"It's not exactly dominating if I let her, now, is it?" I asked rhetorically, hoping we could diverge from this topic sooner rather than later.