Power & Control

29: Only Angel

~A

"Excited to see your boyfriend?" Louis smirked, glancing at me as he typed away on his laptop. I glared at him, wishing I wasn't trapped in a moving vehicle with him at that moment.

"He's not my boyfriend Louis." I grumbled, running a hand through the roots of my hair. My nerves were already taking over me with the festival only a couple hours away. I didn't need his sarcasm.

"Your fuck buddy then. I'm guessing you two already have plans to leave together since you've been apart for so long." He proudly smirked to himself, focusing on his screen. I paused at that moment, thinking thoroughly about what he told me. Was there a possibility of me going back to the hotel with Harry? If so, what did that mean for me and Niall? Why was I even worrying about Niall? We had nothing. I had every right to sleep with whoever I wanted, so did he. Why was I feeling guilty just from the slight chance I ended up sleeping with Harry tonight?

I hadn't seen Niall outside of work since that night I took him to dinner as promised. I was worried about being in public with him, but we managed to go unnoticed. We went to a pretty quiet restaurant and had Italian. He put up a fight when it was time to pay, but I forced him to let me take care of the bill since I was the one supposed to be taking him to dinner. After that, he drove us to his house on his bike. I had kept that tight orange dress on as he had asked, and he had slid it off my body slowly before he asked me to lay on his bed. He teased me and edged me until I was begging him to let me cum. And when he knew he had me under his full control and completely desperate for him, he tied my hands to the headboard and fucked me from behind hard enough to leave me sore the next morning. He didn't ask me to kiss him again the whole night and I didn't dare initiate anything either. The less we kissed the better.

He invited me to stay the night and I agreed, waking up the next morning in his bed with just Irina curled up next to me. She wasn't sleeping, but she had definitely gotten comfortable laying there next to me. So much so, I felt bad for getting up. I found Niall downstairs, making me breakfast. He prepared an omelet solely to prove that his was better than the one we had at that cafe and he already had tea prepared, brining me a mug filled with it along with a carton of oat milk. I found it odd that he had any since he used almond milk for himself and he said he had gotten some oat milk in case I ever stayed over again, so that I could have tea or coffee how I liked it. The gesture might had seemed small, but I found it incredibly considerate. He insisted it was no big deal, so I only simply just thanked him and made a mental note to keep almond milk in my fridge for him in return, even though I found it disgusting. Our breakfast didn't last long, since he had to drive me home soon after before we both had to show up at rehearsals.

Since that day, I've been too busy to find any time for him. We had to change our entire set last minute, so working on new transitions was what took up most of our time before we flew in Germany this morning for the festival. I took a much needed nap during my free time before I got in this car with Louis to go to the venue. The band was supposed to meet us there, having to do sound check before the festival began.

When Louis and I arrived, everyone was already there. The sun was barely halfway down the horizon, but it would be close to setting completely while we'd be on stage. I was jittery with nerves and excitement as I prepared for the performance, going through vocal warmups and sitting in hair and makeup before I got dressed in black leather pants and a sparkly silver top. My makeup artist had added crystals onto my eyelids and done a bold lilac smokey eye, so I was definitely feeling the festival vibes. And it was so nice, getting to focus all of my energy on something so exciting instead of wallowing over the mess that was the leaked video.