Tour Life ||n.h|| [au]

Chapter 17: ||ERICA||

When we got to Japan, we all realized that we were a whole day behind. Literally. Like, damn.
Zayn told me to get used to it, the time change, but still. An entire day behind.
When we got to the next hotel, I went straight to my room and ignored the few fans in the lobby. After an hour, I gave up on trying to rest. We don't have a concert tonight, so we have the entire day to do whatever we want. Well, as long as management says it's okay. Dickwads they are, really.
I need to stop talking to myself.
I know right, it's weird.
Shut up!
I decided to go to the pool. I dug through my bags to find my bikini. When all of my clothes were on a pile on the floor, I finally found it at the very bottom of my bag and pulled it out.
I put the other clothes in the bag haphazardly. I got changed and put on one of those sundress pullover thingys.
When I walked over to my bed to grab my phone, a knock at my door made me jump. I quickly grabbed my phone and went to the door.
I opened the for top see a shirtless Niall- which I didn't mind- and he glanced at what I was wearing and laughed.
"We were just going to see if you wanted to go to the pool."
"Well, great minds do think alike."
"Zayn did ask if we wanted to go," he laughed.
I chuckled lightly. "Hey, did you bring your guitar?"
"Yeah, why?" He questioned as I closed the door behind me.
We stood in the hallway. "I didn't bring mine, and I usually do. I mean, you don't have to let me use yours. I don't even let my friends look at my guitar. That freaking thing is my baby," I finished. We walked down the hall and got into the elevator. He pushed the button to go to the lobby.
"Did I ever tell you in scared of elevators?" He asked randomly.
"No, you haven't," and it was in that moment that I thought about kidding him. Almost. God, I need to stop with the cliche shit.
"Oh, don't worry, I hear that people in Japan get tapped in elevators all the time," I joked. I looked over at Niall who was starting at me with his baby blue eyes filled with pure terror. "Hey, I was kidding," I put my hand on his shoulder.
And the rest was a blur. He pulled my other hand around his neck and he placed his hands on my waist. He closed the small gap between us and he put his lips on mine.
So, yes, my most cliche dream came true. But, like in every fan fiction I have read, as soon as it started, it was over.
When the elevator opened, Louis was standing there.
"What's going on here children?" He smirked.
"None of your business," Niall pulled away and laughed. As Niall and I walked away from the speechless Louis- for once- I heard him yell 'get some, Nialler!'

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Part three is next!!!!! Wow, 17 chapters already! Since the last one was short, I wrote this up quick. So, enjoy! :) ❤
-M