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

Chapter 18: || ERICA||

Since the incident with Niall in the elevator two months ago, we agreed to be friends.
It's the middle of April and we just finished legs 1, 2, 3, and 4. We toured the Middle East, Australia, Asia, and South Africa. The next part of OTRA is Europe.
Then, after that, we have around two months off for a break, and then leave June 4, for the concert on the 5th.
I've got to say, I'm shocked at how many followers I've gained back on Twitter. Even though I think I'm only getting more popular because of the boys. They tried convincing me that it's because I have pure talent, and I figured that if I agreed they would drop the subject. We were all heading back to London and I guess I could handle 135 more miles with the guys. We decided to check out Wales, then go back to London. Actually, it was Louis' idea to go to Wales, and since he was driving -horrendously- we had no choice but to go.
The car ride back to London was interesting because apparently Niall talks about me all the time, nonstop. Well, according to Harry, that is.
Niall had fallen asleep, so he didn't hear the conversation. When we got to my house, they dropped me off, and they helped put my luggage inside. I got inside and was glad to be someplace besides a crammed car, or in a hotel room or on the bus. I sat on the couch and fell asleep.
About an hour later, I heard someone knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was kind of worried, but it was probably one of the boys, maybe all.
Who I wasn't expecting were my friends from back home! I squealed and smiled and we all had a group hug.
"How'd you guys get here?" I asked, excitedly.
"We have some... Connections," Daisy said and smiled.
"Who are these 'connections'?" Another knock on the door signaled that someone else was here. I opened the door to see five British lads on my front steps.
"I see that your early birthday presents are here," Liam noticed.
"Oh my God! Thank you Liam?" I hugged him.
"Don't thank me. Thank the Irish one, back there," he smirked and pointed behind him.
"Wait, so Niall are your 'connections'?" I asked and turned back to my friends.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'd prefer the former, if I were you," there he goes again with that stupid grin that makes me get butterflies. Not even butterflies, it's the whole frickin' zoo around him.
"Well, thanks. Hey, are you guys just gonna stand out here or come in?" I laughed with them as they walked in.
I watched my friends mentally fangirl as One Direction sat next to them.
"So, none of you are going to freak out? I'm so disappointed in all y'all right now. I figured that when you guys all met, you would, like, freak out... Or faint. But none of ya are doing anything."
"Sorry?" Kayla laughed.
"I can't even handle this. I'm so disappointed," I put my head in my hands. "Wow."
"Wait. Aren't these the friends that you talk about all the time on tour?" Zayn asked.
"Not all the time," I trailed off.
"Yeah, sure. On tour you say, 'oh, how I miss my friends!'" Harry said over dramatically.
"Okay, first, Styles, I did that once, and second, I don't even talk like that. You sounded like a dying horse on the side of a road on a hot summer day in Florida."
"Well, you sound like a- a-"
"Spit it out Harold."
"Nevermind."
"That's what I thought," I sat back, crossing my arms. My phone vibrated in my back pocket. Everyone was in a conversation, except me, so I checked the message.
From: Niall
'Do you want to go out later... Like, just us?'
I grinned at myself and looked over to Niall who was engaged in a conversation with Kayla and Louis. He glanced over me and smiled. I looked down and responded.
To: Niall
'Uh, yeah.. Like, as what though?'
I clicked out of the messages and went on playing Crossy Road. A shadow covered me, and I looked up.
"Can we talk, like alone?"
"Yeah, Ni, I guess," I got up and he followed me to the hallway. I sat against the wall, and he sat next to me.
"So...," he started.
"So... What are we going out as?" I asked.
"I don't know. What do you want to go out as?"
"Niall."
"What?" He asked, mocking my tone.
"God. You make it so hard to talk to you," I mumbled, looking at the floor and I put my head in my hands.
"Hmm?" He asked. I looked at him, and we were only a few inches away from each other. He put his index finger under my chin. I looked into his baby blues, and I found myself leaning in.
He also leaned in, making the small space between us disappear. His kiss was gentle but rushed at the same time. I could taste coffee on his breath as the kiss went on. He pulled away and he searched my eyes as I did the same to him. We both smiled. I thought of the day on the elevator. He was telling me how he was scared of elevators and out of nowhere, he kissed me.
"So, now what?" He whispered.
"I don't know," I whispered, shook my head, and smiled. He leaned in again and gave me another short kiss, but was passionate.
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When we went back out to the living room, the guys all left, my friends stated and I told them what happened.
They all freaked out and asked where we were going. I told them that I wanted to go to a club, and Niall didn't think that would be a good 'first date,' but I put on the best puppy face and he gave in.
I put on a tight, short black dress with my all- black converse. Daisy put my hair into a waterfall braid and I put on some mascara. I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Damn, girl," Kayla said to me as I turned for them.
"He won't be able to keep his eyes off of you," Daisy laughed.
"Or his hands," Abby added. I glared at her and we all laughed.
All of us headed downstairs and waited.
After about 20 minutes, I heard the doorbell. I got up and opened the door. Niall stood there in black skinny jeans, a white polo and all black converse.
"Well, we have the same shoe sense," I told him. He smiled and laughed.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Let's go!"
"Bye guys!" I yelled as I closed the door. As I closed the door, I heard Abby yell, 'Get some!' I looked at Niall and we laughed.
"She sounds like Louis," we said at the same time. We got in the car and Niall turned on the radio. 'Low' by Flo Rida. We sang to the song, and many others as we pulled into the parking lot.
I could feel the bass pounding in my chest from outside. We travelled inside and went to the bar.

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That kissing scene was like weird to write, and nothing happened. What the hell.
-m