Welcome to The Show

Welcome to the Show - Part 8

Heyyy. I'm back

WARNINGS: smut, female receiving oral, curse words, angst, a bit of "stalking," i think that's it/

wc: 3374

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Harry had called the next day and apologized for lashing out. He sighed. "I just don't want you getting hurt."

"He's not going to hurt me. He's Niall."

"Exactly."

"Look. He gave you permission that if he does hurt me, you can hurt him," you said, walking out onto the porch where Niall was.

"Hi, Harry," Niall said, sipping his coffee.

You giggled. "Niall says hi."

"Just. Be safe, ok?"

"I will, Har. I love you."

"Love you too."

You hung up the phone and Niall put his arms around you. "Who else do you love?"

"Mmm. My mom and dad."

"And who else?"

"The family cat. Snickers. God, I love her. I miss her too."

Niall whined.

"Oh, you big baby. Of course, I love you too," you rolled your eyes.

Niall hummed and gave a raspberry to your neck. "Love you so much, my pretty girl."

Before you enjoyed some time on the balcony of your hotel room, Niall woke you up with some slow sex. He murmured "I love you" the entire time and you had never felt more safe in that instant.

You were leaving here today to go to the next stop and it made you sad. You loved New York City. You pouted and Niall kissed your pout. "Don't be sad, baby."

"I just love it here."

"I know. And we'll come back."

"When?"

"As soon as we can."

You bit your lip and smiled. "M'kay."

After you both finished your coffee, you packed up your last minute stuff and headed out to the tour buses. Typically, you were by yourselves in them, but someone had to drive, so you two slept as one of the crew members drove to the next destination.

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It was about a week later and you forgot what city you were in now. Chicago, Dallas, Tampa. You couldn't remember. All you knew was that you just got off the phone with your doctor, who was giving you birth control.

As you were talking on the phone, you were sewing an outfit for an upcoming show. "Oh, bitch," you said, luckily after the phone was hung up. You had stuck your finger with a needle.

"If ya wanted me to leave, you could've said it," Niall said, coming through the door.

"Hi, baby," you said, as Niall gave you a kiss.

"Hi, my love."

"I wouldn't be sticking myself, if you hadn't ripped your pants," you said, putting your bleeding thumb into your mouth.

"Listen, it's not my fault I have a big c-."

But, you hit him before he could finish. Niall chuckled and took your hand in his. He kissed your thumb. "Better?"

You pouted.

Not wanting to let you go, he quickly ran towards a first aid kit on the other side of the room and grabbed a bandaid out of it. He put it on your thumb and gave you another kiss. "How 'bout now?"