𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

"A lot of people refer to power as shooting a loaded gun. When you have to shoot the gun, you've lost the power. Other people's knowledge of your gun should be enough"
-Irving Azoff

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I think the boys are a pride of lions who have accepted me as their own.

Weird comparison, I know.

But if I was them I wouldn't be inviting their stylist's daughter to lie about evidence of a potential crime scene.

I also didn't have a choice in the matter.

I kind of just got brought along.

Don't really know how, but the boys managed to convince Zach and Caroline to just drop us off at the police station, rather than taking us in.

We were meant to give the knife to the police, which Liam put in a plastic food bag.

But apparently that's not what we're doing.

The car's driven away, Zach and Caroline both in the car, and the five of us are now walking down the road to a forest.

Again, I don't know why I was brought along.

I walked slightly behind them as Liam and Louis spoke quietly, Harry was on his phone and Niall was slowing down his pace until he was walking beside me.

"So," Niall started, his voice low so they boys weren't able to hear him. "Do you want to come to my room? After the show."

I'm taken aback by his bluntness, but quickly shake it off and reply with a small nod and a "Yeah, sure", My voice as quiet as his.

I'm still a bit confused on what exactly I've agreed to. I don't know what the plan is, I don't know where it's going.

I am not a "live-in-the-moment" kinda person.

I'm a "tell-me-what-the-plan-is-detail-for-detail-or-I'm-not-fucking-going" kinda person.

But you know, first time for everything.

What annoys me the most right now is that there isn't labels.

I know it's literally been less than 24 hours since we've came to our agreement.

But I like labels.

Most people don't.

I do because I would rather spend my nights asleep than staying up trying to figure out a name for the situation.

As you might be able to tell, I've had past relationships with guys who hated my straightforwardness.

And I absolutely loved pissing them off with it.

My favourite thing to do in high school.

But unfortunately I cannot piss on Niall with my straightforward demeanor.

I genuinely don't know why I can't.

There's just this little voice in my head telling me not to.

But whatever.

For the next however long we're on this tour, I'll be spontaneous.

And I won't piss off Niall.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

I pull myself out of my thoughts, looking up infront of me because my gaze had drifted to the floor. We were now walking on dirt and grass, trees beginning to surround us.