Lights, Camera, Action [N.H]

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alright. buckle up for this one. it's a long chapter. read it alone. mum, stop reading. song of the chapter is only for one night by dxncing dxvil.

His oceanic eyes. Blue fireworks exploding erupting with colour, dissipating into the colour grey around the delicate edges. We were holding out for minutes like some sex-crazed teenagers waiting for prom. Sharing an elevator with other crew members was excruciating, we sat in silence the entire van ride, hoping to secure an elevator ride alone but not being granted one. We dropped our hands, instead just staring at each other from opposite ends of the elevator while our fingers yearned to link once again.

Two other crew members tapped away on their phone, they barely even noticed we were there and staring. I was rubbing my finger in circles along my opposite hand, fidgeting while I waited for the elevator to move. It was late, I was desperate to be alone with Niall now. All rational thoughts were gone, all that was left was the lingering of his lips on mine and a desperate need to have it happen again.

We were in a staring contest that neither of us was winning, attempting to keep a straight face but smirking under my chin right back at him. Then - the ding. It knocked us from our trance, the man and woman I didn't know mumbling a goodbye before leaving us in the space alone. The heavy doors slid shut, rumbling and sealing closed. I didn't move my head from the direction of the doors for a second, looking back at my fuzzy reflection in the scratched steel. Every other surface in the elevator was pristine, black-tinted glass. Even the floor.

I was leaning on a bar, my arms behind me and my hips slightly slouched.

"So..." he chuckled. We hadn't clicked another button, the doors were closed now but we weren't moving. I didn't want to be the one to do it, I wanted him to just press the button even though it was clear we both wanted to rip each other open like animals. There was an elephant-sized amount of tension, it was suffocating us both in the tiny elevator.

"So?" I teased back.

"Like the song?" He asked casually, as if we weren't needing to make a decision about where to go.

I chuckled, "Yeah, I liked it."

He pushed himself off the opposite wall from me, stepping towards me with purpose.

"So..." He repeated. I batted my eyelashes, looking up at him as he sauntered over to me. He was getting so close, I felt like I was going to be feral. I had no idea where it came from, our kiss at the arena was so... innocent. It was like something animalistic had been released, I honestly felt a bit insane.

"Your room or mine?" He asked, less than a metre from my body. I grabbed the sides of his shirt again, gripping it harshly and pulling it towards me, taking his body with him and almost slamming it into mine. One of his hands grabbed my side to stabilise himself so his body weight didn't get thrown into me. My fists stayed balled with his loose fabric between them, our lips almost touching again but we both stopped centimetres before they did.

"Yours," I whispered. I didn't need to speak louder, he was millimetres from my face. He turned his head to the side, the wall with the doors and buttons. His free hand reached up to the panel with the buttons, pressing one of the higher floors. His jaw was clenched as he turned to the side, my fingers almost reaching up out of instinct to feel the sharp skin. He didn't tilt his head back towards me, only keeping his eyes locked on the screen above the buttons, watching as we ascended floors quickly. There were only a few floors between the other crew members' rooms and his penthouse suite, I was grateful for that fact at least.

When the elevator slowed and reached his floor, he turned slowly towards me with a seductive grin.

"Ding." He whispered jokingly, raising his eyebrows. The doors opened and he grabbed my hand to walk me towards his hotel room door. He opened it hastily, and I was becoming more shy as I realised what we were about to do. It had been so long, what if I didn't even remember how to do it properly? Childish naivety erupted, wondering if I'd even kissed him well either. There was a lot to think about.