Music Saves Lives

Chapter Eight

Niall and I had a wonderful day and he spent the night in my room. It was nice to have someone to wake up to, especially when it was someone who looked that good shirtless. I wasn't sure when I was going to be ready to give myself completely to him. I don't think he minded when I told him to slow down. I do however know that Niall is making me meet Simon tonight and I'm scared to death. Sure, maybe one day having a singing career would be amazing, but I'm so afraid that I'm not only good enough but also that somehow my entire past will come back and bite me on the ass.

Niall had left to go to the venue for pre-show stuff, while I stayed back at the hotel, not wanting to get in the way. My nerves were getting the best of me about tonight. Not only will I be meeting Simon Cowell, but I'll also be confronting the fans. After yesterday, my face was plastered on every magazine, again. Just like last time. I understand that some fans are upset. Their favorite boy-bander has a girlfriend. I would have been upset if Niall had gotten a girlfriend that wasn't me. I was a big fan before, I don't blame them.

I wasn't sure what I should wear tonight, so Niall helped me pick something out before he left. He was so sweet about it. When he woke up he whined about how early it was and I pushed him off the bed. He groaned and I giggled as he crawled back up.

"Niall, what should I wear tonight?" I played with the hair on his forehead.

His eyes shut for a moment as he started to fall back asleep. "For what?"

"For the concert and meeting Simon." I stared at him and he started to snore. "Niall!"

He jumped, "I heard you." He laughed. "Just wear anything."

"Niall, please." I took his hands and pull them to my chest as I sat on my knees begging for help.

"(y/n), honestly anything you wear is impressive." He lazily smiled.

"Niall." I whined, getting off the bed and pulling on his arm. "I'll let you..." I trailed off. Wasn't really sure what I'd let him do.

He cocked his eyebrow. "You'll let me what, babe?" he smirked and sat at the end of the bed.

He pulled me close to him and I stood between his legs. "I don't know." I blushed as his hands slowly slide up my thighs.

I pushed myself away and grabbed his hand pulling him to my suitcase. I pulled out various things and handed them to him.

"I don't know how I'm going to be any help." He laughed, throwing the clothes onto the bed.

"Just tell me what to wear." I followed him back to the bed and sat down.

He picked up the clothes one at a time and nicely laid them on the bed. The first thing he told me to try on was a light blue lace dress. I walked out of the bathroom and his jaw dropped. I blushed and he came up and kissed me. His hands rested on the small of my back.

"Ni, you should get going." I mumbled against his lips.

He groaned and released me. "Fine. You just want to get rid of me." He chuckled,

"I'll be counting the minutes until I see you again." I teased.

"Yeah yeah." He rolled his eyes.

"You better put a shirt on before anyone sees you and thinks you're getting some." I picked up his shirt that I had folded on the dresser.

"Don't I want that?" He wiggled his eyebrows and winked.

"I am not a floosy." I threw the shirt at him.

I watched his muscles contracted as he pulled it over his head, "Drool much."

"Just a bit. Now go." I kissed his cheek and pushed him towards the door.