Lauren Horan (One Direction Spanking Story)

The First Encounter

Hey so I'm finally updating this book! Hope you guys like it! I'm going to try to post more often but I refuse to post anything I'm not happy with and sometimes you just get writers block... for a year... Let me know what you think!

I remain in the car for a couple moments, combing through my hair and dabbing more concealer on my face- the red is popping through already, what kind of cheep shit is this?! Oh well, I guess I'll just be meeting them as I am, it's not like I'm trying to impress anybody anyway... certainly not Niall. I look up to see Mark patiently leaning against the car hood, arms wrapped around himself and shivering like crazy. Why didn't he...? Oh right... I'm wearing his sweatshirt... the poor guy's shirt is still pretty wet too...

As much as I really don't want to go in- and I mean reallllyyyyy don't want to go in- Mark has been nothing but kind to me, I'm not gonna make him wait outside in the cold for me to get my shit together. I drop the concealer stick into the cup-holder once more and slide out of the car carefully. My body is stiff from sitting so long after the game, the lactic acid buildup a surefire result of missing the cool down exercises. Well so-rry body, I wasn't exactly invited to participate. Feeling tears rush to my eyes again, I decide that its time to change the subject. Like right now. I certainly will not be meeting the boys while I'm crying. Its bad enough that I already look like I've been crying! I'm fairly certain that Niall has never seen me in such a state, heck I'VE never seen me in such a state. With a final grunt, I step out of the car and into the cool night air. Its nearly pitch black and millions of tiny stars dot the sky. I want to just stay out here and enjoy the view, but another glance at Mark further guilts me into making my grand entrance. Alright, might as well get this over with...

"I'm ready" I mutter quietly, glancing at the enormous tourbus. This better be as big as it seems because no way in HELL am I "bunking up" with Niall. Mark gives me a soft, appreciative smile, rounding the car to meet me by my door.

"No you're not" he mutters softly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to give me a little squeeze, "but thank you." I nod and feel a little reassured, quite glad that I have him to go in with. Not that I think they're gonna hurt me or anything, or that I couldn't drop the majority of them if they tried, but when people act sympathetic around me I start crying and I REALLY don't want that to happen. Ever again. And hopefully Mark will keep them in check.

Mark makes the first step towards the door and I follow suit, picking at my nails nervously. When we reach the door, he motions for me to step in front of him, which I do, knowing that he is far too much of a gentleman to let me follow after him. I seriously love this guy. I mean, not seriously, cause ew... but you know what I mean.

Mark reaches from behind me and swings the door open with his massive hand. Gulping, I allow him to lead me through, his hand never leaving my back. He closes the door behind us and rests both of his hands on my shoulders now, something I would normally whack somebody for, though for some reason it was comforting coming from him. Only then do I look up, seeing five smiling weirdos staring straight at me. "Hello love!" one of them practically shouts, his face looking like its about to burst with excitement. I wince at the noise, still carrying a bit of a headache, and raise my hand awkwardly in acknowledgement. Love? Is this going to be my life from now on? Yuck.

"Hi..."

Theres a bit of awkward silence and I know that they can all tell what a mess I am. Great. I look over to see Niall grinning up at me from his spot on the couch. Wow, he really has changed... his roots are even darker! Ha! The second we make eye contact he springs up like he's sitting on a freaking trampoline and rushes over to me. "Lauren! Hi! I've missed you baby!" he shouts excitedly, practically pushing Mark back to attack me with his arms.