Friends with benefits

Chapter 6: Clubbing

Chapter 6

We were finally leaving New York tomorrow. We were on our way to New Jersey to continue their tour and we agreed to go last minute shopping here.

"Are you sure you're okay going alone? I mean, it's your first time leaving Los Angeles." Lou asked me, concerned. She truly cared for me and I appreciated it. I've never mentioned this, but me and Kiera came from LA. And I've never really left that place.

"Lou. I said its fine. You don't have to come, seriously. You need all the rest you can get because you're pregnant."

"Thanks, Holly. I appreciate it! Have fun!" she said as I go out the door. I wore the outfit Kiera packed in my suitcase; which is, ripped neon yellow shorts, a black crop top and brown leather boots. She said I should start wearing clothes that "seduce" guys. I haven't really tried so this is probably my first attempt.

As I enter the elevator I saw Niall. He was wearing jeans, a loose black polo and some Converse. His hair was still wet and he didn't even bother fixing it.

"Oh, hey!" I say. "Where are you going?"

He looked confused. "I was going to see you?"

"Huh?" I asked. Okay, so this is really confusing.

He smiled. "I'm not really sure, either. Harry told me to checkup on you. But you're probably going out with Harry, right?" Harry was right. He WAS going to help me with Niall.

"Yes and no." I answered. He squinted his eyes in confusion and I explained further. "I am going out but not with Harry."

Suddenly we heard a ping and the elevator doors open and we step out. "Really? So, you're going alone?"

I shrugged. "Who can I bring, anyway?"

His eyes lit up and he looked down at me with his blue eyes. "Well, you can bring me. I have nothing to do, anyway."

I laughed. "And people will mob us the moment we step out of this hotel." I said. "You don't even have your hoodie."

He shrugs. "I don't really mind being mobbed as long as I'm with you."

I blushed. "Fine! You won Nialler!"

He laughs and walks out the door, taking my hand and something bright hit my eyes the moment we stepped out. I thought it was the sun but it was camera flashes and they were everywhere. Paparazzi's.

"Shit." He mutters under his breath. He runs to the left, still holding my hand and we went straight to an alley. "Okay. This is hard." He sighs.

"I told you!" I scold him. I reach for my bag and brought out my pink hoodie. "Here," I say, handing it to him. "Wear that."

He eyes the hoodie and smirks. "You're making me wear this? It's pink!"

I laugh. "No other choice Niall. Either you wear that or you go back to the hotel."

He finally lets out a laugh and slowly wears it. "Just promise me something." He asks.

"What?" I snap.

"I get to keep this."

I eye him suspiciously. "Fine. Just go. I need to buy some clothes."

"Didn't you bring enough?" he asks. We were out now and the paparazzi's didn't seem to notice him. I mean, Niall Horan wearing a pink hoodie?

"No." I lie but truth is, Harry had been throwing them out saying he doesn't want other people seeing me wearing it. So far, and by the grace of God, he just threw out some of my lingerie.