Tap- Niall

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  You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder and you shook your head, pleading for whoever had done it to let you sleep a little longer.

  Then you heard that sexy voice talking in a quiet tone just for you to hear. "Come on babe, I know it is early, but we have to catch our flight." Your hottie of a boyfriend Niall was reaching over you to unbuckle your seat beat. As he was pulling back his toned arm accidentally brushed past your top moving the fabric so he could get a peek at your stomach. There was a flash of something in his eyes and he cleared his throat as you roused yourself from sleep enough to put it back into place.

  He helped you out of the car, and your eyes easily adjusted to the dark outside. It was 3:30 in the morning, and any normal person would have been tucked away in their bed snoozing away. And yet here the two of you were boarding a private jet in order to get to the next country on their tour. 

  He had warned you that following him on tour wouldn't be easy, but you knew in your heart it would have been more difficult being away from him.

  You two held hands as you walked the long runway towards the huge jet, sleek and silver even in the dark. 

  Niall leaned down to kiss your cheek and you rubbed your eyes fully awake now. "Mm what was that for hun?" Your voice still sounded sleepy and you heard Niall clear his throat again next to you.

  "Well love you know that I can't get enough of you. I just can't stop touching you." To prove his point he stopped and pulled you closer to him, planting a long and hard kiss right on your lips. The slight horrifying idea of morning breath hit you, but since he didn't pull away you guessed he was fine with it.

  It was you who pulled back, trying to force air into your lungs again, as your keens felt all wobbly. "Niall Horan, what has gotten into you?" Even in the dark you could see a hit of a blush hit his cheeks as he nuzzled your neck.

  "It's all you babe. When I'm by you I can't even..." He couldn't finish the sentence, because he was too busy snaking his hand up your shirt and letting his hands explore.

  Your breath hitched, hoping that this new confidence stayed for a long, long, long time. You rubbed his abs through his shirt, but that still wasn't close enough for you. You let the tips of your fingers creep under the front, tracing down and up each chiseled line. His breath got heavy you could feel your eyes starting to shut, completely lost in the moment.

  He slightly growled your name, kissing it on to your lips, and you wasted no time kissing him back just as roughly.

  "Will you two please hurry up and get on the plane already?" It was Louis who was standing in front of the opening to the plane, the light inside casting a shadow around him. 

  You guys didn't separate fully, but you did end your kiss to shoot an angry glance his way.

  Still breathing hard Niall placed his forehead on yours with his hands on either side of your face. "Don't worry babe, there will be plenty of time to pick up on where we let off." He placed a quick peck on your nose, grabbed your hand and headed toward the plane. When he got up the steps he gave Louis a hard punch on the shoulder, but all he did was laugh and rub the spot, staring at your flushed cheeks and apparent goose bumps.

  "Humm looks like someone was having a good time." He laughed at how your blushed deepened, and Niall thankfully came to your rescue, taking the seats way in the back. 

  Sitting down you tried to stop the tingly feeling that was still all over you from making you totally go insane. You wanted to yell at the other members to just get off and find another plane, because nothing sounded better then finishing what you and Niall had been doing. 

  Basically reading your mind, he whispered in your ear, "Don't worry hun, the lads will be out cold in an hour tops, and it takes 6 hours to get there...you do the math." You found a sly smile growing on your lips and you gave him a sweet kiss.

  You couldn't wait for the rest of this plane ride.

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