Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 10

I bring another pint of ice-cream and coke to the boys' room.

I know they have their own, but I don't want to take all their food so I mentally battle with myself as bring my own.

I open the door and see Richard, my bodyguard, standing in front of my hotel-room door.

As I open it he quickly swings his body to face mine and furrows his eyebrows.

"Where are you going ma'am?" He politely asks me, not moving from his stance.

"Richard, I told you. Call me, Jess, and I'm going to Niall's and Liam's for a twitcam." I smile and nod, wanting to hurry because my ice-cream will melt.

"You can't ma'am, sorry. You need to stay into your room." Richard ignores my plead for him to stop calling me ma'am. He releases from his stance and stands straight up, placing his hands behind his back.

"They told me I could. I'm not spending the night. Common, Richard." I stretch out his name to emphasize how much I want to go, poking out my puppy eyes and pouting my bottom lip.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but you c-" He strops mid-sentence and holds up his index finger at me to tell me to hold on. I impatiently cross my arms and tap my foot, frustrated beyond words at this point.

He turns and walks a couple feet away, taking to someone on his headset,bluetooth thingy.

All I make out is,

"Okay sir. Yes sir, I didn't know. Bye sir." He answers sharply.

He walks his 6 foot 5 , muscle everywhere it can fit itself, towards me.

I raise one eyebrow and gesture for him to tell me what just happened.

"You can go, ma'am. I'm terribly sorry." He almost bows his head at me, his voice hoarse.

"Who was on the phone?" I interrogate him.

"No one important ma'am." He says, planting a big smile on his face and gesturing his hand for me to head to the elevator.

"Thanks." I mumble out of my mouth, annoyed by his lie.

Obviously whoever he was talking to, was very important.

Why did he let me go after he got off the phone?

Who was on the phone?

What did they say?

Something about me...

My feet carry me hurriedly to the elevator and I press level 12.

I'm definitely going to ask Niall and Liam about this.

Maybe they know something I don't?

The elevator arrives and I practically hop out of it, hastily making my way to 417B.

I look at the signs and find myself walking the wrong way; I turn around almost starting to jog to the room.

I see bodyguards standing their; they're so perpetual. I don't think they ever leave the rooms.

"Hey guys, I'm here for Niall and Liam." Unfamiliar with the boys' bodyguards, I decide to be as charming as my voice allows.

The bodyguards look at each other decisively, and end up nodding their heads at me.

Two men move away from a door, and I look up seeing "417B".

I grin at them and thank them very sweetly and head to the door.

I don't have a key so I decide to knock, but the bodyguard holds up a finger to me; he puts his key in the door and swipes it out quickly, allowing me to enter.

I thank him again and squeeze through the entrance.

I don't know why they only open the door five inches wide.

"Look who's here!" Niall cheers as I make why way into the kitchen, laying down my snacks I brought.

"And brought their own food..." He chuckles, starting to stand up to greet me.

He wobbles over jokingly and takes me in a deep embrace and slowly rubs my back.

Seconds feel like hours as he lets go to lead me to the computer.

Liam sits there talking about something in the camera, and I smile remembering all his twitcams I used to watch.

That brings another thought in my mind,

"So, why are you guys all of a sudden doing twitcams again?" My thoughts become reality as I question them.

Niall's face turns from eager to baffled in a quick second.

"W-What?" He stutters. He goes back to sitting next to Liam and just furrows his eyebrows at me, Liam mimicking him.

"I mean, you haven't done a real twitcam on tour since...Up All Night." I elucidate to them while I slowly walk over to where they're resting.

"Wait, how would you know?" Niall's baffled face turns into a wide smirk. I roll my eyes at his expression and continue on.

"That's just what I heard." I lie hoping they believe me.

"You're so lying!" Liam shouts, catching me in the act. He cracks up causing Niall to do the same.

"Did you have a twitter for us?" Niall roars in laughter.

"So what if I did?" I defend myself, irked by their behavior.

I cross my arms and slam myself on the couch followed by crossing my legs.

The boys must've picked up on my body language and quickly stopped their giggling and apologized.

"Sorry, I just didn't know you had one or that you were a directioner." Liam tries to play off a smile.

"Yeah, we really didn't know, Jess." Niall apologizes, his voice cracking when he says my name.

I decide to not torture them any longer, and I grin at their apologies,

"Let's do this twitcam, yeah?" I ask hoping to change the subject.

"Yeah. I just got one question." Niall smirk begins to grow again causing my stomach to turn.

Please don't ask for my username.

Please, I pray silently in my head.

"Yeah?" I bite my bottom lip nervously. Fiddling with my hands on my lap.

"Who was your favorite?" Niall's smirk as wide as ever; he and Liam lean forward, anticipating my answer.

I roll my eyes,

"I'm not telling you!" I snap and go to sit next to Liam on the couch for the twitcam. Liam and Niall chuckle, still begging for an answer but I quickly refuse them all.

Why do they want to know?

They can never find out who my favorites were, they would tease the shit out of me.

We finally move past the subject and before I know it, Liam is leaving for bed in his hotel room.

"Night guys. See you tomorrow." He beams and walks out the room, leaving me and Niall alone.

"I should get going, too. It's really late." I regard to him and stand up to leave.

I'm about to say goodbye when Niall, like always, words beat my actions.

"You should stay." Niall looks down at the floor, shyly, with his hands in his pockets.

He looks up waiting for my answer.

My mouth hangs open and it should practically just be on the floor.

He wants me to stay the night...

Here?