Pink *Niall Horan Fan Fiction*

Chapter 11

"I still don't feel right about leaving them there."  I mutter, climb in the van with Niall and Harry. 

"They'll be fine.  Eleanor will probably just be put in a boot and they'll chill at the hotel for the rest of the night.  They wouldn't want to ruin our night."  Harry says with a smirk. 

"Oh, I heard who's coming tonight, and I don't approve."  I reply, smirking back at him. 

"Taylor?  Oh p-uh-lease.  I can't stand her."  Harry snorts.  I raise my eyebrows, waiting for his explanation.  "I'm meeting someone else there."  He winks and looks down at his phone.  I glance at Niall who shrugs as we're pulling into the parking lot of the hotel. 

"Wear something sexy."  Niall whispers in my ear as we get out of the van and head into the lobby.  I glare sideways at him, and smack his shoulder. 

"Niall!"  I hiss, swatting his hands away as they try to enclose around my waist. 

"Harry's too busy texting someone to notice."   He whispers, pressing a kiss to my cheek from behind. 

"Oh I'm noticing, alright."  Harry mutters, never looking up from his phone as we step onto the elevator. 

"Where're all the paps?"  I wonder, just realizing that there wasn't a camera shoved in my face as we walked in the door. 

"The hotel manager kicked them out after Eleanor got hurt."  Harry mutters again. 

"That's good."  I whisper pretty much to myself.  Niall's hand still rests on my waist bone and I stand with my arms crossed until the elevator lets us off.  Harry hurries down to his room as Niall pushes me to our room.  Before I can even step into the room Niall picks me up and swings the door closed and presses my back against the door. 

"I've waited way too long to do this."  He growls against my lips before pressing them roughly against his own. 

"I just wanted to do that while I was still sober, because there's no doubt that I'll do that when I'm drunk."  He mutters, pulling his lips from mine, leaving me wanting more. 

"Get your lips back here."  I whine, pressing my hand to the back of his neck and forcing his lips back to mine. 

"Do we have to go to the club?"  He murmurs, pulling his lips away and pressing multiple kisses against my jawline. 

"Yes we have to go."  I whisper back, unwrapping my legs from his waist and sliding out of his grasp and going to my bags.  "This or this?"  I ask, pulling out two of my most revealing dresses I brought. 

"That one."  He points to the tiny, mint green dress and I smirk at his bulging eyes.  I slip past him into the bathroom and take off the crop top and shorts Eleanor let me borrow earlier and I squeeze my body into the tiny dress.  I situate everything before I open the door and ask Niall to zip the dress up in the back.  He complies, and I can already feel that smirk growing on his face. 

"Keep your hands to yourself."  I laugh, closing the door before he could do anything else.  I grab the straightener and start running it through the curls from earlier until my hair is pin straight.  I decide to actually wear makeup for once in my life, and coat my face in everything I own makeup-wise.  I smile at my Barbie doll reflection and open the door to the bathroom and walk into the room where Niall frowns at me. 

"Take it off." 

"I'm not going naked, Niall."  I laugh, digging through my bag to find my pair of stilettos that match the dress. 

"Not the dress, but the crayon marks."  He growls, stepping towards me, his shirtless body getting closer. 

"Why?" I ask, bending down and slipping the heels onto my feet.