Sleepyhead

The Turning Point

“You’re like…trembling,”

“I’m excited.”

“Are you going to pee on me?”

“I’m not a puppy, Niall. That’s Liam, remember?”

“Oi!” Liam shouted, reaching over the back of the seat to smack me over the head. I cried out in pain, trying to swat my hands to shield his attacks, but failed miserably. (Because he’s Liam Payne and he’s got Muscle Galore and I’m Sutton Lark and I’ve got Chicken Arms.)

So we’d been in the car for a total of forty-five minutes. Not because it took forty-five minutes to get from my house to the destination of my raging nineteenth birthday party-fiesta, but rather because we were driving across town picking up the rest of the lads and ladies. So far we’d managed to find Liam and Danielle, Reed, Astrid, Zayn, and we were finally about to pick up Louis and Eleanor from some random Starbucks that was conveniently five minutes from the party. 

“Stop it back there!” Paul scolded, peaking up through the mirror. Liam fell back into his seat, putting on his best “innocent Liam” pout as Danielle leaned her head on his shoulder. I glared at the back of his head before reaching forward and flicking his neck. He screamed in pain, grabbing the spot and pointing his finger at me.

“I’ll get you for that, Sutton Lark.”

I shrugged my shoulders with a grin.

Paul glared through the mirror again, shaking his head and turning back to the road. Niall shot me a smirk, waggling his eyebrows in quite the impressive manner before leaning over and whispering into my ear, “Is Paul in for it tonight?”

I smirked to match him, “Let’s just say that he might be scarred for life. Any chance we might lose him?”

Niall’s eyes lit up mischievously, “Liam and I may or may not have convinced him it’s a small get together with a few friends. To which he agreed it would be best if he and Preston weren’t around. Said they didn’t want to “disturb the peace” or whatever.”

“Brilliant,” I whispered, leaning closer to his face until our eyes were locked in what seemed to be quite the intense staring contest. God, I really was so anxious that I was inciting staring contests? I never win that shit.

Especially when I’m staring into literal pools of blue. And Niall keeps making that “doh!” face.

And, you know, Zayn is next to me and his hand not-so-subtly finds my upper thigh. Since we’re sitting in the way back of the car and Niall is one of those people who knows how our sexual rendezvouses, he seems to have no qualms about touching each other.

Not that I do, either. It’s my birthday dammit, and let’s be real here: I would like to fuck his brains out.

So I blinked. Niall clapped his hands together, cheering and shouting that he once again defeated me. To which the entire car turned around to stare. Zayn’s hand quickly slipped away, and I tried not to pout as he put on his usual “smolder” look and glanced out the window casually.

Harry, who was sitting on the seat next to Danielle, just grinned suggestively. I didn’t really want to know what was crossing his perverted mind. And then in front of them, Reed and Astrid were talking in hushed tones. Now that I wanted to know about. And Josh was just on his mobile as usual.

Secrets are fun. Plus it’s my birthday, which I definitely think is reason to tell me everything I want to know, right?

Slowly the attention turned away from us and I rolled my head to the side to look at Zayn. He was looking forward; however, his eyes were trained to the sides, looking at me. His fingers moved, grazing my upper thigh once more, moving in circles and circles and made me start wishing that Niall wasn’t sitting so bloody close. Even if he was obliviously staring out his window, it still didn’t mean Zayn and I could get things a rocking in the back of the van.