Taciturn (Niall Horan)

CHAPTER 9 - Last Night

Niall’s POV

“Oh yes, Nona! Yeah!”

“Niall, wake up. Niall!”

*THUG*

My head just did a collision with the bunk’s ceiling causing a loud thud. I rub the injured part of my head.

“Jesus. Harry, have you learned not to wake up someone when they’re in their deep slumber?” I complained to Harry who’s smirking at me.

“Well, I thought you were having a nightmare but instead, you’re calling Nona’s name and moaning.” He said without losing the smirk on his face.

“No, I didn’t.” I widened my eyes at him.

“Yes, you did.” He shrugged.

“What else did I say?” I asked him and I could feel the heat rising up to my cheeks.

“Nothing, just her name.” he replied.

“You sure about that?” I asked looking around the bunk area to check if there’s someone awake, listening to our conversation.

“Positive.” He assured me. “And don’t worry. Everybody’s out already.”

“Really?” so no one heard except him.

“Yeah, we’re all out there. I just came back to check if your already awake when I found you moaning. What are you dreaming about? Having— Ouch! What is that for?” before Harry could finish his statement; I hit him on the back of his head.

“Of course, not.” I denied. Well, it’s not really what Harry thinks. The dream was about, uhm, we’re just kissing in there. That’s all.

“I don’t even remember what I’ve dreamt of so don’t ask.” I told him.

“Okay. If that’s what you want. But I’m sure it has something to do about what happened last night.” And Harry walked away before I could even answer.

Oh last night. I get out of my bunk and stand up on my feet. I shake my head trying to erase the images of last night but of course, it would never happen. Last night was really unforgettable. Good thing we don’t have any alcoholic beverages or else, I could’ve have done worse.

“Oh and Nialler.” Harry called out. I thought he already left?

“I think she’s a good kisser.” Harry told me and went down the bus while I was left standing there.

 How come he could say that?! I— Never mind.

I put on a shirt to cover my torso and pull up a grey shorts. I followed Harry’s tracks earlier out of the bus. The bus is parked inside the venue so I know the rest we’re already inside the arena.

“Morning.” I greeted to everyone along the way the main arena.

They are all giving me this skeptical look. What’s wrong on greeting them?

I reached side of the stage and get up immediately as I see the others lads.

“Morning!” I shouted out loud that my voice echoed all throughout the arena.

“Well, good afternoon, Mr. Horan!” Louis greeted back as loud as I am.

I blinked a few times. What time is it? I check my phone to see and its 2PM. I slept in.

“Maybe he didn’t quite sleep last night.” I heard Liam said.

“Actually, I caught him moaning in his dream. He’s replaying the scene but ten times beyond his imagination.” Harry proudly told the boys.