Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Eleven

{Chapter Eleven}



          I look down at the microphone and put it on the pole before me. I shove my hands inside my pockets waiting for the DJ put the song but after a couple of seconds. I turn around and before I speak he talked.

          "Hey kid, I swore I had that song on my laptop," He puts back his beats, "Do you want to change the song?"

          "No." I reply after I see an acoustic guitar placed neatly above its case, "Can I use that?"

          "Yea, I only have it there for rock bands."

          "Seems that I'll play the acoustic version then," I grin and grab the guitar, putting the buckle belt on. I tap the microphone and take another five seconds to remember the chord I start the song. I played it before with Josh Devine backstage in Toronto.

          Right, chord C.

          I began to strum.

          Savannah's eyes are on me and I smile.

          "And this is how it starts; you take your shoes off in the back of my van. Yeah, my shirt looks so good. When it's just hanging off your back and she said, 'Use your hands in my spare time. We've got one thing in common, it's this tongue of mine' She said, oh, she's got a husband anyway."

          I try not laugh since I changed a bit of the lyrics.
         
          "There are only minutes before I drop you off and all we seem to do is talk about sex. She's got a husband anyway. She's got a husband anyway."

          "I loved your friend when I saw his film. He's got a funny face, but I like that 'cause he still looks cool. She's got a husband anyway. She's got a husband anyway."

          I get off stage and sing at the people sat on the table and the bars, I spin and turn around while I sang until I got our table. Savannah's cheeks are flushed and I can't believe I am singing this dirty song. I can hear myself clearly in the crowded room, everyone is silent, clapping their hands and I didn't need the microphone anyway.

          I needed drums, but the waiter is using two spoons and tapping it against the table.

          "Now we're on the bed in my room and I'm about to fill his shoes, but you say no. You say no. Does he take care of you or could I easily fill his shoes? But you say no. You say no"

          "Now we're just outside of town and you're making your way down. Now I'm not trying to stop you, Sav…”

          “If we're gonna do anything, we might as well just fuck..."

          A flash.

          No fucking way.

          I stop singing and end the song immediately. Paparazzi are outside, and flashes it's reflected inside. Savannah looks blinded of course, the flashes are on us.

          Removing my eyes from the window, I take the guitar off me and put it back on the stage, "Hey kid! Do you want to play here every Friday night?"

          "Sorry mate, I'm in a band." I grab my wallet and leave – I don’t know how much in the table before grabbing Savannah's small hand and drag her into the restroom.

          "Niall," She rubs her eyes, "How did they know?"

          "They're everywhere." I cup her face and check her eyes "Are you alright?"

          "Yes."

          "Okay," I turn around and stand up on the toilet opening a window, "Sav, I want you to get on my back because I'm going to push you outside."

          I kneel. I feel her warm body on my back and I grab her thighs, and stand up and make her sit on the window. She jumps out, falling on her bottom but she covers her mouth after letting out a whimper. If the paparazzi heard that we're screwed.

          When I get out I help her up and she brushes out the dust.

          "I need you to cover your face; even though they might already have pictures of you just cover yourself. If you think the flashes are... look, I'll guide. Just don't let my hand go."

          I run on the other side of the restaurant, I pray to God the paparazzi don’t notice us. They did.

          Savannah lends me her keys and she gets on the car while I get on the driver seat.


-Savannah's POV-


          This is bad. If Danny finds out about this he sure will kill me, well not really he's not like that, but heck, I don't want a divorce. When I sit down, the flashes are back. Everything is black with light flashes. I look at Niall who seems to sink on the seat.

          "You're sweating." I say.

          "I'm claustrophobic!" He shouts and starts the engine. He looks at me, "Cover yourself!"

          I do what he says and I feel the car reverse, oh so slowly, I wish he runs over a pap. The paparazzi leave to get into their vans and Niall takes that as a chance to drive fast.

          "Fuck!" Niall's mad, I never seen him this mad. "What is this? I can't get privacy in my break?"

          "How did they know you were there?"

          "I don't know! But I'm calling Harry to call our body guards to come."

          "Niall, you're sweating a lot. Calm down."

          "It's been three years and I still get this nervous, anxious and scared when I'm mobbed," He's breathing fast.

          "Park somewhere and breathe some fresh air, yeah? You're driving really fast and you passed the entry of the urbanization, also I'm dizzy, so please stop."

          He nods and he parks on a bus stop, the street is dead empty. He loosens his tie and gets out of the car; I get out too and follow him to the bench.

          We're silent.

          "Sorry you had to experience this."

          "Niall is alright" I scoot over to him, "Thank you for protecting me."

          "I couldn't. Shit, I don't want your life ruined because of me."

          "It won't. Stop worrying," I sooth him, and he lays back.

          I stare at him, while I start playing with his chin. His lips are parted and his eyes are closed.

         "I loved that song you played and sang! I really had a good time, even of what happened, I would go through this everyday as long as I'm with you."

          He chuckles, "Let's get you home before you keep talking like if you don’t have a husband."

          "How about somewhere else?"

THIS WAS BAD. 1D Day was amazing! I watched it all but it kept freezing when Simon Cowell was ON but I loved Nouis and Lirry hour! I had a great time. I’m now watching AMA’s on ABC, ready to see the boys! COMMENT THE LAST SONG YOU HEARD AND ADD ‘IN LIAM’S PANTS”

 

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