Identity

Chapter 8

( I am so so sorry I haven't updated in months, I've been really busy and have had major writers block, I promise I won't do this to you guys again! hope you enjoy xx p.s. there's some PG-13 aspects in this chapter so read at your own risk )

"Courtney what are you doing," I think to myself pulling the newly bought lingerie onto my body. The music from the concert is so loud, fueling my newfound confidence, now all I have to do is wait for Niall to come in. I can't decide whether or not to curl my hair to add to the outfit, or if I should just let it stay straight. My palms are sweating like crazy, I mean I'm about make a move on Niall Horan, but then I remember, I'm the girl Niall fell in love with so there's nothing to worry about, right? My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my phone, unknown number? "Hello?" I ask. "Courtney, playing dress up? I'm sure Niall will love it," a female voice says. My blood runs cold, "Who the fuck are you?" I say through my teeth. "You don't need to know that now, oh don't worry I'm not gonna bust you for pretending to be Stephanie, it'll be fun, just you wait, I'll talk to you later, oh and good luck with Niall, his favorite color is red you know," the voice says. The line goes dead and I turn off my phone. Who was that, and how did they know what my name was, let alone what I had done that day.

*Stephanie's POV*

I smirk to myself shutting off my phone. That little bitch just messed with the wrong girl, hope she enjoys the peace while it lasts, if she can impersonate me, then so can I.

*Niall's POV*

"Thank's for coming out tonight, we'll see ya soon!" I say into the mic before running off stage. I see Stephanie out of the corner of my eye about to leave the venue out the back door. "Stephanie, where you going?" I yell running over to her.

*Courtney's POV*

I hear Niall's voice as I fumble to open the back door, shit. I get it open and run out, ignoring his calls, thank god all the fans were still in the venue. "Stephanie, hey what's wrong?" I hear Niall say, why is he following me? My eyes start to tear up, I don't wanna leave him, but whoever that was on the phone, I do not wanna deal with whoever they are. A hand lands on my shoulder and I jump. "It's ok, Stephanie what's gotten into you, wait why are you crying," he asks, sincerity in his eyes. I panic, I can't tell him what's really going on, ok think of something. "I was on twitter and there were pictures of you and me shopping and people were sending me so much hate..." I went on crying, but not about the fake twitter hate. "Listen to me, fuck what they say," Niall says putting a piece of hair behind my ear. He leans down and kisses me, his hand travels to my waist. He leans up, "You're beautiful Stephanie," I wince at the name Stephanie. I shake it off and bring my lips closer to his. My mind screams at me to stop, but I can't, it's too late. Our lips connect again, this time rougher, we've both been waiting for this, Niall longer than I have. He pushes me up against the outer brick wall of the venue. He pulls away, "Wanna continue this with some more privacy?" he asks breathing heavy, his breath visible due to the freezing temperatures. "Yeah, yeah I'd like that," I say in a whisper. He takes my hand and leads me inside, we quickly walk back to his dressing room. He shuts and locks the door. He quickly grabs my top and takes it off, I do the same with his. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him, his lips connect with mine. "Jump," he growls. I do what he says and wrap my legs around his waist. He carries us over to the couch and lays me down, quickly crawling on top of me. He pulls my jeans off of me and smirks, "I like the outfit," he says making me realize I forgot to change out of what I had bought earlier. I giggle and he moves down to my neck to kiss it, slightly biting at the same time, sure to leave a mark. I flip us over so I'm straddling him. "Eager?" he says slyly. "Shut up," I say back kissinf down his neck, returning the favor. I unbuckle his belt and and pull down his jeans. "Sit up," I order. He does what I say and I straddle him, beginning to grind down on him. "Jesus," he whisper throwing his head back and running his fingers through his hair. Suddenly a knock at the door. "Shit," we both say at the same time. "Niall, what the hell are you doing, we have recording, for the new album, we've been looking for you for over half an hour," Harry's voice says. "We'll continue this later," Niall says grabbing his clothes. "I'll be back in about an hour, you can uh, do whatver you want actually," Niall says grinning. I smile back and wave goodbye as he walks out the door. My phone buzzes suddenly. I walk over slowly. Unknown number. I pick it up, slowly. I press the answer button and bring the phone up to my ear. I say five words, and five words only. "Who the fuck are you."