One Fateful Phone Call - One Direction

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Victoria's POV

Shoving me against the wall I was trapped by him once again. I felt his rough fingers squeeze my hips as he attached his lips to mine. They moved together in sync while I tangled my fingers in his blonde locks lifting myself on my tiptoes in order to give him a proper snog. Just as he was shifting his hands farther up my shirt I saw light from the corner of my eye.

“Jesus Niall slow down that's my cousin.” I felt his body being pried away from mine. I opened my eyes to see Liam with a disapproving look on his face. “Now Victoria, how would Eden like to know about this?” he raised an eyebrow and I spoke.

“You wouldn't.” I narrowed my eyes.

“Oh you know I would.” he smirked and set my boyfriend free of his grasp wandering away from us.

“Well, that was a perfectly good moment ruined.” Niall pouted so I kissed his lip that was jutted out and grabbed a hold of his hand intertwining our fingers.

“Shall we go back to the dressing room and maybe finished what was so rudely interrupted?” I asked and his eyes lit up. He yanked me out of the closet and shut the door. Throwing me over his shoulder he ran to the dressing room. I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu back to when I first got to England and the boys wanted the remote back. Ah, good times.

Upon reaching the dressing room I honesty had no intention of continuing our actions. The poor gullible boy didn't even know. When he sat me down on the couch I poked his nose and stood up again.

"But I though we were going t-" I cut him off.

"Nope, not this time babe." I winked at my boyfriend swaying my hips a little as I walked away.

Waking up the next day was god awful. I felt sick when I woke up and it didn't help that Niall had a death grip around my stomach. I managed to pry his arms away from me and run to the bathroom before I got sick everywhere. He must have heard my heaving because in a matter of minutes my hair was being held and someone was rubbing slow circles on my back.

I finished being gross and sat against the wall with my head in my hands on the brink of tears. I know this wasn't forced and I was actually sick, but the memories from making myself throw up were still fresh in my mind. Niall had now started a shower which presumably was for me.

"Are you alright princess?" he asked caressing my cheek with his thumb. I nodded and took a deep breath standing up. I grabbed my tooth brush and started brushing like no tomorrow; I really hate the taste of vomit even though I have become accustomed to it.

"I'm sorry for waking you up with my sickness." I lowered my head and looked to my toes.

"Babe don't be sorry, I needed to get up anyway, it's 9:30 and we have an interview at eleven. Now get in the shower love." I half-smiled and he began to take his shirt off.

"Whoa bro, why are you stripping? Not that I don't like seeing you shirtless but still." he laughed and spoke.

"I'm showering silly."

"With me?" I questioned making my eyes widen.

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" I shook my head slightly and started undressing as well. "Vicki if you are uncomfortable then we can shower separately." He laughed a little at my expense.