it was just a song ♫ one direction

Chapter 2 - "How Embarrassed Am I?'

I have to admit, the beginning of the songs isn't as bad. It's mainly about how the girl's react to them. But first comes Harry's part, who smirks lightly at me.

"...Why can't my dick be on tv, I'm sure to lure in ladies..."

The boys burst out laughing, clapping their hands. "Perfect! Bwahaha!" You laugh at their reaction. Then you feel Harry by your ear again.

"Spot on." I turn to him, slightly mortified, yet turned on in a way. He winks at me, which makes me blush. He begins to smile- I can tell he likes it when I blush. He slowly wraps an arms around me, and I don't move, cold as stone. I've only had a guy's arm slung over me when me and my guy-friends tussle. But this was a whole new feeling. I felt so awkward, just sitting there, his arm against my neck. I could feel it. I soon felt his hand play with the corner of my sleeve. I force myself not to look as I focus on the song.

After another small verse, then came Niall's part. I swallowed hard; this is what I was worried about. His verse started about him being Irish, and how he drank. I had one of my guy friends play him as I edited his voice to make it sound like a bad Irish impression.

The topic changed on a dime. It was Grace, acting like a snobby directioner. This is where we dropped the song and she kinda just spoke for the next few lines. She walks out from the left side of the screen with way too much makeup on, sunglasses, as she pretends to text on her phone the whole time. We did her nails crazy, a French tip nearly an inch long. Her nails in total were two inches- at least. She smacks in her gum. She looked like what everyone thinks a snob looks like. While she speaks she talks through her nose, acting like a total bee-otch.

"I mean like, why do you even drink? You're like, gonna keep yourself clean until like marriage. Omg, what a hog of that nice Irish Gold-" Eye roll. "Such a shame really..."

Grace walks out of view, and the boys chuckle except Niall, who stares at the screen. Even Harry chuckles lightly. Then Grace reappears.

"Oh hey. If you like, ever change your mind..." She has a paper in her hand, in which she drops in his shirt. "Call me." She then walks off stage like a too-preppy model. That's when the boys laugh, as the fake Niall digs through his shirt for the paper. He grabs it, looking at it briefly as he runs off after her,

"Wait!"

At that point the boys are at the brink of tears, laughing so hard. I am too, Harry was even laughing hard also. But there sat Niall, who just stared in shock. I then quit laughing as I saw him get up quickly, walking out with making eye contact.

"Iye! Come on Niall! It's just a joke!" Zayn calls, still laughing. Niall doesn't say a word as he turns up the stairs.

I watch him go, then I begin to stand. Harry drags me down. "Where are you going?" He asked, "The video isn't over..." I look at him for a long time, then then I eventually lay back.

I feel myself getting more calm since Niall left, because there was one more part I didn't want him to see. There was Zayn's part about him being a bad boy, Louis and about his 'carrot eating women' explained to be dirty on so many levels, and how Liam was always too good of a boy to even hurt a girl. Then it was time. We reached the slower part of the song, near the end. I covered my face, knowing what was to come.

I peek through my hands at me, without a shirt or bra on, and a dark green thong on the screen. Of course, I was covering myself up by wrapping my arms around my breasts, but it was still humiliating. I was in a thong for Pete's sake. You could see something on the front, some sort of writing, luckily the distance was too far away to read.

But it only gets worse from there.

I danced for a while, the boys whistling. I blushed madly, then I felt Harry lean down to me again. "I haven't seen this far yet..." His tone was sexy and smooth, as he looked up, then leaned back down. "I like it."

Just kill me now. It was the end of the song, and the camera zoomed into the front of my thong. It was in a lighter green writing, done quite fancy actually. Old fashion hand writing. It read, "Irish you were here." That's when all the boys flipped. Even Harry.

I sat on the couch for a moment as I tried to ignore the remarks they made. I finally couldn't take it any longer. I stood, the boys not even seeing me, too busy looking at the paused video screen, and made my way quickly to the steps.

I took them two at a time, hustling to my room. I then realized something, I had no clue where it was. Too many rooms. God dammit. I literally felt like crying right then and there. I could already hear the guys running up the stairs to me...

I then heard footsteps, and an instant after I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder. Tears swelled in my eyes as I turned slowly. I knew it'd be one of the four guys from downstairs, coming after me. But despite my thoughts, there stood...

Niall.