Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Nineteen

LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Nineteen

"Did you enjoy your time with the boys?" Niall asked. 

"I'm fine," I insisted. "Niall, I don't need a babysitter, I'm almost 18."

"I feel guilty about earlier and your arm," Niall admitted. 

"Don't be," I looked at him. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything Niall."

"That's the problem," he mumbled. "I should've done something."

"Niall," I tilted his chin towards me. "It was out of your control and I'm barely hurt and my arm doesn't even sting anymore."

Niall still looked reluctant to give it a rest. Tilting his chin up, I kissed his nose gently.

"C'mon," Liam poked his head into the room. "We're going out to eat, they've got the restaurant reserved." 

"We'll be right there," Niall nodded as he threw a sweater over his head. 

"Where are we eating?" I asked curiously.

"Fish and chips place," Liam responded. "You aren't allergic to anything are you?"

"No," I shook my head. "I eat anything."

"Would you eat candy for breakfast?" Harry waggled his eyebrows.

"Duh, what kind of question is that?" I demanded.  "If it's food and has sugar, I'll eat it. Who cares what time of day it is?"

"It's a wonder you're not fat," Harry shook his head in disbelief. "And no wonder Niall likes you so much."

Niall just grinned shamelessly.

"Hurry up," Louis whined. "Stop having a Narry threesome or whatever your doing in there."

"Don't be jealous," I responded sarcastically. "You can have Harry all to yourself now."

"You're such a Larry Stylinson shipper," Louis stuck out his tongue at me as we walked out the hotel room door and to the elevator.

"Your fans are pretty smart," I shrugged innocently as Liam pressed the ground floor button.

Liam was busy checking his hair in the reflection on the elevator walls. We were quite a sight.

*

"And then she asked if she could lick my face," Liam finished. 

"That's not bad," I shrugged. "If I met Daniel Radcliffe, I'd ask him-"