International Love. ✈ z.h.

fifteen ~ ❝paps and sleepovers.❞ ✈

Niall's POV

I was grabbing a tub of ice cream before making my way towards my bedroom, wearing one of Zayn's T-Shirts as I excitedly thought about the interview he was about to have. He was finally going to confirm what I had been itching to tweet, post, and snap about ever since our first date a couple of nights ago: that we were officially together.

I was the type of boyfriend that liked to show their partner off, and there were over a hundred selfies with Zayn that were just dying to be posted all over my accounts. At this point I didn't care if others liked us or not; we were happy, and that's all that mattered to me. I furrowed my brows as my back pocket buzzed, and as I reached for it, it began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Niall! Can I come over and talk to you? Please?"

"Louis? Yeah of course!"

"See but the problem is; there's paparazzi trying to get into Harry and I's home and he's trying to fight them off but, oh my god, is this even legal? They're trying to come through the front door!" I put down my ice cream and stood up a bit straighter now, getting worried as I jogged over to my bedroom.

"Louis, I need you to calm down. I'm on my way, so hang tight, yeah?"

"Okay, but please hurry! Harry the fucker; I think he left me!" With that the phone line cut off, the action making me more than stressed out as I quickly left my apartment building. I got into my car and was off within minutes, speeding down the busy streets of LA. I considered calling the police but I doubt they would even want to take the time to handle some over excited cameramen and panicking young adults.

I parked about two blocks away, and as I jogged up to his street I stopped in my tracks. Over fifteen men with cameras were trying to make their way into his house, and I was about to try and sneak around when I saw Louis quietly jumping over his backyard fence and softly landing on his feet. He took a quick peek, and when he saw me waiting across the street, I could've sworn his entire face lit up.

"Niall!" I hit my forehead with my palm as I glared at Louis, his yell attracting the men as he sprinted towards me.

"Damn it, Louis!"

"Sorry! I forgot!" We both booked it to my car and were inside, driving off towards my apartment as he gave off a strong sigh and leaned his head against the seat.

"Thanks for rescuing me. I have no idea where Harry went."

"Yeah, of course. Text him, ask where the fucker went." Louis laughed as he pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Harry, his phone buzzing back quickly as he rolled his eyes.

"Harry was on his way to the police station to get them away from the house. Can he just meet us at yours?"

"Always," I scoffed, wondering why Louis asked when they already treated my apartment like it was their own. Harry was going to get the food and drinks while Lily was focusing on gathering the sleeping bags and extra pillows; all we needed to do was sit and watch Liam and Zayn's interview, which would be on in about ten minutes.

"They better hurry up, cause as soon as the show's theme song plays, I'm not waiting for them." I huffed as I pulled into the apartment lot and hurried Louis up to the apartment incase more paps had somehow followed us. I felt bad for my apartment management; ever since I'd come out with Zayn, they've had to amp up their security to make sure no stragglers or loiterers stuck around just for a chance to meet us. We took the elevator and hurried up to the apartment, and luckily, Harry and Lily were already standing there and waiting to be let in.

"About time,"

"Shut up," I muttered, quickly unlocking the door and running towards the television set and turning it on, my eyes lighting up when I saw Zayn on camera along side with Liam. "It's on! Hurry up!"