Only You and Me

Chapter 1

Niall POV

"Thanks everyone for all your support! Hope you enjoyed seeing us and we hope to see you again real soon!", Liam screamed into his mic to the roaring fans in the stadium. It was a full house tonight and we had just finished doing an encore song of "What Makes You Beautiful". Once we made it backstage I was pulled into a group hug with my band mates.

"Another great night!" Louis said as he had one arm around Harry and the other around Liam.

"Yeah and to think I get to share this all of you" I replied.

Everyone awe'd and then tackled me to the ground. I was laughing uncontrollable as Zayn had his arms around my waist while I lay on top of Liam. Harry and Louis made it a point to squish both their bodies on top of mine in an attempt to suffocate me with their affection. None of us cared that we were all laughing like idiots on the floor of the back stage concert hall. All that mattered was that we had been given an amazing opportunity and that we had each other.

And that's all that really mattered.

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Groggily I woke up to the loud noises of Zayn and Harry as they were quarreling over who knows what. I could hear them running around outside my room. From what my ears could tell, Harry was being chased by Zayn because he had taken something from Zayn's room. Probably his hairspray. I smiled to myself as I forced my body out of bed. Last night I dreamt of a memory I had experienced two weeks ago. It was one of the few memories I will cherish forever. Everything then had been perfect. The fans screaming. The lights and the sounds. My best mates altogether. Just perfect.

I went out of my room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. As I splashed my face with water up, I thought of all the amazing things One Direction would being doing in the next few years.

Oh! I'm sorry I forgot to mention to you. My name is Niall James Horan. I'm 18 years old and part of a five member band known as One Direction. I'm Irish with blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes. That's all I think you need to know about me right?

Anyways after cleaning myself up, my stomach began to growl. It was definitely time for something to eat. I walked out of the bathroom and through the hall to the kitchen in hopes of finding something to eat for breakfast. I ended up passing a very scared Harry, who seemed to be running for his life.

"Mornin!" I said as he ran passed me.

"Morning Niall! There's some pancakes on the table! Sorry I'd like to stay and chat but I'm about to be killed by a very irritable Zayn!", Harry screamed as he made his way to Liam's room in an attempt to find a good place to hide.

I laughed and shook my head as I continued to walk only to smack right into Harry's pursuer, the one and only Zayn Malik.

"Ouch..." I said rubbing the spot where our heads collided. Zayn, in an attempt to catch Harry, had ended up crashing into me. This led him to be lying on top of me, my body being crushed underneath his weight. I opened my eyes and saw his amber eyes staring at me as he propped himself up with his arms.

"Vas happenin?." I said in attempt to impersonate him. He stared a few seconds longer before he replied.

"Sorry Nialler. Didn't mean to bump into you. I was just trying to catch up to Haz." He began as he smiled sheepishly.

"It's all good. What did he manage to take from you this time?"

"My beloved hairspray!" He replied in agony.

My hunch was confirmed that it was indeed Zayn's hairspray that Harry took. Wow I have amazing hearing.

"Don't worry. You'll catch him soon. I saw him run into Liam's room."

Zayn tilted his head up and saw that Liam's door was slightly open with the door swinging slowly. I could see through his eyes he was calculating his form of attack. I couldn't help but chuckle as I saw all the gears turning in his head.

I had to admit, Zayn was a really good looking guy. His tan skin and toned body along with his brooding appearance could gain him any girl in a matter of minutes. Today he was wearing a plain white v-neck with a pair of midnight blue chinos. From where I was positioned, I could see one of his tatoos through the opening of his shirt.

After what seemed like a few minutes. I realized he was still laying on top of me and I really wanted to get something to eat.

"So uh do you mind getting off of me?" I asked.

His head snapped back at me and he began to smirk evilly.

'Uh oh' I thought.

"Actually Nialler I do mind. I kind of like the position we're in." He said in the most seductive voice possible. I gulped as he leaned his head closer while training his eyes on mine.

"Please Zayn not here" I whimpered as I tried vainly to push him off of me. It was no use though. I was stuck underneath him.

At this point My heart began beating faster. I bit my lip in hopes that he would let me go soon but he continued to crane his head closer to mine.

"Y'know you're very vulnerable at this point. I think I could just..." he whispered his lips centimeters away from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I shivered slightly as my breathing became ragged.

I closed my eyes and prepared for what was coming.

"TICKLE YOU!" He finished as he began moving his hands all over the sides of my body.

Hysterical laughs could be heard through the whole flat as I was being mercilessly tickled to death. He knew exactly where my most ticklish spots were and continued wiggle his fingers around my body.

"Stop please! No more!" I pleaded in between laughing and struggling from his grasp. I knew I should have never confided in him that I was ticklish. Stupid me. Finally after what seemed like an eternity later Zayn paused. We were both breathing heavily when he decided to get off of me and stand up. He pulled me up and then patted my head. I leaned into his touch slightly finding it soothing. I was still trying to calm my breathing.

"You have to stop being so cute." He whispered suddenly to himself.

My ears caught it and I blushed profusely. Hey before you start thinking any dirty thoughts I would like to let you know that getting compliments from one of the best looking guys in the world would cause anyone to blush.

"Sorry I guess it's part of my Irish charm." I said and smiled cheekily.

It was Zayn's turn to blush. He probably didn't realize he was speaking out loud.

"Er now if you'll excuse me I have certain curly-haired demon to deal with." And with that Zayn stomped off down the hall.

I laughed again. I seem to do that a lot huh? I continued to walk down the hall when I heard the surprised cries of Harry as he was at last caught. But I chose to ignore his desperate pleas for help. There was still a plate of pancakes calling my name.

TBC