The Tour Manager's Daughter (One Direction Fanfic)

The Tour Manager's Daughter - Chapter 3

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~RECAP~

"Come back you cheating bastard!" Niall shrieked, laughing like crazy.

"Neverrrr!" yelled back Harry as he continued to sprint with me over his shoulder. Pretty nice bum this boy had. And those legs...

"AHHHH!" I squealed as I felt Niall tackle us, causing the three of us to tumble down.

"Oww," I groaned. I felt someone on top of me, also groaning in pain. I opened my eyes, Niall was laid on top of me, literally. He looked at me and slightly smirked,

"I think I like this," he winked, smirking some more.

"Shut up," I blushed hard.

"Bloody hell, go get a room." Harry looked at us, disgusted.

Looks like someone's jealous, I thought to myself.

Harry Styles himself, was jealous because of me.

A smirk played on my lips, well done Kelly, well done.

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"Aw, is wittle Haz jealous?" Niall taunted innocently.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Whatever, let's just go back to the dressing rooms before Paul starts to wonder where we are."

Niall slid off of me and stood up, reaching down to help me up. I smiled at him,

"Thanks,"

I saw Harry roll his eyes at us again, obviously annoyed by our flirting. He stalked off in the direction of the dressing rooms.

"What's crawled up his butt?" I asked, also annoyed.

"Nothing, he's probably just feeling moody today," Niall winked at me and grinned cheekily. I felt butterflies in my stomach, oh what that boy does to me.

We arrived at the dressing room laughing and joking around. God, I just could never get used to how beautiful he was, his sparkling eyes, the childish grin he always wore-

"Took you long enough," Harry stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and a childish pout on his lips.

"What's your problem today mate?" Niall asked him, he was getting as annoyed at Harry's pissy behaviour as I was.

"Nothing," he scowled, "what's yours?"

Niall shook his head and said, "Whatever man," as he brushed past him and into the dressing room.

"Jealous much?" I rolled my eyes.

"Jealous? Who said I was jealous?" Harry took a step closer to me, "Don't flatter yourself babe."

"Nice try, I can see right through you," I smirked, "You're jealous that me and Niall were flirting." I took a step closer to him.

"I don't have to be jealous darling," he closed the gap between us, leaving our faces only inches apart. He leant in beside my face and whispered in my ear, "Once I see something I like, it's mine. Nothing, or anyone can stop me from getting it." His rough voice filled the air around me. I stood there, speechless as he backed away smirking, walking into the dressing room.

I stood behind the stage, peeking around it to watch the boys perform.

"They're really good aren't they?" Lou asked behind me.