The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twenty Three - Tears and Kisses.

Juliette's P.O.V

(Continues from Chapter 22)

"So, how was your first time?" Niall laughed. He picked up a strand of my hair and started it twisting it between his fingers. I didn't have a clue how to answer his question.

"It was... Exhilarating? I don't think I can describe it properly." I sighed. I was still sweating and my clothes were scattered across the floor.

"I love you Juliette. I'm so glad I'm with you." He went to kiss my cheek but I turned my head so that our lips met instead. I felt him smile and he bit my bottom lip.

"I love you too. Are you glad we did this now?" My voice was shaky.

"Only if you are."

I got up off the bed and picked up my clothes. I felt his eyes stare through me. I wondered how everything had gotten to where it was, most of the experience had been a blur, like a clear dream or a drunken stupor. I slipped my clothes back on, only to realise how badly I smelt of sweat. "Ew."

"Have a shower if you want." Niall said as he lay flat on the bed.

After a while under the running water I finally switched it off and wrapped myself in one of the towels that was hanging on the door. The cotton felt good against my bare skin. I crept back into Niall's bedroom, thinking he'd be asleep. He was perched on the end of the bed, staring at the door waiting for me. His opened his arms and I went to sit on his knee. He tightened his arms around my waist and I put my head on his shoulder. My hair dripped down my back and soaked the towel.

"Right, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" I managed to ask. I was too lost in my thoughts. I was only aware of him and me in the whole world.

"Oh yes," He hesitated and kissed my cheek. "We're going on a European tour after spring break. Six weeks long, we'll be going all over the place and gigging, obviously. We can each bring one person as a one-off, and I want you to come with me." He said it like it was the greatest thing in the world. "You can see your dad as well." My face went blank. "...What?"

"Niall, I can't just drop everything and go touring Europe for six weeks. I'm sorry, I can't come with you." This obviously wasn't the reply he was hoping for.

"Why not? It's months away and it's not for that long! " He defended.

"Because I'm graduating soon. I need to get a job and keep it this time, I don't really want to leave Elle when she's so vulnerable. I want to be there obviously. I just can't. And I cannot believe you slept with me then tell me this!"

"Seriously? Jules you'll find a job in no time. You can study whatever you need to study on the tour bus and flights. Elle can come with us. Problem solved right? And I thought you'd be happy."

I shook my head in disagreement. This irritated him. "I don't have enough money for things like tha-"

"Your mum gave you a cheque." He cut me off. I sighed in annoyance.

"She gave me money to get back on my feet and sort out my life for goodness sake! You don't understand." His eyes widened as he took my words personally.

"What, so I asked you to come on tour with me and all of a sudden I don't understand you?!" He cried.

I sighed again and slumped my shoulders. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so that we were face to face. He stared into my eyes and guilt washed over me.

"How could you understand? You've been brainwashed by the media and millions of pounds you earn." I stated.

"...What?!" Was all he managed to say. I gave him a stern glare and he looked away from me.