You're Mine Forever

Chapter 27 - Ireland

*1 week later*

Victoria POV

I got up with a killer head ache. I looked around and found some Advil. It was 1 am and I wasn't supposed to be up until 7 to catch our flight to Ireland. I tried to fall back to sleep but miserably failed. This is awful. I walked over to the living room and turned on the television. Nothing was good. I decided to go on twitter. I love twitter.

I decided to tweet Niall something cute.

@Victoria_W: I love you @NiallOfficial! Can't wait for today <3

I faved some tweets and tweet stuff about the concert. Some fans were upset about us delaying the tour by a week. My eyes started feeling heavy. I turned off the phone and laid my head on the edge of the couch.

'Vicky, get up. We have to leave in 30 minutes.' I heard someone speak.

'5 more minutes.' I said.

'Don't make me call Liam.' The guy threatened.

'I don't care. Good night. Sing me a lullaby.' And I tried to fall back asleep. Within 10 minutes I felt something cold and sticky hit my face. Ew.

I shot up and saw orange juice all over my face. Harry was laughing his ass off and Niall looked scared. Liam walked out with orange juice in his hands.

'Morning babe' I said with a very sickly sweet voice.

'Morning.' He said horrified.

'Whats so funny Harry?' I asked. This is very amusing I must say.

'Niall called Liam to wake you up and Liam thought it would be a great idea to spill orange juice on you. Niall was giggling until you woke up and Liam thought it would be best for him to leave before he was cooked into a grilled chicken.' Harry said clutching his sides.

'Harry' Niall groaned. 'You don't have to tell the whole god damn story. Jesus you are so fucking dumb for your age.'

'When do we leave? I asked.'

'20 minutes.' Niall answered nonchalantly.

'WHAT!' I screamed. Both of the idiots cringed.

'Girls' Harry muttered.

I took the pillow and smacked it on his head. I ran into the shower took a 5 minute shower, washed my hair and shaved. I wore my clothes super fast, grabbed a calorie bar.

'Lets go Niall' he looked at me and nodded.

We Grabbed our luggage and we set off. There was a limousine outside. We climbed in and headed to the airport. After all the official shit, we finally got into the airplane.

'This sis one of the reasons I hate the airport. Everyone has a fake smile plastered in their bloody faces. Oh and there are bitchy air hostesses. Really bitchy.' I said as a matter of factly.

'Babe, language. Now, I know you hate people like that but think on the brighter side. You are going to Ireland with me. We can have a lot of fun. Fun. And yes, you are meeting my parents and I will be your super sexy, hot guide.' He smiled and patted my thigh.

'Yeah, okay. Bt I'm still scarred of meeting your parents. Like seriously, I'm meeting my boyfriend's parents.' I said. He groaned and started tapping in his phone. Maybe texting Harry telling that we did all the bull crap in the airport.

'Niall.'

'Hmm' he answered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

'Do you have this feeling that Aishna is not good. Like under the category of intentions. She is like, I don't know, controlling Louis?' I said nervously.