Crooked

and in this case, it was to deny my sexual needs. [chapter sixteen]

The time had come for their first night of tour to finally kick off, and to say I was nervous was an understatement. While I didn’t play such a big role in helping the boys with their British tour, I was still a part of the team and I had this irksome feeling that if something were to go wrong tonight, whether the boys (most likely Louis from jumping all over the place) ripped their jeans, or Zayn making a stain on his clothes with hair gel, I’d be the one to get blamed. It probably seemed a little stupid for me to be worrying about such small things since regardless, the fans were still going to love the boys no matter what, but I still worried at the back of my mind.

To end the night with a bang – considering their first tour night didn’t count as much, apparently – the boys and crew were going to be going clubbing tonight. I was of course invited, in which I invited Angie because hello, why wouldn’t I? She knew about my debacle with Niall and was technically my guest on this ‘little’ British tour, so I figured no one would really mind. Except for Harry and Zayn, of course. They were both interested in Angie but I knew they also wanted to pull girls on the side. I knew Angie didn’t give a shit, though, but it was fun to watch her tease them while they tried time after time to get into those tight ass pants of hers.

“You’re not going clubbing in that, are you?” Angie asked, pointing to my work related outfit, consisting of electric blue shorts, a white tee and a floral blazer.

“That wasn’t the plan,” I told her, while I straightened her hair in my hotel room, where the boys and I were at the moment. They were staying in the adjoined room next to mine, with the boys sharing beds somehow, and Angie and I sharing a room. I didn’t mind of course, sharing a bathroom with one person already was just enough for me to handle. “Is my outfit that bad, though?”

“Of course not,” she replied, running her fingers through her hair. “But we gotta leave in twenty minutes and you still haven’t showered, let alone gotten dressed.”

I muttered a curse word under my breath but decided to finish straightening Angie’s hair, which only took about two minutes. “Pick out something extra sexy for me?” I asked her as I kicked off my wedges, grabbing a matching strapless bra and underwear set from my suitcase and a towel.

“Why extra sexy?” Angie wiggled her eyebrows at me. “For Niall?”

My face immediately heated up at her words, and while this was true, it wasn’t for the reasons she was thinking. I was still annoyed by the Niall situation, and the fact that Niall thought he could basically just pee on me to mark his territory annoyed me. However what really infuriated me was that he could just compliment me out of nowhere and think that I was going to be instantly wooed by him. Well, you know what? I refused to be wooed by Niall Horan. And that was a promise.

“Not exactly,” I hedged, and before I knew it, I was telling her of my big plan. Quietly, of course, so the boys had no chance of overhearing but still it was imperative that I told her so she wouldn’t freak out later. Basically, I was annoyed at Niall for thinking he could stake a claim on something that wasn’t his, so I thought of the ever so brilliant idea to make him believe that I wanted him, then just when he thought I was his, I’d turn my back and walk away. I wanted to teach him that I was Cassidy Lane, nobody owned me and nobody was going to own me, especially if they went by the name of Niall Horan.

After I finished telling her of my plan, Angie let out a small whistle. “You’re playing a dangerous game, here.”

“What do you mean?” I inquired, curious. “I’ll be fine, I mean I’m just seducing him. A piece of cake, really.”

“If you say so,” Angie replied but didn’t pursue further on the subject. “You better have a shower now, if the boys want to get out of here by twelve. And don’t worry, being extra sexy is all covered.”