I Cannot Hide This Even Though I Try ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfic

4 - A Short Trip

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It has some Niam in it, for those of you waiting oh-so-impatiently for me to bring them back.

-Abby

P.S. Dedicated to femaleniall for all the lovely rants she leaves on each chapter. And because she wanted "Niam sexiness".

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*Niall's POV*

(mid-late July) 

"You doing alright, love?" Liam asks from across the room, his back to me as he goes through the clothes in his closet.

"Of course," I lie and he knows it. I'm helping my boyfriend pack for a short vacation with his fake girlfriend that our management team set up. How could I possibly be alright?

"Niall, I'll be back in a few days. We'll just be going sightseeing and visiting the amusement parks in Orlando," he tells me. "You have nothing to worry about," he adds, repeating himself for the hundredth time today.

"I know, but you know how nervous I get when you're away, especially with Danielle. And it gets lonely, too," I argue.

"Five days, Ni. That's all. You have to go longer than that without me every time we get the chance to go home," he reasons.

"But at least then you're going to your family, not showing off a girl you're not really dating," I grumble.

"Are you really on about this again? You know I would be going with you if I were allowed. Besides, even you can't deny that Danielle is a wonderful young woman."

I roll my eyes at the tan-skinned boy as he turns to look at me. "That may very well be true, but that doesn't change the fact that she gets to spend time with my boyfriend and I don't," I remind him. After two years you would think he'd have grasped the concept of why I don't appreciate Danielle's presence.

"You're with me right now, aren't you?" Liam inquires, pointing out the flaw in my complaint.

I walk over to where he's still facing the closet and wrap my arms around his waist, removing any space from between us. I rest my chin on his shoulder a moment before gently kissing his cheek. "Aye, but... Oh, hell, I give up. I'm glad I get to have time with you now, at the very least."

"You're adorable when your accent is at its peak," Liam coos.

I blush a little and roll my eyes at him, as I always do when he makes remarks like that. "Are you saying I'm not adorable when my accent dies down a wee bit?" I ask him, emphasizing the words that I know bring out my accent the most.

"That is so not what I meant and you know it," he whines. He harrumphs at me and crosses his arms, pretending to be a snotty little brat who always gets their way. Which, we all know isn't true; Liam may be a brat, but he's a pushover who always lets me have my own way.

"It's okay that you don't find me adorable all the time," I tease, knowing that he knows I'm just trying to bother him now.

"You're lucky I like you so much, you annoying little leprechaun," he grumbles.

I frown as I swat his arm. "Rude." I turn away from him, stealing his act and (in my opinion) doing a better job at it.

I feel strong arms wrap around me, pulling me into the chest of someone who definitely works out. "You're still my little leprechaun," Liam whispers into my ear, his breath against my skin making me go weak in the knees. As if to ensure that I won't be able to stand by myself, Liam starts placing soft kisses down my jawline, beginning with a spot just below my ear.