Plot 22

Chapter 9

Niall POV

We went downtown and had a little fun. Parker got along with the boys really well. Zayn had really taken a fancy to her, but I wasn't sure if she noticed it or not. I may have had a couple of drinks in me, but that was nothing compared to the rest of them. They were completely wasted, all except for Liam. I could usually control the boys when they were drunk, but I wasn't used to being with Parker drunk. She was more outgoing than usual. It was obvious that she was flirting with me. 

"Hey there, Mr.Horan", she slurred, "why don't we go back to my room and have some fun?" She had her arms wrapped around me, and I politely moved to the side.

"Thanks, but I'm going to have to pass on that offer. We should probably get you home, though".

"Why? I'm having so much fun, and I'm just getting started".

I got a text from Paul saying that we had to be up early for our next interview. Great. I called Liam over them, and he helped me put all of them in cabs. We shared a cab back to the hotel.

"Take care, Niall", he said and walked to his room.

I understood that there was a time difference, but why wasn't Megan texting me back? What could she have gotten held up on? I sat in my bed and looked through the pictures on my phone. They were mostly of me and Megan and me and the boys. My favorite was the picture of us at the Eiffel Tower. Megan and I were in the front kissing, and the boys were in the back making a silly face. The weird thing was that it wasn't even planned. Paul took it when we weren't paying attention. I started getting all emotional. I missed her. Yeah, it had only been a day, but I was used to seeing her and talking to her everyday. Before yesterday, we hadn't slept in the same room for a week. It was hard sleeping without her warm body next to me. I thought about the first time that we had slept in the same bed together. It was the day that I had gotten in a car accident, and she had been let out of prison for the day.

Flashback

"Thank for coming today", I said, "I know it took a lot for you to be there, and I appreciate it". 

"You're welcome. It was worth it".

"So, I heard that I'm your boyfriend for the whole night until 6 tomorrow morning?" she blushed.

"Sorry for lying. But, he wasn't going to let me out any other way".

"Oh, I don't mind. I like being your boyfriend, whether it's real or fake". She blushed again.

"So, as your boyfriend, what do you want to do?" The next thing I know, she was on top of me, her lips crushing me. She reached down to pull off my shirt. I laughed and broke the kiss. 

"We're not doing that".

"Why not?"

"Megan, you don't even like me". She sighed.

"Niall, do you honestly believe that? If I didn't like you, why would I be here right now? If I didn't like you, why would I kiss you knowing that you're dating Emmy? Of course I do. There aren't going to be anymore fun dates or crash crashes to get me out of prison. This is it. If we don't this now, we won't ever. It's now or never". I could see her point. She kissed me again. She was trying to take off my shirt again when I pulled her off me.

"Sorry, Megan. I can't. You think you know what you're saying, but you don't. You'll regret it in the morning. I'm sorry, but I can't". I got up and walked out of the room. Harry was in the kitchen.

"What's wrong?", he asked.

"Megan is basically telling me to have sex with her right now, but I can't".