Chapter 1
*Niall's P.O.V*
"Niall, let's go!" I hear Liam yell from downstairs.
The boys and I are riding with Lou to pick up Eleanor at the airport.
Its been three to four months since Louis and Eleanor have seen each other because she has been on tour with a modeling agency. She's been a model for quite some time now. It's kind of like singing in a sense, which is what Louis does. She travels from state to state, country to country just to wear bathing suits and stuff.
If I were Louis, it would bother me a bit that there were random guys, who could be perverts, that look at her half naked, walking down a catwalk, but I'm not Louis and if it doesn't get on his bad side, then hey. I'm all for him supporting her.
The two of them handle the separation quite well, considering that there's non-stop drama that fans bring with rumors and fake hook-ups. They're one of the strongest couples I've seen and I'm a bit jealous, honestly.
I wish I had someone that supported me that way. Someone that I could come home to and cuddle with at night, spend hours on end talking about really stupid things like colors or something of that nature. Someone that I can call my own and someone who's just as proud to have me as I am to have her.
I groaned, lazily and got up from my bed, slipping on my usual pair of white Supras and grabbed my wallet, stuffing it in my back pocket.
"Gosh, Liam. We're not picking up your girlfriend." I reply, hopping down the staircase.
Liam shot me a wicked glare.
He and Danielle broke up a few months back and it's a tender subject for him. Especially if someone's mocking it.
Liam thumped me on the forehead and pushed me out the door and locked it behind him as he followed behind me.
I chuckled and threw the van door open, climbing inside and sat in the back with Zayn. Liam took the row in the middle to himself and Louis sat in the first row that started behind Harry, who was going to be driving us to and from the airport.
As we joined the usual bustling streets of East London, I watched as the scenery passed by.
There were small children playing on the sidewalk as their parents tried keeping them at bay as they crossed the streets. There were teenagers doing their typical teenage things. Snapping photos and carrying a variety of trendy and 'hip' shopping bags with older boys plastered shirtless on the front or the bright yellow bag with bold black print.
London was beautiful at this time of day with the sun barely setting and the air is warmer than normal. Granted, people wore light jackets to keep them cosy, but nothing heavy enough to have them sweating a massive amount.
For an Irishman, I didn't think that I would be very excited be moved from home and thrown into a house in the suburbs of London with four others lads that I've grown to love as brothers, but it was amazing. Growing up in Ireland, I knew each and every club and hot spot of the country. It was a sort of culture shock when I got here, but there are some similar things between London and Ireland that remind me of home and make this whole new experience worth it.
After driving for about an hour, we were about to pull up at the airport on the edge of the city. As we were parking Louis reached for the door and threw it open, stumbling out and inside. As Harry finally parked he and I couldn't help, but to laugh as Louis raced around the airport, looking for Eleanor.
"Instead of laughing, go and catch him. You boys know he can't control his legs when Eleanor is coming." Zayn said, shooing us inside.
Knowing Eleanor will be here drives Louis and his hormones crazy. I believe it's much worse on the rest of us because once we get home, we have to listen to the two of them release the sexual tension that's built between the two. It's quite uncomfortable to try and drown it out while watching television with the other boys.
