Tiger Teeth - Terms & Conditions // Book Two

Chapter 4

I showed up at the venue a little early.  Partly because I had an interview with some journalist who clearly had nothing else to do and partly because I woke up that morning so fucking horny I couldn't see straight after a particularly graphic dream.  Not even a cold shower worked.  I was still hard as fuck and the jeans I was wearing didn't help at all.  I was sure I was walking like I'd just been on a horse for half the day but I couldn't help it.

Thankfully no one seemed to notice or if they did, they kept quiet. 

The journalists name was Kristen...something.  I'm usually good about paying attention during these things but I wasn't in any head space for this and to be honest, I didn't care if she knew it.

She was a brunette and young, far younger than I was anyway.  This must've been her first assignment.

She shook my hand,

"It's nice to meet you.  Big fan."

I smiled,

"Me too." 

I immediately felt stupid.  Like when a TSA agent tells you to have a nice flight and you respond with "you too".  I laughed it off, hoping she wouldn't stick on the fact that I wanted to crawl into a hole.  I sat down,

"So...what we talkin' about?"

She took the seat next to me,

"I just wanted to...ya know...talk about how the tour is going for you.  See when the new album's coming out.  Nothing too serious."

Thank God.

"Great."  I quipped.

She pulled a recorder out of her purse.  I watched as she pushed the buttons to start recording and then set it on the table in front of us,

"So...Niall...how is it being on tour with your ex-girlfriend and her new love?"

I stared at her in disbelief. 

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By the time the interview was over, I was badly in need of a beer.  I dunno what the hell this girl thought a serious interview was but the questions she asked were hardly casual.  I felt like I'd just failed a test.

At least my hard on was gone.

I watched Kristen walk away shaking my head.  That girl was gonna make some guy a semi-happy, sexually frustrated, anxiety ridden husband someday.

It was three hours away from showtime and I needed to eat and shower.  I was just about to walk back into my dressing room when I caught sight of the red hair I knew well.  She was wearing a dress that looked suited more for an awards show than a stage outfit.  Her hair was curled and pulled back off her face which was fresh with just enough makeup to make her look like she wasn't wearing any.

And there was my hard on again.  Ugh.

She looked breathtaking and it pissed me off that I wasn't on her arm. 

I could see us walking down a sidewalk, her arm linked through mine while we laughed at my stupid jokes.  I would reach over to push the few hairs that had wrestled free of her hair tie and push them behind her ear.  She would look up at me with the eyes she used to look up at me with. 

I missed those eyes.

My daydream was interrupted when I saw Myer walking up behind her...dressed in a suit.  My chest tightened when I realized wherever they were, they'd been there together. 

Rupert walked by, sifting through some photos in his hands.  I could smell his cologne before he made it around the corner.  I reached out to stop him, nodding towards Chroi and Myer,