One Direction with a Watery twist

Chapter 4

POV:Louis.

"Thank you Australia!!!" Harry screams into his mic.

"You were an absolute blast!" Liam adds smiling at the crowd.

"Thank you for having us, see ya next year Australia!" Niall screams while jumping around, how he's still so hyped? Nobody will ever know.

With that the five of us walk of stage while waving at our fans, man what a night this was, it's our last concert before our 1 month break from the 'Take Me Home' tour. Starting tomorrow we officially have vacation. No concerts, no recording, and no pushy management. Just me, my boyfriend and the lads, can't wait to relax on the beach all day and do just Nothing.

Once we're backstage I take Harry's hand in mine and pull him towards our dressing room. I hear one of the boys yell at us to use protection, probably Payno but I don't pay attention to it, I can hear Harry laugh at his comment though. Once inside the dressing room, I slam the door shut with my foot and push Harry against it, take his face in my hands and smash my lips on his. I roam my hands all over his body, from his bum to his big biceps, his hands doing the same by me. I end up with my hands tangled in his hair, while my tongue is exploring his mouth, He didn't even fight for dominance, he'd already given in to me. One of Harry's hands is on the small of my back and not a second later I feel a hard smack on my bum with his other hand, he squeezes it slightly and leaves his hand there.

When we break the kiss for air, and I rest my forehead on his and smile a little. I open my eyes and see Harry already smiling down at me.

"Now that was unexpected." Harry softly said.

"I just needed you." I told him still smiling.

"I wasn't complaining." he replied and with that he closed the gab again, this time he did fight for dominance, and after a couple of minutes I let him have it. Harry slowly pushes himself off of the door and walked us over to the couch, he broke the kiss and stares deep into my eyes.

"I love you." he said a little breathless, without giving me time to respond, his lips are on mine again and he gently laid me down on the couch, climbing over me and softly laying down in between my legs. His mouth on mine, tongue exploring every singe part of it, his left hand on my hip and resting his body weight on his right elbow. My hands where still in his hair and I gently tugged on it, making him let out a small groan. I giggle at that, breaking the kiss and looking up at him admiringly.

"I love you too, Hazzie." I said to him and lift my head so I can peck his lips softly, and again, and again, and again, before we could deepen the kiss though, there was loud knocking on the door.

"Hurry up you two, Paul is already waitin' in the car!" we heard niall's teasing voice yell trough the door.

"Yeah yeah, we're coming Niall." Harry called back. He got up and held his hand out for me, which I took and he pulled me up to my feet. With one or two little pecks on the lips we walk out of the room, hand in hand.

"Done? Used protection? I'm gonna be an uncle yet?" Niall asked playfully.

"You already are an uncle Niall." I said looking at him while shaking my head.

"I know, but I want a Larry baby!" He teased.

"Did you ever pay attention on school Niall?" Zayn asked laughing. "Guys don't get pregnant!!" He exclaimed laughing harder.

"Oh shut up, as if I don't know that." Niall replied, cheeks red from embarrassment.

He's so cute.

We came to the back exit of the arena and before we go trough the doors I had to let go of Harry's hand. The security guards help us trough the crowd of fans towards the car, I tried to get on my tippy toes so I could see where Niall is, poor lad has claustrophobia. He really doesn't do well in big crowds, tilting my head a little bit more backwards and standing on my tippy toes, I see him walking in between zayn and Harry, holding on to both of their hands. I warmes my heart seeing how everyone treats him, including myself. I feel a hand on my shoulder, I look up and see that it's Liam, I smile at him and we continue walking to the car. All around us fans scream out our names, trying to get our attention, asking questions and trying to touch us.