Damaged - N.H.

32

It had been about a month since the miscarriage, meaning we had about a month left of the tour, and I was determined to enjoy every minute of it. Maybe a little too much. If I was being honest with myself, I was drinking more than I ever did before. It was a good way to help me loosen up and have a good time. Niall and I were back to going out almost every night and he seemed to enjoy himself too. I stopped bleeding about a week ago and had a checkup with a doctor to get the all clear on my health. I was finally starting to feel normal again.

We were currently in Nevada; Las Vegas to be exact. It was the perfect place to have a good time. It was around 11 PM and Niall's show had just finished, which was great timing, because the nightlife in Vegas was just getting started.

I was a little extra excited tonight for multiple reasons. For one, I LOVED Vegas. It was one of my favorite places. I knew tonight would be a great time. Another reason is that Niall and I haven't had sex in over a month for obvious reasons. I just couldn't bring myself to, but now that I didn't have a reminder of what happened every time I pulled my pants down, I was really starting to think about what I had been missing. Tonight was definitely going to be fun.

After the show, we went back to the room to shower and change. While Niall was in the shower, I changed out of my jean shorts and t-shirt into a lacy pair of underwear and a tight, black mini dress. It felt weird to be wearing such revealing clothing after having to be in coats and boats for so long, but it was practically spring now and much warmer here than the states we had been in previously.

I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my hands through my straightened hair as Niall came walking out of the bathroom. He stopped when he saw me, a towel hung loosely around his waist and water droplets falling from his hair.

"Um...wow?" He said, his eyebrows raising in surprise. It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Too much?" I asked, looking down at my dress.

"No." He shook his head. "You just look...different."

"Is that good or bad?" I smirked.

"Both." He replied.

I gave him a look of confusion and he chuckled as he approached me, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me against him.

"Bad because every guy is going to be lookin' at you tonight, but good because I'm the one that gets to bring you back here."

I laughed as he nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing it lightly. "Get dressed."

"Maybe we should just stay in tonight." He smirked, nipping at my collarbone.

"Tempting, but no." I laughed. "Come on, let's go!" I said excitedly.

"How am I supposed to make it through the whole night with you lookin' like that?" He joked.

I smiled before sliding my hands up his chest to his neck and pulling him towards me, placing a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. "I guess we could pregame a little."

His eyes narrowed at me, giving me a curious look before I kissed him on the neck, then the chest, and finally his stomach as I kneeled down in front of him. I could see his breathing picking up as I tugged at the towel wrapped around his waist.

About half an hour later we were rushing through the casino of our hotel to meet up with some of the guys in the band at one of the clubs on the strip. We arrived about twenty minutes after we said we would. Between being late and Niall's great mood, it didn't take long for us to notice the smirks, raised eyebrows and knowing looks from the guys. They also eyed me curiously, noticing my change of apparel, but none of them actually commented on it.I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks as someone asked what took us so long, but I sat down and tried to ignore it as Niall made something up about how long it took to get ready. There were a few chuckles but no one said anything else about it as a tray of shots was placed in the middle of us.