"How's my drunken Niall this morning?" I asked Niall, coming into the bathroom where he has been this past ten minutes.

"Not good." He groaned, gagging a little.

"Hungover?"

"Very." He sighed. "Hug me." He held his arms out to me. I knelt down beside him putting a reassuring hand on his back when he began being sick again.

"That's what you get for drinking so much." I teased.

"How drunk was I?" He asked. "Like, annoying drunk?"

"Try crying drunk." I patted his back.

"Nooo, I passed annoying then." He groaned.

"Yes, you certainly did, I took a video, I wanna show you." I chuckled.

"Oh God, I don't know if I wanna see it." He sighed, standing up and washing his hands.

"Yeah you do, come on back to bed and I'll show you it. Then we'll order room service and spend the day on the sofa watching telly because you don't have anything on until concert time, yeah?"

"Even if I did I wouldn't be going." He chuckled. "Right, show me this now." Niall said, pushing me to walk back to the bedroom. He got back under the duvet covers and I took my phone and started playing the video.

"Oh my God, why was I crying?" He was nearly crying again from laughing so hard.

"See, you told me you were going to the bathroom yet again so I didn't move and I heard a door closing, so I assumed it was the bathroom door but then when you weren't coming back I got up and the bathroom light wasn't even on so I eventually found you in the hall, curled in a ball crying." I told him and he was bright red by the time I had finished.

"Oh my God." He hid his face in his hands. "I am an annoying drunk, I like the way I was like "I wasn't crying!" and then I started crying." He laughed.

"You were cute though." I leaned on him.

"I can't believe he cried." He threw his head back on the pillow.

"Oh it's not that bad." I laid my head on his chest.

"Let me see that video again." He chuckled and watched it again, laughing his head off when he did.

"I'm totally gonna instagram it." I smirked deviously. I had taken my instagram off private a few weeks ago and since then, my followers have gone up. A lot.

"Don't you dare oh my fucking god, I'm crying for Gods sake!" He exclaimed.

"You know the fans would love it." I smiled.

"Yeah, but-"

"Seriously Niall, you're piss drunk in the video and clinging onto me saying you love me, if anything is gonna clear up the public finding out I was hired it would be to post this video." I pointed out.

"I never thought of it like that.." He trailed off and I giggled and took my phone back to post the video.

I had to trim it a little but all the funny bits were still in. I posted it with the caption 'What I had to deal with last night... @niallhoran' Within seconds of me posting it, I had over a thousand likes and countless comments.

"Will I phone for room service?" I asked him. He nodded and I just told the woman to take up a pile of sweets, cakes, food and drinks and of course, painkillers, things for a hangover.

"What movie will we watch." I turned on the telly and much to my excitement it had netflix! It was one of those smart tellys and it was amazing.

"I don't mind." He shrugged.

"Wanna go sit on the couch?" I asked him.

"Wait 'til the food comes." He replied, pulling the duvet over his face. He pulled me down under them witth him and started giggling.

"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling.

"I don't know." He was laughing.

"You're adorable." I kissed his cheek. He the quickly moved from under the bed covers, gasping for breath. I love the feeling when you're under warm duvets, then you let your face out and it's like the nicest sensation ever.

"Was gettin' warm under there." He stated and I giggled. Then, there was a knock on the door and someone came in with a pile of food and drinks for us.

"Thank you." I smiled as he set it all on the table. He handed me two painkillers too, as I had asked for and I handed them to Niall. He took them and swallowed them with the water on his bedside table.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"Yes, thank you." I smiled as he walked to the door.

"Enjoy your day." He grinned.

"I'm hung over so it's probably not gonna be that fun." Niall chuckled.

"Oh, I know that feeling all too well." The man said. He didn't look much older than us and he seemed pretty cool to be honest. "I better leave you two then." He chuckled and left the room.

I put on some movie Niall told me to and then we moved from the bed to the couch. I started eating right away while Niall just nibbled on a piece of chocolate before throwing it back on the table and slouching in his seat.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Feel sick." He sighed, going to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. "I'll be fine." He curled in a ball on the sofa next to me.

"Cuddle?" I asked, opening my arms and he nodded. "The joys of a hangover." I chuckle, playing with his hair.

"I don't like hangovers." He sighed. "But I like drinking."

"Yeah, you like drinking too much."

"I can't even remember last night, how terrible is that?" He asked me, placing his head on my lap and looking up with his bright blue mesmirising lies. "Why aren't you hung over?"

"I didn't drink that much." I pointed out.

"Oh you prude." He teased, punching my shouder lightly.

"Oh just because I don't want to get piss drunk like you." I rolled my eyes.

I ate a lot and watched the movie with Niall. He watched too, but he didn't eat. But to be quite honest, I probably watched the boy lying on my lap more than i watched the movie.

Each time something funny happened the way he giggled and his eyes crinkled make me smile. When he got a little sad at the depressing parts it made me sad too to see his smile vanish and his face drop.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him once the movie was finished.

"Put on another." He demanded, not even replying to my question. I picked the movie this time and I put on bridesmaids because I don't care how old it gets; I fucking love this movie.

"Hey." Niall grins up at me about halfway through.

"Yes?" I peer down at him.

"I know what will help my hangover." He was smiling bright.

"Yeah?" I asked but then he went all shy.

"No, maybe I shouldn't." He sat up, going all red.

"Go on Niall, just say it." I chuckled, placing my hand on his back.

"I mean," He mumbled, grabbing the cushion from the sofa, placing it over his mouth. "coov- av' sets.." He muttered into it.

"What?" I asked him, pulling the cushion out of his grip. "Say it again now." I demand, throwing the cushion on the ground.

"We could.. you know." He looked down at his lap.

"You know what?" I ask, not quite catching on. He didn't respond, he just picked at his nails. I know he was trying to say something but he kept stuttering and he looked quite unnerved.

"Well.. I bought condoms." He looked down at his hands, then peering up, awaiting my reaction.

"Oh! Oh my God NIall, I'm so sorry." I chuckle in realisation. He was bright red in the face by this stage. He awkwardly fidgeted a little on his seat, then he peered up at me. "Did you buy them?" I asked putting an emphasis on the you. He nodded silently then gave me a slight smile.

"Wanna hear the funny story to it?" He asked me.

"What?" I chuckled lightly at his expression.

"Well, I goes into Tesco to get 'em, right and I was walkin' 'round and I couldn't find 'em so then I go up to a worker and ask her where they were and she showed me but as I kneel down to pick a box she started to freak out and was like wanting pictures and everything saying how much she loved me." He told me and I started to laugh.

"Oh my God, are you serious?" I asked and he nodded. "How didn't you know where they were? I've never bought them and I could guess where they are."

"Guess then." He said.

"Beside the medicine."

"Nope." He popped the 'p'. "Sure, that's where I was looking but turns out they were in the next aisle with the moisturisers." He chuckled.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He laughed. "It was super awkward."

"Imagine her going home to her friend like 'oh yeah! Today at work Niall Horan asked me where the condoms were.'" I said making him laugh but go bright red.

"So.." He looked up hopefully at me. "Can I use one?" I love the way he doesn't use the words and he can't straight out ask me for sex. I think he's just scared I'll give out or reject him.

"Niall." I laughed. "Now?" I asked and he nodded.

"You said last night at the party we would tomorow because you said no when I asked you."

"Niall, you wanted to do it in the bathroom, of course I was going to say no especially when you were piss drunk." I pointed out. "And of course you remember that." I swat his head playfully. "Tonight? Yeah?" I asked.

"Why not now." He basically whined.

"Because, it's early babe." I chuckled and he looked a little disheartened. He nodded timidly and played with one of the bracelets he was wearing.

"Tonight for definite? Because you're always putting me off." He was looking down at his lap.

"Yes Niall, tonight after the concert." I ruffled his hair and he smiled.

"Okay." He grinned, interwining our fingers.

"Why do you always get so shy when it comes to this subject?" I asked him. He shrugged lightly and looked down at our hands. "Come on, tell me." I nudged him.

"S'just I get nervous since that time with the girl who give out to me about me scars." He told me.

"Aww baby." I gave him a hug. "She was just a bitch, yeah?" I said and he nodded timidly. He reached up and stroked my cheek gently.

"Love you lots." He whispered, gently caressing my cheek.

"Love you too." I said, placing my hand on his wrist which was still on my cheek.

"Now I can't wait until tonight." He chuckled.

"Me neither." I grin and he looks up at me with his bright eyes. "Anything I can do to help your hangover now?" I asked him and he shrugged. So instead I just moved over closer to him and snuggled into his side as the movie played. He twirled a strand of my hair with his index finger. My curls were still in and weren't in too bad shape.

"Will you do me a favour?" He asked me.

"Yeah?" I peer up at him.

"Will you please put on that red lipstick tonight? Sends me crazy." He chuckled.

"Of course." I beam. "I know it drives you crazy that's why I wear it so often these days." I chuckled and he swats me.

"You're a devious little shit." He says making me giggle. "You know how to tease me, don't you?" He asked me with a smile and I nodded. "There's another thing about you that drives me crazy too." He said.

"I know what it is." I giggle.

"What?" He asked.

"My curls." I smiled.

"You are a wee shit." He grabbed me by my sides and started to tickle me. I always hated being tickled and now is no different. I squirmed under him and laughed

"Stop Niall! Stop!" I yelled at him as he burst out laughing.

"You're such a girl." He teased as he stopped and I sat up trying to regain my breath.

"How?"

"You're ticklish." He chuckled.

"Bet you are too." I say and straddle him and start to tickle his sides. He burst out laughing again and started to squirm under me.

"Okay! We get it- please- stop." He gasped, trying to get me to stop. I kept tickling him and he tried to push me off. I knew he wasn't trying hard because if he really wanted me to stop he could have stopped me in two seconds, considering he is a lot stronger than me.

"Jen please." He gasped. I finally stopped and climbed off his lap.

"So I take it you're such a girl too?" I asked him and he glared at me.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes. "I am not girly."

"Do I need to tickle you again?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"No!" He yelled and I giggled.

"Loser." I joked.

"Hey, you've seen my chest hair." He reminded me.

"Yes I know and you have lots." I sighed. We have been over this so much. He talks more about his chest hair than he does about his own family. Not even kidding. He started to giggle and I rolled my eyes at him. "You love your chest hair more than me." I laughed.

"I do." He teased and I pretended to be offended. "You know I love you lots." He pulled me into his chest and I nodded.

We turned our attention back to the movie but Niall fell asleep pretty quickly, he was snoring on my shoulder.

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"Hey Jenny, will you come and help me?" Lou asked. The boys had just gone onstage and poor Niall was very frustrated. He didn't want to go on, he wanted to go back to the hotel with me. He's very impatient and still not fully recovered from his hangover.

"Yeah, what do you want?" I asked, going into the dressing room she was in. I noticed she had all her makeup on the floor. There was a lot.

"I need your help, I'm getting rid of the old things and ordering new things and I need to sort it out." She told me. "Wanna help?"

"Sure." I sat crosslegged in front of her.

"And I'm going out later tonight, will you help me do my makeup when we're finished?" She asked.

"You're asking me." I chuckled.

"I liked what you done on me the last day, would you do it again?" She asked.

"Course!" I smile.

"Right, you look through the foundations and powders, primers and concealers and which ever ones are empty throw in this bag, but write down on a piece of paper what you throw out so i can order more." She smiles, handing me a small binbag and a note pad and pen.

"Okay." I beam and we both get to work. They boys come offstage and we're still sorting out makeup. She has a lot. We finish a few minutes after they come off and Niall comes over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I could already feel his excitement pressed against me.

"Hi baby." He grins. "Are we going back to the hotel now?" He asked and I looked up at Lou.

"Yeah." Lou smiled. "But will you come to my hotel room when we get there so that then you can do my makeup?" She asked me and I nodded and turned to see Niall's reaction. He looked a little shocked and confused.

"Come on then." She smiled and left the room.

"Jenny!" Niall exclaimed.

"Yes?" I asked following Lou. He doesn't say anything with people around, I know he won't but he sits in a huff in the car. We get to the hotel and Lou, Niall and I run upstairs. I follow Lou but Niall tugs at my arm.

"Jenny, can I talk to you?" Niall asked. "Just a couple of minutes I wanna borrow her." Niall said to Lou.

"Yeah, go on, I have to get changed anyways." She shrugged and I follow Niall.

"What?" I ask him as he pushes me into the hotel room.

"You promised after the concert." He whined.

"Yes, I know I did but I have to go help Lou now, okay?" I asked, going over to wrap my arms around him but he backs away slightly.

"Why don't you wanna have sex with me?" He asked, his eyerbrows furrowing.

"When did I ever say that?" I ask him bewildered.

"You didn't say it but-but every time I ask- ask you to.. you know.. you always find an excuse." He sniffled slightly.

"Niall, no." I move closer to him. "Don't be stupid."

"I'm not, I asked you that day at my house but you had to go home to your sister, I asked you last night at the party and you said no and then I asked you this morning and you said no but later and now it's later and you're saying no." He exclaimed. "Why do you keep saying no?"

"Niall I don't mean to, it's just a coincidence I'm busy." I chuckled but he wasn't laughing.

"You weren't busy this morning." He was running his hands through his hair.

"Niall, come on, I love you and you know it." I walked foward and stroked his cheek gently.

"It's my scars, isn't it?" He asked. "They disgust you, don't they?" He was nearly crying by now.

"Niall, Niall, oh my God, no." I shake my head. "No Niall, it's nothing like that baby, aww come here." I wrap my arms around him, putting one on the back of his head. "Niall, no, I don't even notice them baby."

"They do, don't lie, they're horrible but you're just too nice to tell me." He cried into my shoulder.

"Niall, no, shush, please, don't cry." I rubbed his back.

"I'm not crying." He defended but didn't move from my shoulder. "Nobody could love them and I know you don't wanna have sex again because of them, not because you're busy-" I cut him off by harsly pulling him back and smashing my lips against his.

"Shut up." I hissed. "Stop being irrational Niall, I love you and you know what?" I asked, pulling back from his lips.

"What?" His lip was trembling.

"I love those scars too." I said and he started to cry.

"No you don't." He shook his head. "Nobody could, stop." He turned away from me.

"Niall, I promise you, they're not a big deal baby, they're just markings on your thighs. They don't depict who you are. They just tell a story and I love them Niall, I love you." I walk around him, taking his now damp cheeks in my hand. "Right?" I asked and he nods timidly.

"Promise it's not because of that?"

"I promise Niall." I said. He looked down at the ground and nodded. I brought him into my arms again and hugged him tight. The hotel room door opened and Lou walked in.

"Oh sorry." She appearred to be a little shocked.

"Just a few more minutes." I tell her and she nods and leaves us.

"Sorry." Niall wipes at his eyes.

"It's okay Ni." I run my hands through his hair.

"I just get very self concious 'bout them." He blushed, looking down at the ground again. I feel so sorry for them but the truth is I didn't even notice them when we were doing it. I didn't even notice them that time on the plane. I just don't think much of them. It's not a big deal, just a few scars on his thighs.

"I know you do babe, and seriously, I don't pay any attention to them." I said with a smile.

"I do." He chuckled lightly with a fake smile. I knew it was fake but if you didn't know Niall you'd think it was real. I know difference that's the thing.

"Right, I will be back in about twenty minutes, half an hour at the most, you go do whatever you want, have a shower or a bath, anything to get you in the mood and I'll be back, yeah?" I smiled at him and he grinned and nodded.

"Okay, pinky?" He held out his pinky to me and I laughed.

"Pinky." I wrapped mine around his. "Right, I'll be as quick as I can." I call to him as I head for the door. I quickly go to Lou's room and find her sitting waiting for me.

"Hi Jenny, sorry for interupting you there." She went a little red. "Is Niall okay?" She asked as I sat in front of her and began to do her makeup.

"He is now, yeah." I replied.

"What was wrong with him? He seemed fine on the way here."

"I don't think he'd want you to know." I chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, just don't like seeing my little buddie upset. Do you wanna go back to him, I can do my own makeup?"

"No, he's fine." I said, doing her eyeshadow.

"Are you sure?" She questioned and I nodded. I quickly finished her makeup, not wanting to leave poor Niall waiting too long.

"You're done." I beamed, showing her her reflextion.

"Oh perfect! Thank you so much." She exclaimed and gave me a hug.

"Right, I better get back to Niall, he's waiting on me." I rose to my feet.

"Alright, thank you!"

"Have fun tonight." I say to her before I leave the room. I hastily make my way back to our hotel room. I see Michael slipping into his room next to us.

"Hi Jenny." He waves at me. I awkwardly give him a smile. "Are you hungry?" He asked me.

"Nah, not yet anyways." I shrugged.

"I might order some takeout later, shall I give you two a buzz if I am?" He asked.

"What are you ordering?"

"Chinese."

"Yeah, give us a call." I chuckled and opened the door to our hotel room, locking it behind me. Niall wasn't in the bed. He wasn't sitting on the sofa either. "Niall?" I call out.

"In here." I heard him shout from the bathroom. I cautiously opened the door, peeping my head through but my eyes were closed incase he was on the toilet. "Open your eyes." He snickered.

I opened them to see Niall getting out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around his waist. He gave me a smile and a wave. "Hi darling." He giggled.

"Put on your boxers and meet me in the bedroom." I smiled and left him to get dried.

"Why did you make me put on me boxers again?" Niall asked, coming into the bedroom just as I finished putting on the lipstick he had ordered earlier.

"Because I want to take them off." I giggled.

"You remembered to put on the lipstick." He grinned and I nodded.

"Of course I did." I smile as he comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Good girl." He kissed my nose gently.

"Michael's gonna come around later because he might be getting a takeout and I told him to tell us if he was." I told Niall.

"Sex and then takeout, I have a nice night ahead of me." He grinned and I chuckled. "I better lock this door incase he decides to arrive while we're.. you know." He made a face and turned the lock on the door.

"What if he catches us?" I ask, suddenly worried.

"He won't, the door is locked." Niall pointed out. He ran over to the bed and jumped on it, patting the space beside him.

I plopped myself down next to him and he pulled me onto his lap, so I was straddling him. '"Are you not gonna be on top?" I nervously asked him.

"I will, you can be on top for foreplay." He said. "You wanna?" He asked me and I nodded. The new position excited me. It was only my second time and I have been fantasising about it since we done it really.

I began to kiss Niall's neck, where all his little freckles are that I love. "Did you have a nice time while I was gone?" I asked him as I kissed his neck.

"I did." He gasped.

"What did you do?"

"I had a bubble bath and I thought of you." He told me, through gasps for air. He always gets so breathless quick, it amazes me.

"How did you think of me?" I nipped at his neck. I may be new to this whole foreplay thing but I think I may be good at it. Maybe it pays to go to school in a rough part of London. He let out a moan and went bright red. I repeated the question, sucking on his sweet spot making him tremble underneath me.

"Can't say." He shook his head.

"Why not?" I asked, trailing my lips to his.

"I was touching myself." He told me and my stomach done a somersault, between my legs growing warm. "Right, fuck, that's enough." He pushed me and flipped us over. "Too much clothes Jenny." He huskily said and began discarding of my clothes.

He took off everything just leaving my panties on and he began leaving his possesive marks on my sensitive, ignited skin. I had lost count of how many marks he had made and where he had made them, but every time he touched my skin it was as though I was gasoline and he was the fire. He was igniting me, setting me alight.

Then he got off me suddenly and I whine, craving for more of his attention but I knew he was just getting a condom. He scavenged through his bag and pulled out a box, showing me them with a smile plastered on his face.

"Good boy." I chuckled as he opens the box and takes one out. He went to put it on but I stopped him.

"What?" He asked.

"I want to put it on you." I shyly say. He chuckled and sat in front of me.

"Do the honours." He handed me it and smiled. I took it from his grip and reached down to take off his boxers which were far too tight for him at the minute. They were clinging so tight to his skin that they left very little to the imagination. I opened the packet and placed it on his tip, rolling it down, like I had watched him do the first night. It was a little hard to get down but I managed. It looked very uncomfortable but he didn't care. He hissed and nodded as I done this.

"Good girl." He praised and pushed me to lie back. "Ready?" He asked me and I nodded. I was a little afraid but I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this time a lot more.

He began pushing in and the pain was back for a visit again. At least this time it wasn't as excruticating and it was bearable. "You alright?" He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I nodded, screwing my eyes shut and dug my fingers into his muscly back. I let a tear trickle down my cheek and I felt his soft lips pressing against my cheek, kissing my pain away.

He stayed patently still, leaving kisses all over my body. "Ni, move." I commanded and he pulled out only to slowly go back in again. I moaned at the feeling and so did he. His most lips were back on the over sensitive skin on my neck, which was now damp from both Niall kissing it and perspiration.

He looked into my eyes as he continued to thrust in and out, keeping them at a slow and steady pace, but they were full of passion. He reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers as he stared lovingly into my eyes. The other hand was holding himself up.

"Jen.." He moaned, buring his face in the crook of my neck. I let out a moan, squeezing his hand as he moved in a certain way and it seemed to hit a bundle of nerves in just the right way. I had never felt anything like it before.

"Again." I groaned. He let out a grunt and managed to hit it again. I was in ecstasy. So was he. The room was silent other than the sound of our moans and gasps for air. The air was clammy but felt just right in the moment as I ran my fingernails down Niall's lean back. He arched it and moaned.

"Jen." He gasped. "Gonna come." He warned and I could feel him tensing above me.

"Hold it a few more minutes, I'm nearly there too." I tell him, looking up into his eyes.

"O-okay." He grunts out. He squeezes my hand, straining to hold his orgasm, I squeeze back to tell him I'm nearly there. Just as I think I am going to come and Niall is begging for release the hotel room door opens and my eyes shoot open and I gasp. Michael. Looking down at his phone

"Do you want the chi-" He stops in his tracks when he looks up and sees us. I gasp and Niall looks at me a little confused then turns around. My cheeks flame and my heart races. Oh fuck.

"What the fuck Michael, get out, we're naked!" He yelled and whatever way he twisted and pulled out of me it hurt. I winced in a little in pain but Niall wasn't looking at me.

"You have three seconds to put on some clothing." He turns around and Niall groaned. Niall quickly throws his t-shirt at me and puts on his boxers he had taken off not so long ago.

"Fuck." He cursed and looked over at me with worried eyes. My heart was racing a lot faster than it was a few minutes ago and it was pumping fast a few minutes ago.

"What the fuck did I just walk in on?" Michael yelled, turning around. I scramble for coverage under the duvet. I felt mortified and exposed but that was the least of my worries. All that was racing through my mind was what was Michael going to do?

"You see, when two people love each other they-"

"Shut the fuck up and stop being smart with me!" Michael yelled. "Were you two having sex?"

"I locked that door, how did you get in?" Niall asked.

"Stop avoiding my question, now were you two having sex?" He asked.

"Answer mine and I'll answer yours."

"Niall, it wasn't fucking locked, how the fuck do you think I got in? With my magic wand." Michael asked.

"Oh my God, I forgot I locked it when I came in so you must of unlocked it." I groan and Niall sighs.

"What was the one rule I had for you two?" Michael asked.

"No sex." Niall mumbled.

"And what were you doing?" He questioned, but Niall didn't answer. "What were you doing?" He raised his voice, making me jump a little at the harsh tone.

"Having sex." Niall finally responds, rubbing the back of his neck, not bearing to make any eye contact with Michael.

"So, it's simple then." Michael rubbed his hands together. "Jenny," He turned to me and I gulped. "you're fired." He gave me a fake smile and I gasped, looking over at Niall to see he shared the same shocked expression. "Pack up your stuff and go back to London, you're no longer welcome here." He said making my heart thump even faster. So it can go faster.

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A/N I'm sorry, I know you all probably hate me right now but I am okay with that hahahaha :) So yeoppp, here's the action beginning ;)