“C’mon, I’ve got t’go before someone wakes up and sees me leaving your room,” I huff, although I’m still the one pressing light kisses to your cheek and temple. I’ve already gotten dressed and came back to the bed simply to give you a goodbye, but you’re very clingy in the mornings. But I’m not complaining.

We’ve been secretly dating for a long time now, and it’s a damn miracle we’ve made it this far without someone catching on. Normally when I’m this serious about a girl, which unfortunately hasn’t happened often, I’d be flaunting her everywhere with no care in the world to what others think. But it’s a bit different with you.

Because you’re Niall’s sister.

Yeah, I know, I know, I’m an idiot for getting involved with my best friend’s (and bandmate) sister. I know. But in my defense, we aren’t just hooking up or some quick fling. We really care about each other.

I just can’t wait until I don’t have to wake up at 5am when the sun is barely coming through the hotel room curtains just to avoid someone seeing me go back to my own room. I swear, every time it gets more difficult to leave you.