You hide your giggle in my neck, not wanting to get caught, for literally no reason at all. I feel your breath tickle my neck and I squirm. I swear, nothing of what was just said was funny in the slightest, but I guess when you’re drunk off your ass, everything is.

We had just gotten off stage when you invited me into your dressing room. I thought I was being invited in for a different reason, but I was okay with the reality anyway. You had been gifted a huge bottle of vodka from the venue—for some fucking reason—and you deemed me the right company to share it with. It’s safe to say we went a bit overboard in that green room. But while we’re waiting hours to the fans to clear out, what else were we supposed to do.

Our party of two has since been moved onto the tour bus, which was an adventure in itself. I swear we got lost six times backstage while trying to find the exit. I’m not even exactly sure how we got on the bus.

None of the guys drank with us, so we’re trying to keep it a secret that we’re plastered, but clearly we’re not doing a very good job. They all look pretty done with us at this point. Couldn’t care less, though, at this point in time. I’ve got you tucked into my side and stomach full of warm happy juice.

“I think Liam’s onto us,” you whisper into my ear, face still tucked away. I crane my neck back to look at Liam, making immediate eye contact with him. He just rolls his eyes and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

“Nah, he doesn’t suspect a thing.”

I hear you take a big whiff of my skin before pulling away. It makes my stomach dip. You pull back with a dazed look in your eyes, gaze dancing around the small lounge and everyone piled in here. After taking everything in, you lean in again, foreheads almost touching.

“Niall’s hair looks like hay,” you whisper and I burst out laughing.

I peer over at him myself, staring at his bleached hair. I have to agree. It’s been burnt to a crisp thanks to the blonde they’re trying to keep him for his image in the band.

But when I see your hand, reaching out slowly, toward his hair to pet it, I slap it away. “Don’t pet him!”