“Okay… Okay, go. We’ve been back here too long…” I speak, but my hands don’t let up their hold on your hips. My forehead stays pressed up against yours, trying my hardest to relish in these fleeting moments. When you lean up to press your lips to mine once more, I find it easier to.

I groan into your mouth, forcing myself to pull away. “Baby, you really gotta go. They’re gonna get suspicious.” I finally drop my hands from your body and take a small step back, despite your pouting. “Don’t make that face at me… Come on, go… I’ll meet you back at the table.”

You finally turn and start walking out of the cramped hallway we snuck away to. I’m unable to stop my hand from flying out to smack your ass in your exit. You jump in surprise and look back at me with a smirk.

God, I love you.

I wish so bad that we didn’t have to keep our relationship secret, but we have to keep the peace. Seeing as you’re the only girl in the band, anyone could’ve predicted at least one of us, falling for you, but we had all made a deal in the beginning. Me and the guys agreed that under no circumstances would any of us pursue you.

Well, look how that turned out… 6 months in and I’ve never been happier in my life. Even if we have to sneak away to each others hotel rooms at night, or steal hidden kisses backstage at shows. It’s worth it. You’re worth it. But the guys can never know. I’ve broken their trust, gone back on my word, and risked the dynamic of the band all because I couldn’t help myself.

Keeping us a secret is just how we have to be.

I finally pull myself off the wall in the hallway of the bar, having given myself a few seconds to calm down. Our excuse this time? You were “using the restroom” and I was gonna “grab us another round”. Guess I actually have to do that now.

I make my way to the bar and order everyone their drinks. The bartender hands me a hefty tray with all of them on it, so I have to carefully walk back to our booth. When I spot our group, I let out a sigh of relief that none of them look suspicious as to why it took me so long.

But I do notice something…kind of weird.

Louis and Zayn are sat next to each other, passing a joint back and forth—normal. Liam is nursing his beer and scrolling through his phone—again, normal. But Niall… Niall’s sitting closer to you than normal, talking your ear off animatedly. He could very well just be very drunk, but my gut tells me something different.

I set the tray down in the center of the table and take my seat on the other side of you. Everyone dives in for their drinks, and I down half my beer to ease the off-feeling I’m having.

“Did you do your makeup differently today?” Niall practically yells—yep, definitely drunk—over to you. You shake your head as your lips wrap around the glass in your hands while you take a sip. I’m transfixed by the sight… But I don’t seem to be the only one who is. “You look really pretty!” Niall yells again.

You swallow harshly and thank him. It’s not unusual for any of the other guys to compliment you, but somethings different in the way Niall says it. It has me sitting on the edge of my seat nervously.

“Hey, {{user}}… I have a secret…” Niall does his best attempt at whispering in his inebriated state. But you play along, leaning closer. I take a sip of my beer as I try my best to eavesdrop. “I like you… a lot. I want you to take you out sometime. Like, on a real date.”

And I’m choking.

The gasp I took when I heard his words sent my beer straight down my throat. This is not fucking happening right now.