I woke up to Niall trying to get up out of bed. "Goodmorning, love." he said kisisng me on the forehead.
"Good morning." i said smiling.
"Can I talk to you about something before we leave?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Was the kiss yesturday real or were you just making a point?"
"Well, what was it to you?"
"No, I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
"That doesn't work with me."
"I have bruised ribs."
He let out a deep breath and I smirked. "It meant something." he whispered.
I smiled. "Good, because it meant something to me to." I said.
He looked up from the bed and smiled. I moved closer to him and leaned in to kiss him. Just as our lips were about to touch, our door swung open. "Every time!" Niall yelled.
I started laughing at his outburst. "Vas happenin, Niall?" Zayn said coming through the door.
"Be out in a minute, Zayn." Niall said standing up and closing the door in Zayn's face.
He locked the door and walked back over to me. He smiled as he was getting closer to me and I closed my eyes just as he was about to kiss me. His lips came crashing into mine. We kissed for a few minutes until Niall pulled away. He put his forehead onto mine and we looked at each other. "I've always wanted to do that." he said.
I gave him a quick peck on the lips then did my best to roll out of bed. I unlocked the door and went into the bathroom where I washed my face. It was still bruised, but nothing a ton of makeup wouldn't fix. After I finished washing my face, I walked out to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of Special K cereal. Zayn must have left because the door was still wide open. I rolled my eyes and closed the door. Niall must have stayed in the room because after I put my bowl in the sink and went back to the room, Niall was shirtless on the bed listening to music on his phone. I walked over to the side of the bed and kissed him on the cheek, taking out his ear bud. "Are you going to eat?" I asked.
"I'll get something on the way. Besides, they have the best food there before the concert starts." he said.
I smiled and grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a white cut off from my old school, then went into the bathroom to change. Once I finished, I walked back into the room. Niall had his white cut off on, too, and when I saw what he was wearing, I couldn't help but smile. I walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of black combat boots and slipped them on. "You almost ready?" Niall asked me.
"Yea, just let me grab my phone." I replied as I walked over to the night stand and unplugged my phone.
He took my free hand as we exited the room. We walked next door into Harry and Louis's room. Zayn and Liam were ready, but there was no sign of Harry or Louis. "Are they not done yet?" I asked.
"Nope. They're still doing their hair." Liam said, smiling.
"Don't our stylists do that?"
"Yeah, but they think they have to look good for the fans who camp out there."
"After what's happened the past two days, I don't mind looking like I just crawled out from under a rock."
I smirked, then yelled, "HARRY! LOUIS! GET YOUR FAT BUTTS OUT HERE!"
They both came running out of the bathroom and tripped on nothing, landing on their faces. "Nice entrance." Zayn said laughing.
They got up, then we headed to the stadium to do quick rehearsals before the show.
