Dirty Little Secret - A Niall Horan Story

16 - 'I got chills, they're multiplying and I'm losing control.'

New York was stunning; it wasn’t like anything I’d ever imagine. That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I entered the Big Apple. And I remembered that it was the same thought I had when I entered London for the first time. Way to be amazed by things or something.

I was standing by the hotel window with Niall’s arms wrapped around me. I had my own room at a nearby not so fancy hotel since the other hotel didn’t have any room for me. It felt kind of weird since they had the room to fit everyone else’s guests in. I just shrugged it off; it was kind of late anyways.

‘I’ve missed this, you and me just.. Existing.’

Niall kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms even closer around me. I held my hands on his arms and enjoyed the heat that was spreading from his body to mine. I felt warm and loved for the first time for a very long while.

‘I’ve missed you too.’

I turned around in his arms and looked into his blue eyes and kissed his lips carefully. I savored every moment of the kiss until it ended and we both broke away with a small smile. I gave him a quick hug before I left our place by the window.

It was kind of nice just hanging out alone with Niall, but on the other hand it felt quite bad to be cooped up in a not so nice hotel room. It would be more fun to explore the city with him, since he had been here many times and this was my first. The only sightseeing I’d got was from the taxi I took from the airport to the hotel I was currently living in.

‘Where are the other boys? I thought they would do everything to bother the two of us.’

I asked while I walked over towards the kitchen area and grabbed myself a bag of chips that were just lying there waiting for me to eat them. I slumped down at the couch and started the TV and motioned for Niall to sit down beside me.

‘Liam and Danielle are out and about in the city, Louis and Eleanor I don’t really know and Harry and Taylor are with the Styles’ in Central Park I think.’

He sat down close beside me and put his arm around my shoulders and I swear he could feel me stiffen. Liam and Danielle out and about in the city that was nothing that bothered me, heck they had been doing that for a long time. But Harry and Taylor? Already out and about in public, when Niall and I had a much more serious relationship?

‘What’s the matter?’

Niall searched for my eyes and when they met I gave him a sad look, he had felt me stiffen and now wanted to know that the problem was.

‘No, I’m not ashamed of you, I just don’t want the paparazzi’s to swallow us alive. Just look at this.’

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and clicked up an internet page. He then showed it to me, and my mouth turned into an O. Several posts and a lot of pictures of all the boys doing different things. There were a lot of posts of Harry and Taylor with headlines like ‘Taylor Swift And Harry Styles Spotted TOGETHER In New York City! See The Pics HERE!’ and ’MORE From Harry Styles And Taylor Swift's Romantic New York Stroll…And Another One Direction Member Is Finding Love In The Big Apple!’. I guessed that the last part were about Liam and Danielle or something.

’Oh, I see.’

I gave him his phone back and stared at the TV for a while in complete silence. I really did get why Niall wanted to keep it down low and out of the public eye, a lot of relationships couldn’t stand that amount of pressure. But well, I wanted our relationship to take that step and he knew that. It felt like I had compromised way to much these past months.

‘You know that I like you, I really do.’

Niall’s grabbed my chin and turned my head towards his. I nodded and he leaned in and gave me a beautiful kiss. It tingled all the way down to my toes and I sighed happily, with just one touch he could make every bad thought disappear. I was lucky to have someone as wonderful as Niall, and I shouldn’t be so whiny about the public thing. We had a good thing going one here, yeah, that’s right.

‘Now my little sweet potato, it’s time for Grease.’

I pinched his cheek and jumped up out of the couch and walked over to the TV and placed the disc into the dvd and the movie started automatically. I cuddled down in Niall’s lap and he laughed at me, while he started to do a mini-dance towards the song in the beginning.

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‘Speaking of Grease..’

Niall started and turned to me with a wide smile. The movie had just ended and Niall had of course hummed and sung along to nearly every song, he knew all the lyrics by heart. So did I, but I kept my tiny little mouth shut, this wasn’t a shower or a big Ed Sheeran concert for that matter.

‘A little birdie told me that you sung ‘Over Again’ with Ed at his concert.’

Niall had a smug look on his face and with a swift moment he got out his phone and clicked it and out of the speakers my voice came blaring out. I blushed crimson when I realized that he had a YouTube clip on with me singing with Ed. 

I lunged myself at him while yelling for him to turn it off. He just shrugged me off of him and got up and raised his phone high up in the air, even when I stood on my tippy toes and jumped I couldn’t reach it. I think he laughed so hard that he was about to cry. After a while of pouting he turned it off and gave me a huge hug.

‘I know that you know every lyric of Grease by heart, so why won’t you do me the honor and sing with me, love?’

He bowed down and stretched out his hand for me to take; I knew there was no point in resisting so I took it gently and Niall belted out in song.

‘I got chills, they're multiplying and I'm losing control. Cause the power you're supplying, it's electrifying.’

He fell down on the floor just as Danny Zuko did in the movie and I couldn’t help but to laugh before I started singing my part.

‘You better shape up cause I need a man and my heart is set on you. You better shape up, you better understand to my heart I must be true.'

We continued to sing and we almost got through the whole chorus when Niall ended the song with a lustful kiss.

‘You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Alexandra.’