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Chapter 4
I can hear him breathing heavily. His lips at my ear. He's shaking. With fear? Angst? Happiness? I'm so confused. I turn my head and look at Ireland, who is straddling me. His eyes are are so dark compared to his usual sea blue. His mouth is a haven. It curls perfectly around his face and gives me goosebumps. I direct my eyes at his throat with his Adam's apple making a slight appearance and down to his chest. Both nipples are hard and his abs are flexed. He has a 6 pack and very pale skin. A shade I'm unaware of, but if I had to choose one i'd say cloud. Because the shadows around his muscles form darker shades than those in the open light. His happy trail under his belly button, that leads to that place is a beautiful sight and makes me lick my lips. That place he is about to give to me. And so slowly, very slowly, he tilts his head and leans it on my back. He stills. I can feel a tear running off my body. Shocked I glance back and see his face and he looks sad. I turn over so my chest points to the ceiling, Ireland still straddling me.
"What's wrong" I sound worried. So I clear my throat and ask again.
"You're beautiful Liam." He releases his sigh and his head rests on my stomach.
"So why are you crying?" I'm tearing up myself. The thought of him being upset breaks me.
"I don't want to be gay.." He replies. I stiffen every muscle in my body and he notices because he looks at me wearily. His eyes are sea blue once again. It feels homely, nice.
"You don't have to label yourself just yet niall, it's all about what feels comfortable."
He ponders over my words for a few minutes and moves so he's lying next to me.
"I just don't think I'm ready for this, he holds the condom up as exhibit 'A' My subconscious shuts himself in the room and cries into his pillow. I touch his face with one hand and speak at him.
"This is not a race. I am not here for sex. I love you mr Horan. You must realise this . Please don't be upset."
My hand caresses his cheek and he leans into it yearning for my touch. With his mouth he kisses my hand all over and places his leg over my own. i would lie like this forever gazing into his eyes. When we are like this it's as if we are one..
I dozed off and awake in the room with Niall beside me. Watching intently.
"Hey" he greets with a cheeky smirk as if he's been doing something naughty.
"What time is it?" I'm slowly coming out of my doze.
"7am"
Shit. I've slept for this long. Has he been watching me this whole time. I'm suddenly self conscious.
"Let's get some breakfast" he grabs my hand and leads me downstairs.
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"look at me Zayne. Pout! Yes. Yes! Louis move your arm around Liam. Like that. Niall, good job dude. Liam, look happy! This is gonna be on every girls wall in a few weeks! Harry. Harry! Give me that stare. I feel it baby. Good good. Aaand take 5 everybody!"
"Wow that was intense." Zayne announces to the 4 of us.
We are at the rolling stone photo shoot today. It's been pretty fun. Got free lunch. Niall was happy about that. And there's all these half naked chicks everywhere, so Harry is happy. I'm straddling a motorbike, and the boys are in the sidecar. God knows what we'll be doing in the next shoot.
I walk over to the water table where a tall, skinny guy is pouring some cups. He's very clumsy looking. An intern I'm guessing.
"Can I grab a water please" I ask politely.
The boy is shaking as he hands me the cup.
"You okay" I ask, not really caring but what the hell.
"Y..y..yeah I'm o..okay thanks" he has a nice face. Boyishly cute. Like Niall. It makes me interested in talking to this him and fine out what's wrong.
"So whatsup?" I question, more convincingly this time
"You guys are all just so cu..I mean cool its pretty hard to concentrate."
I take a minute to process his information. Was he about to say cute? Is he gay? Is everyone actually gay? It would appear so. I finish my drink and give him a playful punch on the shoulder comforting him.
"I'm sure you'll be fine man. Don't worry about it too much"
"What was that" Niall looks worried. I'm standing back on the stage and its just us.
"A dunno, some guy who is giving out the water" some hot guy. But I'll leave that part out.
"We'll dont be flirting with like anyone." He's gone red. Embarrassed? Angry? I can never tell with Ireland.
"Why? Are you jealous" I tease.
Silence.
"Just don't be flirting with anyone okay." And like that he disappears. He's so frustrating sometimes! It's okay when he try's getting in with a girl but when I'm thirsty I have to do it in silence. He's crazy. Kind of. Or protective. The word brings me comfort, protected by Ireland, has a really nice ring to it.
The photo shoot was fun but made it a long day. Six hours of posing and looking at Marco, who was one of the ugliest Italian men I've ever seen. I thought they were all hot. Gutted.
Back at the hotel the five of us decided to grab some room service and chillout watching movies in Ireland's and my room. We laughed, joked, screamed and Louis even hugged Niall for comfort at the last one. When the other 3 boys say goodnight, Niall is smirking at me, oh god. What's he planning to do.
Thanks for reading chapter 4 guys. And remember to support nifty.org and give a donation if you can :) again. I know nothing about the boys orientation or anything like that. This story is fictional and made by me with some inspiration from a few other direction stories on nifty. Thanks :) graeme! Oh and another thing! Please send me some feedback! I love it. Makes my day