Sunday, July 1 2012
Fort Lauderdale, FL

“It’s our last night,” Niall said as he and Brittany entered their hotel room after the show that evening. He couldn’t believe the tour had finally come to an end. What an interesting couple of months it had been. For once in his life, Niall found himself not looking forward to going home at all.

Brittany just nodded slightly, looking down at the ground. She wished that she’d just told him from the beginning that she liked him; that way they would have had more time together. Not that it would have made this easier on them. They’d still be going their separate ways the next day.

“What do you want to do?” Niall asked her, and as soon as the words left his mouth, Brittany’s lips were on his. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing him deeply for a few seconds before pulling away slightly.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, looking up at him.

Niall gave her a look. He hadn’t ever heard her talk like that before. In fact, every time they’d had sex before that had been fairly vanilla. He didn’t know how far he could go with her. “Don’t you mean ‘make love?’” he laughed a little.

But Brittany remained serious. “No,” she said, leaning upwards and kissing his neck. “I want you to fuck me like you fucked your groupie girls,” she muttered as she continued sucking on the skin behind his earlobe.

Niall could already feel himself getting hard from a combination of her lips on him and the way she was talking. “Are you sure about that?” he asked softly. He didn’t want to treat Brittany like she was some random girl who didn’t matter to him. He didn’t even know if he could.

She pulled away and stared into his eyes. Yes, she wanted this. “You’re so sweet, Niall,” she said softly, kissing his lips. “You’re so sweet and loving, but I know with those girls you weren’t. I want to know that side of you.”

Brittany was right, he was anything but sweet and loving with the groupies he’d slept with. Just thinking about taking her roughly caused the throbbing in his crotch to increase. He pushed Brittany against the wall and kissed her forcefully. “If you want me to stop, tell me,” he whispered.

Brittany nodded quickly, and pulled him back in against her. His kisses were rougher than they had been in the past, fuelled with lust. She moaned as he pressed his erection against her.

“You feel that?” he asked huskily, grabbing her hand and placing it on his crotch. “You did that to me.”

Brittany didn’t say anything, she just looked at him as she rubbed him through his jeans. She look in his eyes was something she hadn’t seen before and she liked it a lot.

“Take it out,” he ordered.

Brittany did as she was told. She undid his jeans and pushed those and his boxers off, so they were around his ankles on the floor. Niall bit his lip as she grabbed his cock, enjoying the sensation of her fingers wrapped around him. He crashed his lips onto hers and forced his tongue inside her mouth while she stroked him.

Niall’s breathing was unsteady, and the little noises he was making were driving Brittany crazy. It was obvious how turned on he was, she didn’t think she’d ever seen him this way before. She tightened her grip around him, and Niall moaned against her mouth. He pulled away from her and reached up her skirt, tugging at her panties until she was able to kick them off.

Brittany wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She was so turned on that he slid inside of her effortlessly. As soon as he was all the way in, he pulled out, only to slam himself back inside. Over and over again he did this, unable to control himself. She felt so good around him that it was almost making him dizzy.

If Niall hadn’t been wearing a shirt, Brittany was sure that she would have left marks on his back with how hard she was digging her nails into him. He very clearly knew what he was doing, and every movement he made hit her in just the right spot. “Niall… oh God,” she moaned as he began to suck on her neck. She could feel herself getting close. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

Niall felt Brittany tense up around him, and he could tell she was going to come soon. He pulled out of her and looked her straight in the eyes. “What?” he asked with a smirk. “You think you’re going to come before I do?” he asked, and she only whimpered in response. “Oh, I don’t think so.” He shook his head and darted his eyes at the ground.

Brittany dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She could taste herself on him, but at that moment she really didn’t care. To say that the loved this dominant side of him would be an understatement. She swirled her tongue around the tip before taking in his length. She used her hand to get to what her mouth couldn’t.

Niall groaned as he tangled his hands in her hair. “Fuck.” He had to keep from thrusting into her mouth as though not to choke her. He had an ounce of self control left, at least. The feeling of her tongue flicking against the tip of his cock was almost too much for him to take. He had to force himself to stop her so he didn’t explode right then and there. “Ugh, Brittany,” he moaned. “Get back up here.”

Brittany glanced up at him before taking him out of her mouth. His blue eyes were so lust filled that they were almost grey. The fact that she was able to do that to him excited her to no end. “I thought you didn’t know your groupie’s names?” she asked cheekily as she stood up and pulled him in close to her, wrapping her legs around his waist again.

Niall responded by thrusting back into her. He felt his whole body start to shake and he could tell Brittany was close too. Supporting her with just one hand, he used the other to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb.

That sent her over the edge. “Oh God, Niall,” she moaned as she tightened around him.

“Ugh,” Niall groaned as he approached his own orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m c-coming.” He slammed into her, riding out the sensation.

She moaned as Niall finished inside her. He didn’t pull out right away, instead he fell against her. He nuzzled his head in her neck and planted kisses all over as he tried to steady his breathing.

Brittany felt her chest rise and fall against him as she too tried to regain steady breaths. “Oh my God Nialler,” she said after a couple moments. “That was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Jesus,” he breathed, his face his nuzzled in her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too… “ she trailed off, still clinging to him. “But I think we need a shower.”

Niall pulled away slightly and looked at her. Brittany light hair was sticking to her forehead with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed with red. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” he said, stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head as he walked towards the bathroom.

Brittany followed behind him, taking the rest of her clothing off as well. When they stepped under the hot stream of water, Brittany pulled him in close yet again, and kissed him forcefully.

“Britt Britt,” Niall said in between kisses, as water dripped off his hair and into his eyes. “What’s this all about?”

“Nothing,” Brittany said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I just want to spend quality time with you.”

“We have all the time in the world,” Niall said softly, touching her cheek.

“We don’t though,’ Brittany replied, looking at him seriously. “We really don’t. You’re going home tomorrow and I’m just…”

She avoided eye contact with him and looked down at their feet. She didn’t quite know how to tell him that she was worried about being away from him, and the temptation that his fans might cause. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him… she just didn’t know what he was expecting was going to happen once she left.

“You’re just what?” Niall pressed. She wasn’t making any sense to him. First she was all over him, and now she seemed to be shying away from telling him what was actually on her mind. “Hey,” he said, looking at her seriously. “If we’re going to make this work long distance, you’re going to have to talk to me.”

Brittany sighed. She knew he was right. Part of the reason she didn’t want to say anything to him was because she knew her worries were silly. At least, she hoped they were. “I’m worried about your fangirls,” she muttered. It sounded even more ridiculous when she said it out loud.

“What?” Niall asked. “Why?”

Brittany rolled her eyes. How could he have not known why. “Because…” she said, hating her sudden lack of confidence. “There are so many of them, and they’re so pretty, and you…” she didn’t quite know how to tell him that she was worried about him cheating on her when it hadn’t ever happened and she had no reason to actually think it would.

Niall watched as Brittany looked at him, then quickly looked away again. Finally, it clicked in his mind. “So…that…out there…”

Brittany shrugged. “I just wanted to show you that I could be as good as them,” she said sheepishly.

Niall smirked a little. “As good? You’re a thousand times better. I didn’t love any of those girls. I don’t want any of them, I want you.”

Brittany breathed a small sigh of relief. She knew she was being a little bit ridiculous. Niall had never given her any reason to doubt him. After all, he’d been pining for her the whole tour and as far as she knew, he hadn’t picked up a single groupie girl. “So no more sex with your fangirls?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

Niall just shook his head. “None.”

“If you ever did, it would be over,” she said seriously, feeling the need to reiterate her point. Even though it was clear Niall meant what he said.

“Yeah, same goes for you,” Niall replied, laughing a little. “I’m sure there are loads of guys who’d love to get with you.”

“I’d never do that to you,” she kept her serious tone.

“And I never would either,” he said softly, embracing her. “I love you too much.”

Brittany leaned her head against his chest, lightly fingering the beads of water that were sitting on it. “Nialler?”

“Hmm?”

“I really need to wash my hair.”

Niall pulled away from her and laughed as she looked at him and giggled. She really knew how to ruin a moment, and it was one of the many reasons her loved her, and only her.

***

Niall and Brittany walked hand in hand through the airport terminal the next morning. Neither of them spoke much as security ushered them through the VIP doors, away from the fans that were lined up. They were both tired, on account of having stayed up the entire night trying to maximize the time they had left together.

They made it through the security check with ease. Still, neither of them talked much. There was quite a bit of chatter going on between the other members of the group, but the two of them just blocked it out. The only time they broke apart was when they had no choice but to do so while stepping separately through the metal detectors.

As they walked, Brittany looked down at her ticket, her gate was on the other side of the terminal than Niall’s. Her flight was also boarding soon.

When they finally arrived at her gate, she gripped Niall’s other hand and looked at him. “I don’t want to go,” she whispered, trying to hold back the tears that were sure to fall.

“You’ve got to go,” he nodded at her. Niall was on his way home to London, but Brittany was going back to LA to shoot another music video and get ready for a promotional tour of her own. He supposed he could have gone back to LA with her, and though he desperately wanted to, he knew he really shouldn’t. He needed to go back home to London. He was going to miss Brittany, but he also missed his friends and family back home.

“I know,” she said, taking a shaky breath and staring into his eyes. “I just don’t know when we’re going to see each other again.”

“Hey, you’re still opening for us at Madison Square, aren’t you?” Niall asked her softly, even though of course he already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” she replied, shaking her head slightly. “But it’s so far away.”

“But at least it’s something, yeah?”

Brittany just nodded, allowing the tears to fall from her eyes.

“Come on,” Niall said, looking down at her. He broke their hands apart and wiped her eyes with his thumb. “Don’t do that,” he said shakily. “Because if you do that, then I’m going to do that.”

Brittany took a deep breath and tried to stop herself, but the sadness was just too powerful. There was a lump at the bottom of her throat that threatened to rise and spill over, making her a mess of tears. All she wanted to do was cling to him and follow him to London. But she couldn’t. And somewhere, underneath all the sadness, she was excited to go to LA and continue on with her career.

Niall leaned in and kissed her softly. He loved her more than he had ever thought possible, and the thought of her leaving was breaking his heart. Though he’d always known this day was coming, he’d tried not to give it much thought until now. Brittany wasn’t going to be touring with them forever, and now she had her own career.

How much would they really get to see each other? Niall really didn’t want to think about that.

“I love you,” Brittany said when she pulled away from him.

Those three words were all it took to send Niall over the edge. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and tried to steady his breathing as the sadness in the pit of his stomach grew.

“Come on,” Brittany said through her tears, mocking him a little. “Don’t do that.”

Niall laughed a little and shook his head, kissing her again. “I love you too. I can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“I know,” Brittany sighed. “It feels like just yesterday that the tour started.”

“Or that I was kissing you when I shouldn’t have been,” Niall said.

“Or when Harry caught us,” Brittany said, shrugging a little, still feeling a pang of guilt when she remembered that night.

“Or when we went to New York?” Niall laughed a little. “We had a good tour, didn’t we?”

Brittany shrugged. “Yeah. We did… and now it’s over,” she sighed.

“Hey,” Niall said, touching her face gently. “It’s not over. I mean, the tour’s over, but we still have each other. We can still text and talk on Skype. We still have each other, and I still love you. That’s not going to change, it’s never going to change,” he said seriously.

Brittany nodded as she absorbed what he was saying. He was one of the most loving and caring people she’d ever known. She felt so lucky to have him in her life, and yet, felt it was so unfair that she couldn’t be around him all the time. “I know,” she said slowly. “I’ll text you all the time.”

“I will too,” he nodded, kissing her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we are going to begin boarding for American Airlines flight 1585 with service to Los Angeles.”

Brittany looked up at Niall sadly. She had been dreading the moment that announcement would be made. “I guess I’ve gotta go.”

Niall hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips with intensity. It was as if he was trying to savour the moment, because he knew he wouldn’t be kissing her again for a long time after this. He didn’t care that there were some fans watching and taking pictures. The only thing he cared about at the moment was giving his girlfriend a proper goodbye.

“I love you, Nialler,” she said, when she pulled away from him.

“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her one last time. “Have a safe flight.”

“You too,” she said, squeezing his hand tightly before finally letting go and walking towards the gate.

Niall watched her go and gave her a small wave when she turned around before she was out of sight. He sighed and looked down at his ticket, deciding he’d better go find his own gate.

He walked through the airport somewhat miserably with his hands in his pockets until he found where he was supposed to be going. He sat down in one of the uncomfortable airport chairs as he joined his group. “Hey guys,” he muttered.

“Hey,” Liam said with a smile, looking over at his friend. “Did you two have a nice goodbye?”

Niall shrugged. “As nice as an airport goodbye can be, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded sympathetically. “That’s why Danielle and I don’t do them anymore.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Niall sighed.

Niall half listened as his friends laughed and talked about how excited they were to go home. He really wished he could have joined in with them, and on some level he was excited. Just not the level that meant he had to leave Brittany behind.

He took a deep breath and tried to look on the bright side. He and Brittany were separated for the time being, but they were still together in every other sense of the word. Though it had been difficult getting there, they’d made it through the tour and were happily in love.

She was everything he had been waiting for in a girlfriend for so long, and so he vowed to himself that no matter what was thrown their way, he was going to try as hard as he could to make it work.