The rest of the concert was an utter and complete mess. Harry kept winking at me, Liam kept sending me pity-looks, and Niall completely ignored me. Scratch that, not only did he ignore me, but he made a solid effort to flirt with Naomi right in front of me. I wanted to punch him in his stupid Irish face. Naomi was living it up, and she kept telling me how excited she was to meet them backstage. They ended the concert with ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ and I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out. As we exited the stage area, we followed signs leading us to the “Backstage Passes Only” area. There was a huge line of screaming eleven year-olds, so I suggested to Naomi that we wait to be last.

“Why?” She stressed on the y, dragging it out and whining, making me even more irritated. “I don’t want to wait that long!”

“But think about it,” I said trying not to lose my temper, “if we wait to be last they can spend more time with us.” She got giddy with excitement and quickly agreed.

We waited and waited and waited, and pretty soon my buzz was wearing off. Finally we were next in line, and I still didn’t have a plan. Being one to pull stories out of my ass, I figured I’d be fine. A big, hulking security guy approached us and led us to the boys. They lit up when they saw me – well, that is except for Niall – and embraced each of us in a hug. Niall barely touched me and I wanted to cry. I needed to talk to him alone.

“Naomi and Charlie, right?” Liam asked, giving us his precious smile.

“Yeah that’s us!” Naomi needed to calm the fuck down because I had to come up with a plan and her enthusiasm was distracting. We made small chat with the boys, and I acted like I didn’t know them and they acted like they didn’t know me. Niall flirted with Naomi the entire time and she flirted right back. I started to crack my knuckles so I wouldn’t get in trouble. It was one thing to be mad at me, but he didn’t have to rub it in so deep. We started walking so they could give us a tour, and I made sure I was standing by Liam at one point.

“Hey, do you think you could distract my friend for a minute? I desperately need to talk to Niall,” I whispered in his ear while Louis bragged about his wardrobe.

“Of course, babe, give me a second.” He was such a sweetheart and I questioned why anyone would ever want to break his heart.

Once Louis finished talking about stripes and funny t-shirts, Liam took action. “So, Naomi, let me get your opinion on this one shirt they want me to wear. I find it absolutely disgusting.” He grabbed Naomi’s hand and led her to the back of the room where his rack of clothes was. I took the opportunity and pushed Niall out into the hallway. But as soon as we were out of the room one of the security guys outside stopped us.

“Is there a problem?” he asked looking like he wanted to drink my blood. I shot a pleading look to Niall and he shooed the man away. I then found the nearest room and shoved us both in it.

“What the fuck, Charlie?” Niall asked me while he glanced at our surroundings, “A fucking broom closet?” How cliché of me.

“Sorry it was the nearest room,” I took a deep breath and continued. “Niall, I need to talk to you.”

“Oh really?” he practically spat in my face. “Because when I wanted to talk to you I couldn’t. You shot down each of my attempts to hang out with you, and quite frankly I’m fucking pissed off.”
I gulped. He was so angry that the passion that was in his eyes was fueled with rage. I felt the alcohol again, so I just decided to go for it.

“I know, Niall and I’m sorry. I just have this problem with people and I don’t know…I was just afraid to talk to you. You’re not like every other guy I’ve been with and that made me nervous because I was liking you more than I felt I should have. I’m not used to guys really sticking around after I sleep with them and that’s why I was trying to stay away. I talked to Zayn about it and he kind of put things into perspective about the type of guy you are and I think that’s another reason I was nervous. I’m such a bad person, if you couldn’t tell by all the shit that has gone down today, and I didn’t want to hurt you if you’re such a good guy. Of course, flirting with my best friend in front of me and throwing shade at me in front of an arena full of people doesn’t really give you the “good” label,” I blurted out, kind of regretting my decision of the last sentence. He looked at me for a second before he responded.

“You just had to be honest with me, Charlie. I like honesty and it’s something I really grow to respect in a person. I’m not like a saint or anything, but it’s one of my top priorities to treat women with respect. Yeah, I’ve had my crazy times, but I’m trying to grow up and be a real man now. I’m sorry that other guys haven’t treated you the same. But why do you think I kept trying to do things with you? Because I like you Charlie. I like the way you drink as much as forty men. I like your filthy mouth that is just as bad as mine. I like the way you carry yourself and how true to yourself you are. I fucking like you, okay? And the reason I was being such an ass was because I was hurt and I thought you didn’t like me. I’m sorry, I am, but next time can we just sit down and talk about this in a coffee shop or something?” He flicked at one of the mops hanging on the wall and I smiled. But my smile soon faded when I thought of another thing that was eating at my brain.

“You say next time, but what if there isn’t a next time? You’re this huge pop star that gets to travel the world, while I’m a lowly student stuck here for the next year and a half. I can’t just get up and leave like you can, and, like, what if I wake up one day and you have to leave? I don’t think I can handle that.” I bit my lip because for some odd reason I felt tears in my eyes. Who was I? This boy was making me an emotional wreck.

He sighed and looked to the side. “You just don’t get it. If there’s nothing holding me back here in LA, then yeah I’ll be here indefinitely and leave and say “fuck it.” But if I have a reason to stay in LA, I will stay. I want you to be my reason to stay, Charlie.” He took a deep breath when he was finished, and we both stared at each other for a while. I opened my mouth to speak but was at a loss for words. Instead of coming up with some cheeky reply, I grabbed his face and kissed him as hard as I could. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. The only way I really knew how to show affection was this way, so why not go for it?

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, biting my bottom lip. I ran my fingers through his hair while I explored his mouth with my tongue. I decided just to forget about all my worries. It was like Zayn said, I’m young and I’m hot, so why not just have a good time with a guy that actually treated me well?

He pushed me hard up against the door and started to unbutton my shorts. I kicked off my sneakers and tugged on his t-shirt to let him know I wanted it off of him. My shirt came off along with his, and I made an effort to step on it because I fucking hated that I was wearing it in the first place. I ran my fingers up and down his body as I smiled into his lips. He kissed me harder as his nerves stood on end, and I moved my fingers down his body to take off his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I began to slowly move my fingers along his shaft. Moaning into my mouth, he unclasped my bra and started to massage my boobs.

“We have to do this quick,” I sighed in between kisses, “Naomi will wonder where we are and why I’m with you.” At this point Harry had probably already told her everything, but still, I couldn’t leave my friend behind.

“I know what to do,” Niall muffled into my shoulder as he kissed down my neck. He grabbed me and quick turned me around so my face was up against the door. He then grabbed my bum and jerked it towards his body. While kissing down my back, he pushed my underwear to the side and entered me with such a tight fit that I let out a gasp, followed by uncontrollable moans. He covered my mouth with one hand while he massaged my clit with the other.

“Shh, Princess,” he said while he pounded into me, “no one can hear.” He quickened and slowed down his pace every third thrust and I couldn’t believe how fast I was going to come. This boy was so damn good. I whimpered with pleasure into Niall’s hand while I released.

“FUCK ME,” he roared as he finished. He spun me around as we caught our breath and kissed me again.

“So does this mean we’re okay?” He continued to kiss me as I laughed.

“Yes, Ni, it means we’re okay,” I said as I kissed his nose. We rushed to put our clothes back on and I quietly opened the door. Niall led me down the hallway and we found the group a few doors down.

“There you are!” Naomi shouted as she saw us enter what looked like the kitchen. “Where did you run off to?” She looked extremely angry and I looked to Niall. He nodded and motioned the boys to the other side of the room. Once we were alone I told Naomi everything, including the awesome closet sex we just had.

“Charlie, you could have just told me! You’re so silly. But next time don’t leave me to have sex in strange places. Harry is so touchy and I feel violated.” I smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Harry’s an asshole and please remind me to shave his head later,” I grabbed her hand as she giggled, “now come on let’s go see if they will give us free alcohol.” We rejoined the boys and Niall kissed my cheek as I leaned into him with a hug. We listened to Zayn tell a story about one of the crazy fans that had come backstage before us, with Louis interrupting in order to include pointless details. I smiled because for the first time in a long time I felt happy. I squeezed Niall tighter as I shared a laugh with my new friends.