Our Little Secret
Chapter One: A Flight to remember
Written By: Niam96
Rating: T/M
Niall walked to the brightly white painted private jet, hands concealed within his Adidas sweat-pants as his mind wandered.
"Hurry up Ni."
He looked ahead and was stripped of his day-dream; he was just thankful that he didn't have to carry his own luggage or even worry about the flight home. In fact, he hadn't even been bothered to get completely dressed. He could feel the rubble to the aircraft on his soft delicate feet which were partially protected by some black socks. His bottom half was covered with his Adidas sweat-pants and his top half was concealed in a plain white t-shirt, one which he adored.
"Niall James Horan hurry the fuck up!" Harry yelled, peering from the jet's open door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He replied.
Niall quickened his pace and looked miserably towards the ground before stubbing his big toe at the bottom of the stairs, leading to the entrance. Tears began to form.
"It's about time." Louis whispered towards Zayn.
He could hear everything the others were saying to one another, that was, apart from Liam. Liam wasn't even acknowledging the hurtful comments which were making his leprechaun feel hurt inside.
Niall tilted his head slightly, wondering where he would be sitting; as if by magic the distraught look which had absorbed the Irish boys face was quickly replaced with a smirk.
"You're over here leprechaun," Liam smiled patting the seat next to him.
Niall waddled over to the seat, sat and suddenly began admiring the softness beneath him. Even considering a long nap.
"You excited about returning home?" Liam asked.
"Aye can't wait."
Liam chuckled to himself watching the pale boy do his seat belt as the other three laughed across the other side.
"What I don't get…" Niall began. "…Is why we have to get up so early." He continued.
"I'm guessing your tired then?" Liam smirked, playfully rubbing the messy blonde hair.
Niall nodded. He snuggled into his soft seat and brought his feet up onto the chair, trying to get as comfortable as possible. Liam felt warm inside as he knew what was going occur on the long flight home from LA (Los Angeles).
"You sleep; I'll watch over you and be here when you awake." He said soothing Niall.
Niall closed his blue eyes, fell deeper into the fabric and smiled slightly as he quickly fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The plane began its lift off procedure and was in the air within a matter of minutes.
-2hour 30mins later-
Zayn, Harry and Louis had all gathered around the two boys; one who was deep in sleep and the other slowly drifting off but the presence of the other boys brought him back to consciousness.
"What do you want?" Liam whispered, trying not to awaken Niall.
"Well we're bored and in the air and have nothing to do." Louis replied softly.
"You are not annoying Niall!" Liam raised his voice.
Niall's peaceful face began to scrunch up and Liam suddenly began to motion with his hand for the three boys to sit back down and be quiet as he didn't want a grouchy leprechaun. It was then that Harry pointed at Niall and a smirk grew on his childish face.
"Oh My God." Zayn shouted looking at Niall.
Liam followed the three boys gaze and Harry's pointed index finger. He was as shocked as his fellow friends. At the front of Niall's sweat-pants was a large wet patch which was quickly spreading from his crotch to the rest of his pants. As the wetness avalanched down his sweat-pants, he awoke, mid-stream.
"What you staring at?" He asked grouchily whilst yawning.
"You pissed yourself!" Harry laughed, almost keeling over with laughter.
He looked down at himself, began crying and blushed. As he tried to stand up he realised he was still secured into the air-craft and the piss was still coming, he couldn't stop the warm spread.
"Does baby want a hand?" They joked between them.
That was the final straw for Liam; he stood up and shielded Niall from the boys who were beginning to get tired of Liam's fatherly figurine towards the Irish boy.
"Sit down otherwise you'll regret it…" Zayn angrily said.
Liam gulped hard and watched the boys like a hawk and then smack! He had been punched in the jaw by one of his so-called-friends. It wasn't an average punch as this knocked him to the aircraft floor; causing him to fall unconscious. It never did take Liam long to fall unconscious, whether that was by sleeping or by being hit.
Harry grabbed Liam's limp leg and dragged him forcefully to the back of the private jet whilst handcuffing him to a seat which would take an explosion to move. The other two boys then began on Niall.
"Well looks like the fucking ickle Iwish baby has stopped wetting himself." Louis laughed.
"Let's just get down to work, yeah." Harry instructed as if he was the leader of the pack.
Louis and Zayn nodded and approached a fearful and tearful Niall who tried to escape by scooting into the back of his chair. Harry grabbed the soaked boy and held him to the chair so the other two could undo his seatbelt and tackle him to the ground if he was going to try and escape their grasp.
"This is just the beginning for you," they said.
As Niall was still shocked about the whole ordeal, he couldn't speak let alone move much. His body was lifeless as the waterfall of tears strolled down his face and the boys began their work.
They pulled him from his seat.
Zayn tightly held his arms and Louis leant over his chest to hold him to the carpeted floor. Harry winked at the others and began pulling his sweat-pants down, he could hear and feel the wetness as he slowly pulled the pants down.
"You're a fucking tramp Ni." Zayn spat.
Harry continued to pluck the pants from Niall and then threw across the plane, towards Liam. He then removed his slightly damp black socks and then Louis began removing the white t-shirt; leaving him in his white boxer-briefs.
Upset and distraught; Niall laid on the ground.