Amp It Up (X Factor, Niall Horan, One Direction Love Story)

“When are you going to face the fact that this isn't going to work?”

“Never.”

I sighed at Ryan's reply, then got off his bed. If he was going to be difficult, than so be it. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and made a break for freedom.

Before I could make it to the door, Ryan's pitiful wail made me stop and go back to the bed. Honestly, he was being dramatic. He'd caught Natalie and Darren kissing, which was weird to me because she was paying him to be her boyfriend.

But then again I'd kissed Ryan's several times since the showdown in my room, so it did kind of make sense. She was trying to make him jealous enough to go into action to try and get her back. But Ryan was too stubborn, and wouldn't do it.

I'd been trying to convince him to go after her for about an hour now, but he wasn't budging. He simply preferred to wallow in self pity.

“Ryan, I'm not sure how long I can keep pretending to be your girlfriend. It's been nearly two weeks, and I only agreed to one week!” I spoke finally after a while. He was cuddled into my side and refused to let me go now.

“If you love me you'll do it,” Ryan muttered. I thumped the back of his head with my fingers and he yelped.

“I do love you, and you know that! But I'm not willing to do this any longer! It's not fair to me, you, Nat, or Darren!” I retorted.

“You mean it's not fair to Niall,” Ryan teased. He was trying to avoid the subject, and I pulled his hair this time. He needed to get it cut, and soon.

“Yeah, it's not fair to him either!” I snapped. Ryan still cuddled against me.

“You know, you're really comfortable,” He said randomly. “I like lying on you.”

I rolled my eyes at the ceiling. “Thanks, Ry, that's what every girl wants to hear.”

“Really?”

“NO, you idiot! They'll take it as an insult!” I cried exasperated. This was just impossible.

“Look, we're going to have to stop fake dating and fake break up, okay?” I told him a while later. Ryan whimpered against me. He'd gradually moved his head to my stomach.

“Another week?” He begged. “Please?”

“Two days.” I deadlined.

Ryan snuggled against me, pulling his blanket over himself. He reminded me of a little boy.

He was twenty-two, but still acted like a sixteen year old. I felt like a mom, taking care of him and working him through his problems.

“Will you sing?”

Ryan's quiet words didn't resister with me for a moment, but then I sighed, and obliged.

“Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves, your soul to bleed.” I sang softly. Ryan snorted. “Ain't that the truth,” He mumbled. I smacked his head. “You want me to sing or not? And don't let me catch you saying ain't again, you ain't American so you can't say it.”

Ryan giggled, slightly delirious with sleep and hormones. “When you say 'Can't' it sounds like 'Cain't'”

“I don't sound like that!” I retorted. Ryan continued, unperturbed. “And when you say 'I', it sounds like 'Agh'”

“Agh do not!” I cried. “My accent isn't like tha' ya moran!”

Ryan eventually stopped giggling, and started snuggling with a pillow. I started singing softly again.

“It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns' to dance. Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance. It's the one, that won't be taken,” I sang. By the time I'd finished the song, Ryan was asleep.

I smoothed his hair back from his forehead and padded gently across his room, then opened the door quietly and left.

By the time I'd made it back to my room, it was after midnight. I showered quickly, then called Vanessa.

“Hey girl hey!” She sang out over the phone. “Hey babe, what's goin'?” I asked. My mood lightened emmediently.

“Nothin' much babe, I'm waiting on TINA TO GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM BECAUSE I NEED TO PEE, and that's about it!” She yelled the middle part at Tina, but I still heard it loud and clear and winced.

“Babe, I need advice,” I told her when she was back on the line.

“What about?” She asked. I could tell she was chewing gum, and by the sound of a chair squeaking I knew she was in a rolling chair.

I explained my situation with Ryan to her, and her reaction was how I expected. “Well, he sounds like a keeper, keep Ryan and Natalie can have Darren and everyone's happy!”

I sighed. “Nessa, if it was that simple I wouldn't have called! You see, Ryan's in love with Natalie, she's in love with him, they're both stubborn, and Nat's paying Darren to be her fake boyfriend to make Ryan jealous enough to try and get her back. Ryan is fake dating me to get back at her, and she doesn't know it's fake with me and him, and he doesn't know it's fake between Darren and her, and I kissed Niall Horan multiple times on top of all that!”

Vanessa and Tina's laughter boomed through my phone and I nearly started crying.

“What is this, a fan fiction?!” Tina asked. She sounded choked with laughter. “No, it's my life,” I replied in a monotone voice.

Vanessa was still laughing, so Tina spoke. “Kelly, just lock Natalie and Ryan in a closet, pay Darren, and kiss Niall,” She told me. “Simple. Kissey kissey smootchie smootchie everyone's happy!”

My mouth fell open. “Why didn't I think of that?!” I wailed. “I COULD HAVE DONE THAT LIKE WEEKS AGO!”

I hung up the phone, grabbed a sweatshirt, and ran down the hallways until I reached the space reserved for special guests, which were of course One Direction at the moment. And Niall.

I barged into his room already talking, knowing he would be on his laptop. He didn't sleep until two AM here.

“Niall, I need your help, we're gonna lock Ryan and Nat in a closet, and not let them out until they make up or make out, either one is fine, and we're gonna pay Darren and then- I rambled. I stopped dead. Because Taylor Swift was standing over Niall, who was sitting on the bed with folded arms. Taylor raised an eyebrow at me, tapping a foot on the ground. I stood in shock.

Taylor Swift was standing in front of me like it was the most natural thing in the world. And she was wearing jeans, flats, and a tee shirt. She looked normal.

“Well Niall? Where is he?” She asked. Niall groaned and collapsed back on the bed. “Hey Kelly. And Taylor, I told you! I don't know where Harry is! Give it a rest, will ya?!”

Taylor flipped her hair over her shoulder. “He told me he'd be here, now where is he?”

I was trying not to fan girl. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. There was no way I was going to freak out on one of my biggest idols.

“Hi, Taylor, I'm Kelly,” I said politely. I shook her hand quickly. She nodded at me. “I know who you are, I'm a big fan.” She said absently.

“You're a fan? Of ME?!” I squeaked. She nodded, still looking at a frustrated Niall. “Yes, your voice is phenomenal.”

I could have cried with happiness. I literally swayed from side to side, flying on cloud nine. A international singer had just told me she was a fan. OF ME.

“Do you know where Harry is?” She asked me. “Um, no.” I replied untruthfully. Actually, he was right down the hall, but Niall making furious hand motions and crossing his neck with his fingers in a I will kill you motion made me lie.

Taylor sighed. “Well, I guess I'll have to go find him then. Goodnight.” She called over her shoulder. I waved at her absently as she left.

As soon as the door shut, I turned to Niall, who was rubbing his face tiredly.

“Why was Taylor-freaking-Swift in here?!” I hissed. I sat beside him on the bed, trying not to bounce.

“She's looking for Harry, and I'm not aloud to tell her where he is, because he's avoiding her,” Niall leaned back on the bed with a sigh. He pulled me back with him, and I rested my head on his warm chest. I could hear his heart beating, strong and steady.

“Why is he avoiding her? I thought they broke up on good terms?” I asked him. Niall wrapped his arms around me.

“No, not exactly. Something happened between them, I don't know what, and he blew up about it. You can't mention her around him or he'll blow up, he cut all the scenes with her in them from our movie, and he burned a picture of her on her birthday.”

I lay there in shock. “He burned a picture of her?! He's SICK!”

Niall shrugged. “Yeah, karma with get him.”

“Why is she here? Is she the female country artist?” I asked. Niall nodded.

“They're getting Jason Aldean to be the male guest next week. Taylor's preforming on Monday, and I guess she thought that she could hook up with Harry while she's here.”

“Why are you guys here anyway?” I asked curiously. I hadn't really thought about Niall being here. But he was a pop star, it was weird that he seemed to be tied down to one place for so long.

“Well, we have a break before the stadium tour in a few months, and Uncle Simon needed help with the shows popularity, So we've been doing stuff to promote the show, and charity work along with recording.” Niall told me. His hands were playing with my hair. “And babysitting Paul's baby. He's a sweetheart.” Niall added. I nodded with a smile on my face, then told him about the week before when I'd saved Zayn from Paul Jr.

“What were you saying when you busted in earlier?” Niall asked a few minutes later after our laughter had subsided. He had been absentmindedly tracing my fingers.

I repeated everything, but in a slower way. Niall grinned down at me and dropped a kiss on my cheek. “That is actually a really good plan, but we can't do it now. I need sleep, and you do too.”

I started to get up, but Niall tugged me down again. “Where do you think you're going?” He asked.

“To bed?” I asked. Niall shook his head.

“Nope, you're staying with me, I like you here with me.”

I blushed, and he pulled the blankets over us, then turned the lamp off, I lay stiffly under the sheets a moment and Niall moved around, then he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him,

I rolled over until I was facing his chest and snuggled my head into the crook of his neck. I planted a kiss there, and he shivered.

Remembering how last time a kiss on the neck had brought on a full make out, I didn't kiss him again. But somehow he found my lips in the dark with his own, and I kissed him back gently and slowly.

When the kiss broke, he trailed kisses down my jar to just under my ear, then down my neck to my collarbone, where he eventually slowed the pleasurable torture and settled his head in the crook of my neck.

We fell asleep like that, tangled in each others arms. I'd never slept better.