Jay Cee El

Ninety Three // Truth Or Truth

[rewritten]

Here's the next chapter!

Enjoy!

*Just as a quick note, this chapter is the same time that Jarry's date was. It was all happening at once*

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Niall's P.O.V

I knocked on the door, waiting patiently for the door to open. I heard Caitlin yelling at me to wait and I laughed quietly to myself. After a second or two the door swung open and Caitlin smiled at me. "She's just trying to put her boot back on. Come on in." Thanking her, I walked into the hotel room and smiled when I saw Liz.

She was sitting on the bed, her leg propped up and she was trying her best to put it back on. I laughed and walked over to her, sitting down and helping her. She thanked me, laughing quietly, telling me that she couldn't get it tight enough. Once I had it set, I leaned forward and kissed her. After a few seconds I pulled away and smiled at her.

"How's your ankle, beautiful?" I asked her. Liz's cheeks heated up and she looked down at her ankle, away from my eyes. I loved that I had such an effect on her. I could get her to blush so easily with a simple word.

"It's good, it feels better when I'm not walking on it. Are you ready to go?" She asked.

"Obviously, I came here didn't I?" I teased her.

"Shut up." She laughed. I laughed as well, standing from the bed to help her to her feet. Her face cringed when she put pressure on her ankle and my arm was immediately around her, trying to take as much of her weight as I could. "I'm good, I'm good." She reassured me.

"Are you sure you want to go to dinner? We can always just order something in?" I asked, looking down at her.

"As long as it's not here. I'm planning on Skyping Brandon so get out as soon as you can." Caitlin said from the other side of the room. I ignored the pink haired girl and looked down at Liz, waiting for her answer.

"No, I wanna go. Like you said, we haven't been on an actual date in a while and I keep getting asked if we've broken up because of it. Besides, I didn't spend almost twenty minutes trying to get into these shorts for nothing." Liz said.

I laughed, nodding my head. "Alright, alright. Let's go then."

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An hour and a half later, I found myself lying next to Liz while looking up at the ceiling. We had already had dinner, got mobbed at the restaurant and had to have Paul and Justin come and get us, got yelled out for going out without telling them, and then carried Liz to my room because her ankle hurt. It's been a long hour and a half, so the first thing we did when we got to my room was lie down and joke about what had happened.

Liz was lying on her side, leaning more against me than she was the bed. My arm was around her and she was using it as a pillow, while I rubbed my hand up and down her arm in a slow pace. Her arm was laid across my chest lazily, and I couldn't feel any more comfortable than I was now. She was playing with the tank top that I was wearing, softly pulling on it as a way of entertaining herself. It had been quiet for the past few minutes; we were just enjoying each other's companies. That is until Liz spoke.

"Tell me a secret." She whispered, though no one else was in the room.

"A secret? You know all me secrets..." I trailed off, not having to explain how she knew all my secrets.