Bring It // EDITING

Chapter Twenty Nine

"You'll do fine. I promise." Niall said comfortingly. I sighed, anxiously taping my foot. "What if I don't get the part? I'm really nervous." I said. He kissed me softly.

"Delaney, I haven't seen one person better at acting than you. You'll get the part with ease. You're a real natural." he whispered to me encouragingly. I exhaled, nodding. "Okay, I'm ready. I'm ready for this. I'm ready." I said to myself. Niall kissed me again, pecking my lips and cheeks. "Kick ass."

I giggled. "I'll try."

I stepped away, walking up onto the stage. Mrs. C scribbled something down on her clip board, then looked up at me, smiling. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe, opening them to the crowd before me.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

"Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself."

"Thank you, Delaney, that was excellent."

I smiled, thanking her before trotting off the stage, sitting next to Niall. He grinned, leaning over to kiss me. "What'd I tell ya? You're a natural."

"Thank you." I giggled. He kissed me one last time before facing forward towards the stage.

As we watched other girls audition, I felt Niall's hand rest on my knee. I payed no mind to it, until he began moving it up and down, slowly inching his way towards the middle of my thigh, dangerously close to breaking the barrier.

"Niall, stop." I whispered. He stopped moving up, but then began rubbing my inner thigh, making me squirm at the tingling feeling between my legs.

"We are in public, Horan." I said sternly. He chuckled. "I don't give a fuck about anyone else. I'd fuck ya right now."

I drew a shaky breathe. "Niall.."

"What? Are ya gettin' horny?" he whispered, his voice husky and his accent strong. I bit my lip, closing my eyes.

"You're pushing it, boy."

"Squirmy wormy."

I slid my hand under his, linking our fingers together, putting it back on my knee. He snickered, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. "You're such an arse." I muttered

"I bet yer underwear says different." He whispered cockily, nipping my neck. I glared at him, then smirked. I let his hand go, palming him through his jeans. He gasped, choking back the groan his throat emmitted.

"I see someone was gettin' excited." I smirked, digging my palm harder into him. He was shaking a bit, whimpering. "Delaney.."

"What? Am I pushin' it, squirmy wormy?" I asked, whispering in a thick accent to match his. He placed his hand over mine, pushing my hand harder into his growing erection. "Delaney, please.."

"Sorry, we're in public." I smirked, removing my hand. He groaned in irritation, muttering various curse words at me. "Fuck you." He said, wincing at the pain from his restriction jeans. I snickered. "Payback's a bitch."

"Yeah, jus' like you." He muttered, palming himself. I looked up at the stage, seeing Mrs. Cramblet call up partners for the party scene. I stood up, looking across the room, seeing Louis nodding to me. I nodded back, smiling sweetly at Niall. "You staying to watch?" I asked.