"What just happened?" I asked myself after Nick left my house.
I pulled my clothes back on ashamed of what had just happened. I thought this is what I wanted. I wanted Nick, and finally Nick wanted me. But maybe, just maybe, it was Howie I wanted. Maybe that's what led me to mistaken Nick for him when we were having sex.
In the midst of my thoughts I heard the telephone ring. I quickly rushed to the door and found the key and got inside. I ran to the phone and answered out of breath.
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie, what took you so long?"
"I was...outside."
"Still? Did Nick keep you out there talking about Britney forever?"
I faked a laugh, "Yeah... he sure did."
"Are you ok?" He asked sensing there was something wrong.
'Do I tell him?'
"Hey, you wouldn't want to stay over here tonight, would you?" I asked him, hoping we could talk.
"Well, I don't see why not."
"Thanks Howie."
We hung up and I debated on how I was going to tell him and I was frightened about what he was going to say. Ever since the first night I met Howie their was an unexplainable spark between us and I really wanted to explore my feelings for him further.
'But if he finds out about my little Nick blunder... he'll never want to see me again.' I reasoned. 'I just can not let him know.'
I decided I would call Nick tomorrow and inform him that we made a mistake and I am sorry, but to please not tell Howie. Again, Howie interupted my thoughts.
"Hey." I said letting him inside.
"Are you ok?" He said pulling me into a warm hug.
"I'm fine."
"You sounded kind of urgent on the phone. I rushed over here... I was worried."
I melted at his concern. "I'm so glad I met you." I told him sincerely.
"Not as glad as I am that I met you." He replied pressing his lips to mine.
"Why don't you go change in your PJs and we can lay on the couch and watch something." I suggested.
*Howie*
I agreed and walked into her bathroom. I looked into the mirror and did a smile check to make sure there weren't any salads between my teeth. I smelled my underarms (c'mon!). I smiled again and emerged confidently in a pair of boxers. I sat on the couch and waited.
Alli came out of her bedroom wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants with a matching button up top. I thought she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
When I first met Alli, I never thought about her in a romantic way, I was sure she had a thing for Nick... once a girl had a thing for Nick, it was pretty unlikely that she'd take a guy like me seriously.
I smiled at Alli as she bent over to pop "A Night at the Roxbury," in.
"This move is hilarious!" She informed me.
"Being on the road a lot makes it hard for me to keep up with the new movies."
She sat beside me and as the preview played she asked, "do you like being on the road?"
"I love my fans. I love singing. I love the fellahs. Those guys are my best friends. I can count on them for anything."
I noticed she cringed a little as I recounted my love for my bandmates.
"What?" I asked her.
"Do you ever worry that one of them would do anything with a girl you are seeing?"
The question caught me a little off gaurd, "Not Brian because he's just not like that. Not AJ because he's like my best friend. Kevin... nah. Nick's the only one I worry about because he's everybody's favorite." I sulked a little.
"You're my favorite Backstreet Boy."
"I am?"
She nodded and pressed her lips to mine. I put my hand on her neck and gently rubbed my thumb on her chin.
I didn't want to go too far with her... after all I didn't want to be in the predicament AJ and Kirsten were in.
"What?" She asked as I pulled away. I grabbed her hand and we intertwined our fingers. I kissed our jointed hands and laid them in my lap as she leaned on my shoulder.
During the movie Alli fell asleep and I smiled to myself noticing how peaceful she looked.
I got a blanket and covered her up, I kissed her forehead and whispered, "good night."
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