Tonight's Cloudy Sky (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

A very wise man once said that- when it came to life- you never knew what you were going to get. It's a sort of philosophy for Amelia, who's experienced her fair share of downs and is currently waiting for the ups. And when they finally do come to her... well, what goes up must come back down.


10. Nameless Girl

The first thing I noticed was the bright light, and how I managed to pour through my closed eyelids. I scrunched my eyes together and that’s when I felt the massive migraine. I reached up and pressed my fingers to my temples and pushed down hard to relieve the pressure. I moaned a little bit and snuggled down deeper into the comfy couch I was in.

“Is she alright? Why hasn’t she woken up yet?”

“I don’t know!”

“Jesus, Niall! You’re making all the girls pass out! That’s my job!”

“Is she going to be okay? Did I kill her?!”

Where was I? The last I could remember, I was at the One Direction concert and had to go outside…

My eyes flashed open and I quickly sat up, butting heads with someone who was leaning over me. I glanced around at the room; there were five boys, all looking quite tired and worried.

Five boys. Five well dressed boys. Five well dressed, beautiful boys. That could only mean one of two things.

One- I was dreaming.

Or two- I died from heart failure in the alley and was now in heaven.

There was a cough and I blinked, realizing that I had been staring at them nonstop. This was very, very real. I thought back to my plans and tried to remember how I had planned this out. But it all went out the window when he spoke- that tall, blond haired, blue eyed Irish man that found me in the alley.

“You alright, love?”

I didn’t answer, avoiding eye contact. I stared down at my dress and my breath stopped.

No. This was not happening. This could not happen. Not this way. Not now.

In a panic, I jumped up from the couch. I gave one last glance at the boys as I sprinted out of the room and into an empty hallway. I could hear them yelling after me, asking if I was alright, but I ignored them and sprinted down the hall.

Why?! Why was this happening? This was not how I had imagined our meeting. Like all fans, I wanted them to lay their eyes on me as I calmly and gracefully walked towards them, falling in love instantly. I wanted them to think of me and say “remember when we saw that one girl in London. Yeah, the amazingly beautiful one.” But now it was all ruined, and now I was “the girl who passed out in the alley behind the concert and they felt sorry for.”

Was I being dramatic? Hell yes!

But this was One Direction, the boys I dreamed about. I wanted them to love me as much as I loved them. And it was all ruined.

I made random turns, weaving through labyrinth that I assumed was backstage. The walls and floors were grey, and I had no idea if I was getting out of the building, or further inside.

I slowed down, tears blurring my vision. The way they looked at me- was it worry or pity? Had Niall taken me from the alley out of concern or had someone forced him? All the dreams I had of meeting them were wiped away and I was left with the five seconds where I got up from the couch and ran.

I found myself at a dead end, so leaned against the wall and slid down, letting myself thump down on the floor. I curled my legs up and rested my head on my knees. I massaged my temples and caught myself humming Once Upon A December again. I soothed myself with the relaxing tune and slowed my heart rate down. I stopped humming and listened to the empty hallways around me, hoping that no one would stumble across my tear-stained body.




I stepped out into the alleyway, getting some fresh air as I did before every show. Louis and Harry still tease me about my claustrophobia, but I’ve learned to ignore them. I grabbed an empty box from outside and stuck it in the door so that I wasn’t locked outside.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I psych myself up for the show tonight. It was going to be massive- just looking at the crowd pouring in earlier showed me that tonight’s crowd was very… enthusiastic.

There was about five minutes left before I had to go back in and get to the stage. As usual, my adrenaline was pumping and I couldn’t wait to perform for London.

I turned to walk back inside when something caught my eye at the other end of the alley.

I squinted and looked closer at the huddled, crying person. Was it a girl? With that amazing blue dress and long blonde hair- it had to be. I walked towards her, worried that something was wrong. I took a quick look around to make sure that no one else was around. Had someone hurt her? Were they still here?

Kneeling down next to her, I put my hand on her back to comfort her. I could see her body relax and she looked up at me with the most spectacular green eyes I had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat and I was amazed at how beautiful she was, even when she had makeup down her rosy cheeks. I wanted to save this girl. I had to know who she was.

I was about to ask her name when I realized the situation. She was most likely here for the concert, so I knew what was going to happen next. And, and I predicted, I saw recognition flash across her features and I braced myself for her to scream.

But instead, her eyes widened for a second and then flittered closed, and her body swayed backwards. Out of reflex, I grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her from hitting her head.

Her arms hung loosely across her waist and her head lolled to the side.

Did she just pass out? What do I do? I can’t just leave her here!

I knew I was going to get grief about this from the boys later, but I had to bring her in. If I took her to security, there was no doubt she wouldn’t be allowed to see the show. They would saw she was waiting for me out in the alley or something and that she ‘was a threat to security’.

But staring down at her pink cheeks and the smudged makeup, I could tell that she wasn’t like the other fans. She was different. I don’t know what it was- the way her long, blond hair fell down in natural curls, or the way her lips parted slightly when she was sleeping.

I don’t know what it was, but I wanted to make this girl’s dreams come true.

Hopefully one of her dreams was the meet One Direction, because I was taking her back to the dressing room now. I pushed my shoulder against the door and stuck my head in to make sure that no one was around. Luckily, most of the crew was near the front of the building, preparing for the show in a few minutes.

With the coast clear, I came inside. I carried this nameless girl down the halls and made it back to the boys, having memorized which turns to make to get outside. Standing outside of the dressing room, I thought of how to ease this onto the boys.

“Hey guys! Just found this crying girl out in the alley and when she saw me, she passed out! Was wondering if you could help me resuscitate her, or whatever!” I whispered to myself, trying to find a way to make this all seem okay.

I heard shuffling inside and realized that I may have been talking too loud.

Liam opened the door, and his big smile immediately faded when he saw the unconscious girl in my arms.

“Niall! What have you done! What happened?” He yelled, grabbing the girl from my arms and carrying her over to the couch. The boys jumped up from their seats and backed up so that Liam could put her down. They all turned to me.

“Well?! Would you care to explain?” Liam asked, his voice raised.

“I was just out in the alley and she was crying and I went to see if she was okay and when she saw me she fainted and I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want to take her to security so I brought her here!” I rambled, and Harry strolled over to me. He slung an arm around me with a smug grin.

“I’ve trained him well! He’s a lady’s man like me now!”

I shrugged Harry off of me and walked over to her. I leaned over the back of the couch, looking down at her peaceful and angelic face. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Niall,” Liam stated, and I turned to face him. “What do you expect us to do?”

Not knowing how to respond, I looked down at her.

“Liam,” I heard Louis say. “I think Niall’s got it bad.”

I snapped my head up, blushing furiously. “Got what?”

“A case of the lovey dovey’s” Zayn cooed from the couch on the other side of the room. I glared over at him, but he had already turned his attention back to his phone.

“I barely know this girl!” I retorted, but inside I felt different. Where they right?

“If it’s true love, it won’t matter.” Harry chimed in, saying out loud what I had secretly been thinking.

I turned to look back at the nameless girl when Liam interrupts us. “Alright, guys. We’ll have to sort this out later. We have a show to do- remember?”

The boys start jumping around and cheering, getting their adrenaline pumping for the show. But I remained by the side of the couch, wanting to wait until she wakes up.

“Come on, Niall!” Louis insists, pulling me by the arm. “She’ll be here when we come back!”

“But-” I try to protest, but Louis keeps dragging me out of the room. I look back longingly at the sleeping angel on the couch and pray that Louis is right, and that she’ll be waiting for me when I return.




“Where has she gone?!” I ask Janessa and Ariel, who had gone into the crowd with Amelia and didn’t come back with her.

“I don’t know!” Janessa cried over the loud scream of the fans. “We were separated! What if we never find her?!”

Meredith came over to console Janessa and Ariel left to check the crowd again.

I wipe my bangs from my forehead and sigh. “We’re going to go home-”

“We’re going to leave her here?!” Ariel questioned incredulously.

“We won’t be able to find her, and she won’t be able to find us, in this sort of crowd. We’ll text her that we’re going home, and she’ll meet us there.” I pause, satisfied with the plan. “It’ll be okay, Janessa. It’s not your fault.” I add to the distressed brunette, who just sniffles and nods.

I take one last fleeting glance at the concert as I turn to leave, but Amelia is still nowhere in sight. I pull out my phone and text her.

To: Green Eyed Girl :)

We’ve gone home- please text us as soon as you get this! Worried sick! Love you and hope you’re okay xx

We get in the car and I pull out of the lot, hoping to God that Amelia gets home safe.




“Thank you, London! You were such an amazing crowd and we feel honored to be able to play for you! We hope you had as much fun as we did, and please get home safely!” Liam signed off for us, but I wasn’t listening. All I could think about was the nameless girl. Was she okay? Was she still there?

Zayn clasps my shoulder and I snap out of my trance, realizing that the boys were leaving. Following their lead, we walk back stage, handing the crew our mics and earplugs.

As soon as I’m free, I sprint down the hallways, not waiting for the lads. I push the door open, and a wave of relief washes over me. She’s still here.

But she hasn’t woken up yet. At least an hour has passed, and she’s still out.

The boys enter the room, slightly out of breath.

“Is she alright? Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” I asked, completely stricken.

“I don’t know!” Zayn explains, plopping down on the other couch.

“Jesus, Niall! You’re making all the girls pass out! That’s my job!” Harry jokes, but stops when he sees that I’m not in the mood.

“Is she going to be okay? Did I kill her?!” I turned to Liam. But when he didn’t answer me after a few seconds, I wave him away and turned back to her. I stood behind the couch and looked over her, just as I did before the show.

I was mesmerized by her beauty. The soft curves of her cheekbones, the slight gape of her lips, her full eyelashes, and the way her chest delicately rose and fell as she breathed. I reached forward and brushed a piece of hair out of her face, calming myself to her rhythmic breathing.

Everything was going to be fine; she was going to be fine.

Then, much to my delight, her eyes fluttered open. My heart melted when I once again saw those green eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about them for the past few hours at the show. Every girl I pointed at, every fan I smiled at, I imagined it was her. Ever since I laid eyes on her, nameless girl was all I could think about.

She quickly sat up, bumping me on the head. I chuckle, rubbing my head, as she looks around at the boys.

“You alright, love?” I ask, wondering why she hadn’t spoken yet. Nameless girl only looked down at her lap. I was about to go sit next to her when she suddenly jumped up from the couch and ran out of the room, leaving us all speechless.

“What the-” Harry questioned, being cut off by the loud slam of the door. He was right; we never got that kind of response from fans.

I turned around to look at the door. Was there something I did?

I walked around the couch and slumped down where she was just laying. I leaned back when I noticed I was sitting on something. Shifting to the side, grabbed whatever it was and gave a small chuckle at how cliché this was.

I had just met a girl- a girl who could possibly be the princess I have been waiting for. It was brief, and she left in a hurry. And she left behind something that I had to return. I knew now that I would see her again.

Because, in my hand, was her phone.


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