Rescued

Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen

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29. Everything's Perfect

* Allison's POV

     When we arrived at the hotel, we had to get to our room and unpack quickly because the boys had a sound check before their concert tonight. While they unpacked, I took a quick shower and changed into something other than sweats so I looked more presentable.

     In fifteen minutes we met back in the living room area of their suite and headed off. Paul drove us in the sketchy black van to the building where they were performing. There were already fans outside waiting in line to get in and we had a little trouble getting through.

     When we finally got around to the back and into the building, we made our way down a long cement hallway and emerged into a little room with levers and pulleys and lighting equipment. I never thought I would be able to say I have been backstage before.

      A younger woman with pixie cut, fiery red hair, thick red lipstick, and dark eyeshadow strutted up to us with clicky, knee high, black boots. She was wearing black pants and a black v-neck to go with it. She had a headset on and carried five little black boxes.

     "My name is Talia, I'm the equipment manager. I'll be controling the show from back here," she smirked like she had the best job in the world.

     Talia boredly clipped the little black boxes to the boys and let them slide the boxes in their pockets. Then she helped them thread a wire through their shirts and up to their ears and insert the little tan earplugs. She made it a point to wink at me because she just touched my boyfriends abbs. Talia handed them each a microphone and told them to wait five minutes before sauntering off. What a bitch.

     I stood there fuming and biting my tounge so I wouldn't yell out. Liam grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear that he loved me and led me over to a black velvet curtain. I calmed down a little.

     Liam pulled aside the curtain and I gasped. I had never seen so many seats in my life! This place was huge. Liam pulled me across stage and down a set of stairs. He led me to the front row and told me I could watch from here. This was going to be amazing.

     Talia motioned for Liam to come back over so they could start. When she was still looking, I gave Liam a big kiss. He pecked my cheek and ran off to do the soundcheck.

     I smirked at Talia in an I win sort of way and she looked absolutely pissed. Score one for Alli. I mentally fist pumped and sat in my seat to watch he show.

     *After the Show*

     The guys sounded amazing and I loved the show. They had to go back stage to have a chat with Paul and Talia about the show. I sat on the hard plastic seat and propped my legs up. I decided to look at all my twitter mentions.

     A tear of happiness formed in my eye as I saw that all the mentions and tweets were all sweet and kind. I made a mental note to thank Liam for what he said on the twitcam. Then, one from last night caught my eye.

     @Char1D1D1D: @AlliLovesLiam Alli, do you remember me? It's Char, your best friend <3

     "FUCK!" I scream out pretty loud.

     I hear all the guys scrambling to get down the stage. All I can think about is Char. I literally forgot about my best friend. I know I lost my phone and all my contacts and my facebook and twitter, but how do you forget your best friend? That was pathetic! I followed her as fast as humanly possible and scrolled through her tweets.

     My heart leaped as I saw she had tickets for tonight. I could see her. Tears started pouring down my face. They were tears of joy, happiness, excitment. I was going to get my best friend back! How many people do that? Leave their best friend and forget about them, find a boyfriend from the biggest boy band in the world, and reunite with their bestie at a concert of your boyfriends? Not many people, I can tell you that.

     The guys all rushed up to me and were asking what happened and being all concerned. Ijust cried harder and smiled uncontrolably. I probably looked physcotic.

     "Nothing!" I cheered, "Nothing's wrong! Everything's perfect!"

 

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