Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


6. Fancy

It was the day of the first concert. We had spent nearly two weeks preparing for this and now it was finally here. Everyone ran around trying to make last-second arrangements. Stage Managers came sprinting from one side of the stage to the other. My newly-instated assistant designer went furiously ripping through every single costume that the boys were supposed to wear.

So many things had been going wrong. In rehearsal that morning, Harry had managed to split his pants right up the middle. Zayn had lost a shoe that I had worked to hard to make especially for Up All Night. And my assistant Breanne, somehow managed to misplace the entire set of costumes for the third act. Things couldn't get much worse.

"Shelbie, we need you at the front!" the tour manager called. I rushed onto the stage to see that the man was not pleased.

"Can I help you, Sir?" I asked nervously.

"We need the costumes for the third part. Now. We have an hour until people start piling in, and we still have two parts left to stage."

"They'll be out here in two seconds!" I called, "We're just getting the boys into their costumes now."

"Get them out here now!" he barked.

I couldn't help it. There were tears streaming from my eyes. I came flying around a corner at top speed, running straight into a strong chest and falling flat on my @#$%, "I'm sorry!" I sobbed, getting up in my blind fit to continue running.

"Woah, woah, woah! What's the matter, Love?" I heard a worried voice. Arms encircled my waist and helped me to my feet, "What happened?" I looked up to be met by those stunning, joking eyes.

"Niall," I gasped, trying to wipe my tears away, "I'm sorry!" I wailed, "Everything is going wrong!"

"Babe, look at me," he took my face in his hands, forcing me to look him straight in the eyes, "this happens before every single tour. It's alright. After it's all over, we'll all look back on this and laugh. Now tell me what's wrong, so I can help you out."

His positivity made me want to spit fire. I just wanted someone to sulk with me. I knew what he was doing was what I needed, but this was just so annoying, "I need five new constumes for your third act, because my idiot assistant lost every single one of them. I need a matching shoe for Zayn for Up All Night, and I need new pair of pants for Harry!"

"Okay, just tell your idiot assistant to fix Harry's pants. I found Zayn's shoe on the bus this morning. And we can just mix together the costumes from the other acts to make a new costume for the third act."

I looked up at him dazedly, "That's actually a really good idea, Niall." I said, trying to wipe my tears away to the best of my ability, "Thanks." When I looked back up, he seemed to have gotten astronaumically closer, "You're a great friend, you know that?"

"So I've been told." he chuckled, "We do need to get a move on though, before Mr. Tour Manager blows a gasket."

"You're right. I have to fit you for an entirely new costume. Since You were a genius and figured out how to make you all new costumes, you get to assist me in assembling the new outfits." I took his hand, guiding him to the fitting room.

"Why don't we get all of the boys in here and have them all make their own outifts?" Niall asked. It wasn't a bad idea. I was fairly certain they wouldn't come up with anything too outlandish and there was a room full of rejects that weren't even going to be used, so it would actually be prudent. It would save time. And who knows? We might be able to have a little fun with it too.

"Alright, call them in. Let's get this show on the road." I said, and just like that, six people were flying around the fitting room, throwing clothes together, whether they matched or not; looked decent or not. And in the end, we came up with five mismatched, colorful outfits. They didn't look terrible for the miniscule amount of time we had taken to throw them together.

"Thanks, guys. You all are the best." I said, "Hugs all around." My heart sank just a little bit when Liam slipped away before hugging me. I don't think he had exactly forgiven me for the headline yet.

"He'll forgive you soon enough." Louis whispered in my ear, "He's a @#$%."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. It wouldn't be anybody else but Louis to call one of his best friends a @#$%, "Thanks, Louis. You're awesome. You know that?"

"So I've been told."

"Okay, now, get up on stage, and be awesome." I laughed, giving him a slap on the back as he made his way into the wings along with the other four boys.

"Hello, boys!" a familiar voice called as two familiar looking girls shoved their way into the wing as well.

"Eleanor!" I called, shoving over toward the two girls to give her a hug. The last time I had seen her we had both been pretty wasted, "How are you?" I laughed, "Who's your friend?" I asked, turning toward the other girl. She had to be at least five ten, had dark brown hair, and was rocker body gorgeous.

"This is Danielle." She introduced.

"Danielle Peazer." she greeted, extending a hand to me.

She was cute, but I wasn't entirely sure why she was here, "You must be - "

"Hey, Babe." Oh. My. God. Danielle was Liam's girlfriend. And here they were. In front of me. Acting all relationship-like.

"H-hi..." I whispered awkwardly, furiously pushing past them to go hang out with Zayn and Niall. Harry had taken up flirting with one of their dancers.

Zayn, Niall, and I had taken up residence as the Three Musketeers. Eternally alone. Granted, I did have my boyfriend back home, but we hadn't even spoken for the entire time I've been here. So, yeah, I was kind of alone, I guess.

Zayn heaved, a disgusted grimace on his face, "I hate how they act so - "

"Yeah..." I agreed.

"You know about the whole customary tradition thing right now, don't you?" Niall asked, as everyone began to gather around and pair off.

"Uh, no. But it sounds painful. What is it?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, it's tradition that before every show we kiss someone for good luck." Niall blushed even as he explained it.

"And I'm guessing that you two don't have anyone to - "


"No one."

The three of us laughed, before settling into awkward silence. I rocked back on the balls of my feet, patiently waiting for whatever the tour manager was about to announce.

"Three minutes to show time!" he called. I turned to the two boys standing expectantly in front of me.

"This is kind of weird." I admitted, "So, what? You want me to kiss both of you?"

"Yes." they both said in sync. That made me panic. These two boys were the most gorgeous people I had ever seen in my life. And they both wanted to kiss me. Well, maybe it was just because we were all friends and they needed someone to do this stupid tradition thing with.

"Okay, come here." I finally said, wrapping an arm around Zayn's neck, and pulling him down to my height. Our lips press together and I couldn't help but giggle. It was cute. Like he was confident in his skill. Even though he wasn't as - amazing - as he seemed to think he was.

"You too." I chuckled, letting go of Zayn and turning to Niall. I had never thought of him in any way other than as a brother, but when we kissed... The boy had some skills. Oh my God.

Okay. I have officially had romantic thoughts about two out of the five boys, and I'd kissed three out of the five. This is not right. They are gorgeous people, but this is not right.

Niall's eyes grew huge. Apparently he felt what I had felt, "Whoa - "

"Show time!" One of the frazzled stage managers called.

And just like that, Niall was swept off onto the stage. I stood in the wings, watching as five of my best friends danced and sang and performed their hearts out.

They ran off the stage after their first act, and I hurriedly threw water bottles to them as Breanne and I furiously stripped away their clothes, replacing them with new ones, "Go get 'em!" I whispered to Louis, pushing him back onto the stage first after a prolonged drum break.

"Rock it!" I called to Niall and Zayn as they ran out along side each other. I didn't miss the fact that Niall winked at me on his way out, before turning his attention back to the fans.

This was not happening. This is so wrong. I cannot believe it. We'd known each other for all of what? A week?

I am fancying Niall Horan.
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