They Don't Know About Us

This is my first fan fiction, and it's about One Direction.
One of the boys falls in love with a girl from the audience.
Will he ever know who she was?

This story is made for the contest "The backstage story - what happens backstage?"
It would mean a lot to me, if you'd read it, give me some feedback and give it a "like"

Thank you very much!
Enjoy xoxo

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2. I Want

I went backstage and got ready to go to the airport. I didn’t want to leave; I wanted to find that beautiful girl. My stomach started tickling when I thought of her. It was crazy.

Zayn saw how distant I was from reality.

“Are you coming, Niall?” he asked me.

I stood for a brief second and thought of it

I looked down and shyly said:
“No.”

Everyone stopped talking and looked over at me.

Liam walked up to me and said:
“What do you mean? We have to go, we’re on tour and we need to follow the plan!”

I was still looking down. I was determent.

“I am not going anywhere”, I said and looked Liam in the eyes. He realized how serious I was.

“But…”

“I need to find that girl!” I shouted and interrupted him.

Now he was the one looking down.

He sighed. He found me hopeless.

“Fine”, he said. “Do what you want to. I don’t care”.

He walked away with the others, then turned around and said:
“So you’re just going to quit the tour?”

I knew how selfish it was.

“Yes. Yes I am”, I said.

He didn’t respond.

“What are you going to do? Where will you go?” Louis asked.

“I need to know every single one of the girls, who went to this concert. I need to know, who she is”, I said.

One of the bodyguards walked up to me, gave me some money and said:

“I’ll pay for your hotel room. You need a place to stay, a place to rest. If anything happens, call me”, he said.

They all went outside, entered the tour bus and left.

I stood there, all by myself in a huge concert hall.

I put on my gray hoddie and went outside. It was late at night, so I could barely see a thing because of the darkness. I needed to find a place to stay.

 

I walked down the street and found a bus stop. Rain was falling fast from the sky, but luckily the bus stop had a little shed for that. I stood in the shed to get some shelter from the rain.

An old man sat on the bench. He had a big, gray beard and a bag filled with beer bottles.

He was wearing blue gloves. They were all worn out. He looked like a homeless man, but I didn’t talk to him.

I spotted a yellow light in the distance. Finally, the bus arrived. The bus driver was really angry, but I understood why since he was driving around at midnight. He must have been exhausted.

The bus was empty. The old man on the bench didn’t go on the bus; he just sat on the bench and didn’t move at all.

I sat as far in the back as I could. It was so dark outside, I could see my reflection crystal clear I the window.

The bus started to drive, and I relaxed. The bus was rocking me slowly to sleep. I was fighting to keep my eyes open, but I soon gave in.

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