Change Your Life

“Holy shit,” I breathed out, feeling sick with excitement and nerves. Louis Tomlinson was in our hotel... Co-authored by Lozza (author of Laura's POV) & MisfiredSynapse (author of Kate's POV).

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9. Kate’s POV

I was leaning against the wall, chatting with Liam, as Laura appeared beside me. She looked a little… off… but it didn’t look serious so I put it out of my mind. If she was really that upset she’d drag me off somewhere quiet to talk about it. The three of us watched as Niall sped away from security, laughing all the way. His laugh was infectious and soon we were all in stitches, as Paul breathlessly begged him to stop it, get down, for Gods’ sake Niall, cut it out!

He was getting braver with every escape; and soon had gone up the loading ramp to the entry gates. I heard someone start to scream and followed the sound, looking up to find fans hanging over the walls with their cameras at the ready. They’d been sneaky; I hadn’t even thought to look up there! I grabbed Laura’s arm and pointed.

“Do you think they got our picture?” I hissed to her.

But it was Liam who answered. “Without a doubt. Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. The wide grin gave him away and I poked his stomach in retaliation. He barely moved and my brain nearly short-circuited as I realized just how built he was under his shirt. Damn him. No, bad Kate, he has a girlfriend. And you like Niall! Stop it!

Wait. What?

“Let’s go inside,” Laura said quickly, as she jogged to the doors, one hand covering her face. It wouldn’t do much good now, if the fans had photographed us, because we’d be all over the internet in ten seconds flat. My iPod vibrated in my pocket; a new email from tumblr, where I ran a semi-popular blog. I knew for a fact some of my followers lived in the city, and they’d likely recognize my face.

One new message.

I was right, I thought, as I leeched the Centre’s wifi and opened the app. The message was simple.

HOLY FUCK IS THIS YOU??!?

Followed by a disguised link. “Has anybody got a pen?” I called, still walking with my eyes on the screen. I heard someone to my left say ‘here!’ and glanced up in time to catch the pen Louis had thrown at me, and he snapped his fingers in disappointment.

“I was going for a headshot!” he whined.

I raised my eyebrows. “Sorry to spoil your fun. Would you like to try again?”

“Yeah, actually.”

I was about to toss the pen back at him when Niall ran through, Paul hot on his heels. “That-“ he wheezed, hands on his knees. “- is it! No more Segway’s!”

Niall stopped, looking devastated, and Laura nearly wet herself giggling as Louis slapped Niall upside the head with an irritated ‘well done, ya twat’. “What’s he done?” she gasped out.

Paul, recovering, glared at Niall and shook his finger. “He fell off, nearly got himself a black eye, caused the fans to have a collective meltdown and,” he paused for dramatic effect. “He broke the Segway!”

“HE WHAT!?” Harry shouted, as four glaring eyes turned on Niall. He gulped and sprinted for me; holding me in front of him like a shield.

“STAY BACK!” he shouted, as I tried to breathe and laugh at the same time, being shaken by the blonde boy ducking behind my shoulder. “You’ll protect me, right?” he asked, very close to my ear. I froze, and I imagine my face must’ve looked quite funny, because Liam snapped a picture and tweeted it. My notification went off and sure enough, he had.

“Really?” I said dryly, hands on my hips. Niall had let go of me and Laura had drifted onto the stage properly- Louis following her two seconds later, like a butterfly to a flower- and Liam grinned innocently. “Backstage antics with Segway-breaker Niall Horan.”

The boys broke out laughing and Niall left his arm around my shoulder as we filed out onstage, getting our first glimpse at what the Centre looked like from the perspective of a performer. Let me tell you, it was mind-blowing.

I could barely see the seats at the back and the few staff members working by the centre stage looked like ants. The lights were mostly off but it was still hot; my mouth was hanging open as I admired the view. I was almost on autopilot as I raised my iPod to take a picture, in utter awe.

“Pretty good, huh?” Louis asked, sitting on the stairs with Laura perched on the one below him. They looked like they’d been having a pretty good conversation, and his hand hadn’t left her shoulder. All I could do was nod as I turned to stare again, having to pinch myself to make sure this was really real and not just some sort of beautiful daydream. The pinch hurt but I still wasn’t convinced; ironically, it was the very person I thought to be part of the dream that convinced me it was real.

Niall’s arms appeared around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder, a friendly gesture if I ever spotted one, but the hug was warm and nice and unlike any other hug I’d felt before. Giggling, I held his hands over my stomach. “I guess it’s true, then, that Horan Hugs are the best.”

I could feel him grin more than see it; “You’d better believe it.”

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