It had been a week since all of us went to eat breakfast and Niall continued being flirty with me whilst we were alone. It almost felt like we were a couple but he never said anything.
Right now I’m at the studio, watching the boys rehearse for a show they have on Sunday evening. It’s Saturday and I have no idea why I let them drag me here…okay, because Niall asked me to come along but you understand my reasoning.
Watching Zayn dance was one of the funniest things I had ever witnessed in my life. It seemed he had two left feet. I recorded him falling and Louis trying to catch him and uploaded it to twitter.
#VasHappeninZayndancing was already trending on twitter! Niall had taught me earlier in the week how to properly use twitter. There were twitions for me to get verified even though I’m not a celebrity! I have about half a million followers.
Most of the rumours on twitter are hilarious about the boys. I think I read somewhere that Harry and I were actually dating (that’s disgusting) and he was using the brother-sister thing as a cover-up for me to live with him. How morally incorrect are these people?
“Addie come dance with me!” Louis whined as he grabbed my hand and tried pulling me from the couch.
I felt sluggish, “Erm, I don’t really dance…”
He carried me to the centre of the floor and Niall started playing the guitar slowly.
Louis started waltzing with me and tried to lead me but it wasn’t working out well.
“No Addie!" He sighed, “You’re almost as bad as Zayn!”
Liam defended him “Hey! He’s a work in progress. I’m trying to teach him!”
Niall, Harry, and Zayn laughed as I slipped out of Louis arms when he dipped me. I fell onto the hardwood floor. I muttered curses to Louis as I got up and went back to my comfy couch.
“Wait, did you get the part where I dropped her?” Louis asked quietly to Zayn.
Zayn nodded, showing him his iPhone.
Both boys laughed as they watched the video of my falling.
My phone vibrated, Zayn posted the video on twitter with the tag #VasHappeninAddieDancing worse than me (:
I played the video on my phone and tackled Louis.
He easily threw me off of him and the band decided they had practiced enough so we went home.
The boys were on my case about dancing terribly the rest of the day.
It was Sunday evening and I was dressed to impress for my first One Direction concert. I had on a dark wash pair of jeggings that looked great on my long legs; accompanied by a flowy rose coloured halter top with a large gold sequence bow stitched into the centre. I wore my gold; strappy heels Niall bought me last Saturday to top off the outfit. I looked in the mirror and applied some mascara and gold eyeshadow. My hair was straight and I felt really good about tonight.
I made my way downstairs as it was time to leave soon.
Zayn greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, “Hello beautiful, remind me to get a picture with you later.” He was such a flirt.
I rolled my eyes and looked at all of the boys and whistled at them, “Don’t you boys look smart tonight?”
Louis smirked, “Don’t you mean, Niall looks smart?”
I smiled at him, “Yes, Niall looks wonderful.”
Niall stuck his tongue out at Louis, “Of course I look wonderful. I’m irish!”
Louis argued, “Just because you have a foreign accent that doesn’t make you any more attractive!”
“I beg to differ.” I stated, blatantly.
A roomful of oooooohhh’s came out of the boys lips.
Right then Harry marched downstairs in a black polo shirt and white chinos with blue supras.
“Are we ready for Addie's first concert?!” He jumped off the last four steps in front of me.
“I cannot wait! You guys are so good! Ugh, I feel like a proud sister.” I wiped fake tears from my eyes.
Louis handed me his handkerchief, I dabbed my eyes and threw it back at him.
“You’ve soiled my only handkerchief!” He complained, while we were in the security car pulling up next to this huge arena.
Fans were mobbing the car and they screamed the boys’ names. Definitely good vibes coming from this place tonight. I couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces while they performed.
A few fans actually managed to get next to our car as we pulled into the secret gate.
They got single pictures with each of the boys. They even got one with me, calling me Addie and everything!
“Addie! I love your tweets and the pictures you put on of the guys.” One of the girls I had been talking to told me.
“Aw, thank you!” I chuckled, “What’s your twitter name? I’ll type it in my phone and follow you when I go home.” I whipped out my iPhone and she told me her name and I saved it in my phone.
Security whisked the fans away and all of us were sent backstage.
The boys sat quietly, their vocal coach had instructed a serious time of vocal rest but that didn’t stop them all from texting each other and me.
Louis, Zayn, and Niall were all texting me. I forgot which conversation was which half of the time…until I realized, “Wait a minute…I’m not on vocal rest. I can talk!” I laughed and the boys rolled their eyes.
An almost asleep Liam groaned, “SHHHHH! BE QUIET.”
I smiled, “Aw, Liam. I didn’t mean to wake the baby.” I cooed at him and Harry silently laughed.
Time flew and before you knew it all of the boys were getting their microphones fixed and hidden on them. I took a picture of all of them from behind, looking confident. It was a rather nice picture; a soon to be favourite of every fan girl.
I instantly uploaded it to twitter with a good luck message: I love my boys. Knock ‘em dead! It’s going to be a good show;) x
The boys phones all vibrated as they received my tweet.
Zayn was the first to hug me and he whispered a thank you in my ear.
Harry was next and I was so proud of him, he had no idea. “Good luck tonight, lovely older cousin! You’ve gotten so far. Remember when you were a part of that band ‘White Eskimos’ ?” He chuckled, “Well now, you’re 1/5 of One Direction and you’ve hit it big, Styles.” Harry brought me in for a bone crushing hug and walked over to warm ups with Zayn.
Louis and Liam attacked me from both sides and I laughed so hard, “Good luck you two! You’ll be perfect, I just know it.”
They walked away, leaving me with Niall for last.
He walked up with his arms open, “What? No motivational speech for me?”
I smiled, “Of course there is.” I wrapped my arms lightly around his neck, “I already know you’ll be great tonight. I can’t believe how far all of you boys have come along. Just watching you improve and everything has been great. I can’t wait for the rest of the summer.”
Niall was blushing a bit, “Well thank you, Addie. Maybe after the show you’d like to get something to eat with me?”
I was surprised, me? “Uh..Yeah! I’d love to.”
He smiled brightly, “Great! Nando’s it is!”
“Get a quick picture with me so I can put it on twitter.” He told me and he handed his phone to an assistant who snapped a cute picture of me and him standing really close together.
He typed quickly on his phone and walked over to the warm-up room to join the other boys.
I went quickly onto twitter as soon as he left the room to see what Niall said with our picture.
@OfficialNiall: this one’s a keeper, look how adorable she is! @biggestniallanator xx
I blushed at what he said. Adorable am I? Well he obviously hasn’t looked in the mirror.
Two skinny arms wrapped around my waist and spun me around. I laughed, “Put me down!”
I turned around expecting to see Niall but it was Hannah. I grinned brightly, “Hannah!”
She shushed me, “Louis thinks I’m visiting my mum! I wanted it to be a surprise. I have two tickets for the front row, come and join me?”
I nodded and we made our way from backstage with the help of security.
Hannah and I took our seats in the centre of the front row; right where Louis is supposed to be throughout the show…Oh, Hannah was good!
“He’ll definitely see you, Hannah!”
She laughed, “That’s the point. He always says he’s nervous when he knows I’m there. But he won’t know I’m there until a few songs in when he gets used to the audience and actually looks around instead of looking at his boyfriend, Harry.”
The lights dimmed and Hannah and I squealed along with all of the other girls in the arena.
My phone vibrated. I pulled it out, from Niall.
Where are you? You disappeared from backstage!
I speedily texted back; in the audience.