Our full-time driver stopped the van, and we all got out. It was dusk, and in winter, so the sky was black already at 5pm. The rain was still pelting, but we survived through it all anyway. No umbrellas, no hoodies. Just the rest of the boys, chatting through the rain, as if it was just a bright, sunny day, and then me, choosing to be socially isolated.
The sign read "O2 Arena, London". So that's where we were. O2 Arena. Oh, the joy of it all. A huge arena again. More pressure to do well, and more publicity the next day. Great.
"OK boys. Welcome to the O2 Arena, where you will be playing at for 4 nights in a row. Here are the bathrooms, your dressing room, and lastly, the stage." I didn't know we had a tour guide. Maybe we did. I stared on listlessly, not really paying attention to the man, who was still talking.
"So Niall, you excited or what?!" I heard Louis' voice in my ear.
I plainly shrugged, not really wanting to engage in a conversation right now. I wasn't in the mood to.
"C'mon! This is what you used to say you were most looking forward to! Playing in this arena, and now you are... what's wrong?" Liam joined in too, then.
I suppose we all want what we can't get, but when we get it, we lose all interest. Yes, what Liam said was completely true, but that was before. That was the past, where I was a naive little boy who wanted nothing more than to become internationally famous and play to a big crowd. I didn't expect the hate to get the better of me, either, though.
I slapped on a convincing smile, and just grinned at the boys. Time to put on my fake persona to the boys and the crowd, all over again.