Niall's POV

“I got my phone back!!” I cheered happily as I made my way back to the two blokes on the floor, placing one foot on Louis’ arse, standing in a heroic pose.

“About time Nialler, Louis was about to give advice on what not to do in a super market.” Amber said, trying to contain her laughter. My face scrunches up in confusion.

“Get ooooffffff” Harry whines from the bottom of the pile. “The floor is cold.”

“Well get Niall to take his foot off of my arse!” He counters.

I remove my foot from Louis’ arse, seeing a shoe mark on his jeans. Louis then picks himself off of Harry, and Harry gets himself off the floor and begins to dust himself off. Louis and Harry begin light conversations, most likely on why Louis has been running around, so I take this as my cue to leave at a good distance before Harry finds out and wants to talk to them too. I turn a few corners, finding myself back where I was from the start in the audience. I take the same seat that had been marked with the water bottle on the floor.

“Alright, I’m good now.” I sigh into the phone as I lay back onto the chair, finding my comfy position. Their giggles ringed through the line.

“What happened Niall? Was that Harry?” Amber asks once they stopped.

“Of course you heard Harry.” I said sassy-like.

"Niall."

“Alright, alright. Yes that was him. What happened was Louis taking my phone, he running away with it, crashing into Harry causing them both to fall to the ground and Louis dropping my phone, unharmed, and me running away from them.” I said, leaving my heroic pose of the story.

“Oh really? So your foot wasn’t on Louis’ ‘arse’?” Chasity says, chuckling.

“Nooo… Psh. I don’t know what you are saying. Stop putting words in my mouth, woman!” I countered, trying incredibly hard not to laugh.

“I wasn’t— never mind.” Chasity sighs. I do that so often to her it annoys her in a good way.

“You’re smiling, aren’t ya?” I ask, doing it myself.

“Maybe…” She mutters.

“You’re so cute, babes. I love making you smile.” I tell her.

“Awe, Niall—” Chasity starts but was cut off with a groan.

“Guys I’m still here, you know! Leave the mushy talk for when I’m not around, geez!!!” Amber says loudly.

“Sorry, Amber.” Chasity and I say simultaneously.

“Harry seriously needs to grow balls and ask you out already. I think it’s been long enough to safely say that you guys should go out already.” I hear Chasity say as I pick up my water bottle and swirl it around, watching the water spin and create a small tornado, chuckling at the sight. Paul walks onto the stage, scanning the room before finding me and signaling me to get up and follow him backstage. I turn to jelly as I whine at him silently, telling him I just sat down again and he just shrugs and walks off.

“Hey, he doesn’t need to. You don’t know, maybe he just wants to be friends… I’m okay with that.” Amber mumbles just as I groan loudly, hearing my own voice echo in the arena.

“Something wrong, Niall?” I hear Chasity ask.

“Yeah. I got to go back now. By the way, Amber, Harry is actually—” I start but I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind me. I stop talking and slowly turn around, seeing none other than Harry directly behind me, and Louis a couple feet away.

“Harry’s what, Niall?” I hear Amber ask.

“Yeah, I gotta go, bye see you later muah!” I say rather quickly before hanging up, not giving them a chance to say their goodbyes.

“Harry’s what, Niall?” Harry asks me repeating what Amber asked, his evil smirk forming on his face.

“Doesn’t know, what an absolute charming man he is. That's it.” I say as casually as possible, standing up. Placing my phone in my pocket now turned off, I take hold of my water bottle and begin making my way to the stage and climbing over it, joining Paul. The boys follow in suit, Harry nodding his head.

“Thank you Niall.” He says politely. “You weren’t going to tell her, right?” He asks me quietly.

“Of course not, who do you think I am? Tellin’ secrets to everybody.” I accuse him jokingly.

“Alright, alright. Thank you.” He says with a chuckle.

“No probs.” I said, snickering to myself, remembering where I was going with my statement. Eh, I’ll tell her later on when she is here.

“Do you know what time the girls are coming?” Harry changes the subject lightly. I shake my head.

“They are still getting ready.” I tell him as I grab my microphone from Paul and jog over to my guitar that was on its stand and putting it on.

“Ah alright.” He says, reaching for his mic as well.

“Oh Louis, by the way, Lou wanted me to tell you that because you scared her, you are getting your hair done first.” I explain to him as we walked to our spots backstage.

“You scared Lou?” Liam asked as he and Zayn joined us on the walk.

“It was on accident! She was in the way…” He grumbled.

“Well, accident or not, you are first.” I tell him, smirking. He groans out loud, echoing in the arena.

“I blame you, Horan!!!!” He said, jumping on my back. I yelled out at the sudden weight on my back, but managed to not fall over.

“Watch the guitar, mate!!!” I yell out. I held onto his legs and ran to the back, laughing.

“Why were you running?” Zayn asks as he taps on his mic, hearing the echo boom into the arena.

“I was chatting with the girls.” He says, seeming rather proud.

“But why run?” He questions further.

“They were talking to Niall here, and he didn’t want to share the bloody phone, so I took it and ran.” He explains as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Hey, you didn’t even ask for it.” I say, dropping him and letting him land on his arse. He landed with a thud, and a pile of groans.

“Really Niall? That hurt.” He says getting up and rubbing his behind with a pouty face.

“You deserve it.” I tell him shrugging. We get into our positions for the opening song.

-3 hours later-

Amber’s POV

We arrived at the arena, only to find the long line forming outside the gates. It is approximately one hour before show time, and the gates are slowly opening. Many of the girls dressed in their One Direction t-shirts, faces paints, and posters in hand. I look down at myself with my straightened hair with a grey beanie on my head, the light blue One Direction t-shirt that Harry got me, black high waist shorts with the shirt tucked in, and my black vans. I didn’t paint my face, as I didn’t want to make a poster. It will get ruined by the end of the night. Chasity had a red and black One Direction shirt, denim shorts, and converse.

The adrenaline is pulsing through my veins as we arrived in the parking lot in the back. The excitement was building up so rapidly I felt like I was going to pass out. It felt like I was just another lucky Directioner that is going to their concert, even though I am. Sort of. Only because we were immediately spotted as we got out of Chasity’s car.

Fans started to scream from their place in the sidewalk, and some got out to follow us. We started to run, unsure of where to go. I placed one hand on my head to hold my beanie in place and the other to pull out my phone. Scrolling down my contacts list until I find Harry’s number, I hit call. I pressed my phone to my ear, my breathing heard on the line, before a familiar British accent played through.

“Hi its Harry, sorry I can’t get to the phone, but please leave a message and I will—” I cut the voicemail off by hanging up, and dialing again and again. By now we were cornered against the gate wall and the fans would be here any second now.

“Amber?” He asks, answering it on the third call.

“Harry…” I say, out of breath, Chasity trying to tell the girls to back away and give us space.

“Amber, are you running?” I could barely hear him over the screams of fans crowding us.

“Was… Harry, where was the door, you were talking about? We’re surrounded by fans.” I yell into the phone as loud as I could without losing my voice. I shouldn’t have said his name as the screams increased, piercing my ear drums, and the proximity of the space we had was closing much quicker, making me feel a little bit claustrophobic.

“Oh fuck. God damn it, okay, uh, hang tight we’ll be right there.” He says before hanging up. I didn’t even tell him where I was? Well, then again he can just find the increasingly large crowd. A few girls came up to us and started taking pictures of and with us. After we took a few of them, the screams increased dramatically, as a hole was forming through the crowd in the back.

Eventually Paul, and a few more men came to our rescue, guiding us through the crowd. Paul was in the front, Chasity and I follow after, the other security men behind us in the back. We made it to a door that we had ran past, and made it safely inside. The rest of the guys were on the other side of the door, greeting us with open arms. I greeted Louis first since he was the closest. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, as I let the adrenaline from running cool down. He tried to turn in my hold but failed. He had to pry my arms off of him slightly so he could turn.

“Bambi, you can let go now.” He whispered in my ear. I let my arms go limp slightly, enough to free Louis from my grip, giving him a faint sorry. He smiled and nodded before giving me a proper hug. I mimicked his actions, as he picked me up and spun me around in place, causing me to squeal.

“Louis…” I hear Liam say, in whichever direction he is in, I couldn’t tell since I’m still spinning. I was finally placed on my feet, I didn’t notice until now how only Louis, Liam, and Niall were looking dressed up, and Harry and Zayn wasn’t in sight.

“Where are the others?” I ask Louis.

“They are getting ready. Are you ladies alright?” Liam asks us worriedly.

“Oh, alright then, and yeah, I’m alright. Chasity?” I ask, turning to see Chasity and Niall poking at Chasity’s stomach, pointing at himself.

“Guys, look at their shirts!” Niall exclaims as he continues to poke, earning multiple giggles from Chasity. Louis holds me at arms-length, looking at my stomach as well, to the picture of them. He smiles.

“Awe, I remember this shoot. We wouldn’t ever stay still. Liam, you were beyond pissed.” Louis jokes as he pokes Liam’s head on the shirt repeatedly, causing me to squirm back slightly.

“Tommo, t-that tickles, q-quit it.” I laugh.

“Does it now?” He says slowly, curling his fingers in front of his face, slowly making it towards me. I squeal as he shoots his arms out and I retreat to hide behind Liam.

“Stop it Louis.” Liam says chuckling. “You can do this after the show. You know what Lou said.” He said to him, pointing at his head.

“Lou?” I question. Louis was about to say something but then I remembered who she was. “Oh wait! No, I know, I know. The hair stylist. Duh.” I say, giving myself a light face palm. They all chuckled at my foolishness.

“Let’s go greet her, shall we? I know she is dying to meet you.” My puzzled face was apparently amusing to him as he began to chuckle.

“She is?” I ask, trying to stop him from laughing.

“Yes, she is. Apparently Niall,” He gestures his head to him who was still poking at her shirt, mimicking Liam, “Has told her about you two, so she wants to meet you guys ASAP!” He says excited. We hear a few continuous vibrations from Louis’ phone, as he pulls it out. He throws his head back after reading the incoming texts. “Also, Harry is impatiently waiting for you.” Louis says less enthusiastic, holding out his arm. I smile widely at his sudden mood change but link my arm into his anyways.

He takes a step forward, not walking, but skipping. It took me a few steps to be in sync with him as he led the way, both of us skipping down the halls. We make a couple turns, before stopping in front of the door that labels “Hair, Dress, and Makeup” in the center on a piece of loose leaf paper, underneath is labeled “One Direction” in the usual font, all in black.

“Here we are, Bambi and Chase.” Louis says, skipping in place so he could open the door. I stopped skipping and he takes notice by not opening the door. “Why you stop? You just gonna leave me doing it on my own?” He asks, pouting.

“Thought we didn’t need to.” I shrugged, smiling still.

“Nonsense. Come on, skip in place with meee!” He whines, tugging at my arm. I laugh and do as he says joining him in his skippy mood. He smiles and opens the door, pulling me behind him as we both skip inside with the other trailing behind, either finding a spot to sit or getting ready to be done next.

The room was large, racks after racks of clothing on one side of the room, kits of makeup, suitcases, and hair products on the other and scattered around the place. Couches occupied the center of the room and a few yards from the door sat Zayn in a chair, a brush going through his hair by Lou herself. She looks at Louis and I, skipping around the room laughing as Louis gave me the tour of the room. Once we got back to the couches, we stopped and I felt a little out of breath.

“Hello, I’m Lou.” Lou greets Chasity and me from her spot. We both wave.

“Amber, it’s really nice to meet you.” I say politely.

“Chasity, a pleasure!” Chasity says just as politely.

“Oh come here, I don’t bite.” She says as she puts the brush down and picks up a can of hairspray and shields Zayn’s eyes, before she sprays the front of his quiff. She sets the can down and pats his shoulder.

“All done, love.” She says to him as he gets up.

“Thank you, Lou.” He thanks her before walking up to me and giving me and Chasity a quick hug as his greeting. Chasity and I then walk to Lou with open arms, receiving a hug from her each as well.

“I haven’t heard much of you, at all until earlier today and might I say you both seem lovely. You got your cute shirts on! Are you excited for the concert?” She asks us as she pulls away from Chasity’s hug. We both nod with smiles, but I probably nodded my head quicker than Chasity.

“I’m going to take a guess and say this is your first concert?” She asks me with amusement. I can’t help but blush… Was the nodding making it that obvious?

“Yeah. Ever, actually.” I tell her, as the door opens and in comes none other than Harry, shirtless and in a pair of sweats that were hung dangerously low on his hips. His eyes were glued to his phone in his hands, typing away nonstop. I quickly averted my eyes to look elsewhere, only to look at my shoes.

“Lou, have you heard anything from—” But cuts himself as he looks up and takes in my appearance before letting out a long sigh, covering it up with his smile.

“For goodness sake, Harold. At least pull up your joggers up a bit.” Lou scolds him as she comes behind me and shields my eyes with her hands.

“It’s alright, Lou. I know she likes the view. She likes to stare.” He says lowly by the end of his sentence. Even though I can’t see him, I know he is smirking. I feel my face heat up, not sure whether it’s from embarrassment, or that it’s true… Wait what did I just say? “See? She’s blushing because she knows it’s true.” He says cheery.

“Harry.” Niall states. A giggle is heard from Chasity as well, guessing Niall isn’t pleased either, but knowing Niall he is meaning it in a joking matter.

“Its not.” I tell him. I hear his footsteps travel to the other part of the room, wondering if it’s safe for me to see again.

“She can look, Lou.” Harry sighs.

“Not taking the chance, Harry. Just finish up getting dressed. I need to do your hair.” She says, squeezing my face a little tighter but not actually inflicting any pain.

“Thank you, Lou.” I sigh.

“No need to thank, love. I’m used to Harry’s cheeky ways, but I feel like it’s a bit early for your innocence to be ruined so easily.” She whispers in my ear as the sound of a zipper sounds off before footsteps move towards me.

“She can look now… It’s fine.” Harry says softly as I feel Lou’s hands being pried off of my face, then Harry’s cheeky smile comes into view. I look down helplessly and see that he is in his black shoes, black skinny jeans, and a black shirt that have white buttons in his hand that’s now by his side.

“Are you alright, Amber?” He asks me quietly, pulling my chin up with his index finger and thumb, with a serious face. I don't respond so he starts to smirk. My face begins to heat up again. Thanks a lot, Harry…

“Yeah. I’m alright. Thanks for sending help.” I thank him. He looks between my eyes for a couple seconds, his piercing green eyes staring right at my dull brown ones that just makes me feel weak at the knees. He nods slightly before opening his arms out to their full length.

“I still haven’t gotten my hug yet. I know the others did.” He says, exposing his dimples. I shake my head in amusement before doing what he wanted. I wrapped my arms around his torso, immediately feeling his arms close me into him tightly. I rest my head on his chest, turning it to the side so I only see Lou smiling at us. After a couple seconds, I try to back away from the hug, but was still held tightly against him.

“Harry…” I tried to say as clearly as possible as his grip on me slowly begins to tighten.

“Hmm?” He hums in response, feeling his chest vibrate against me, sending chills down my spine.

“You can let go, now.” He only hums again. Pulling back but with no avail, I huff and give a pleading look to one of the few people in the room, hoping one of them would help me out.

“Alright boo bear, we gotta get ready. Let go of poor Bambi and let’s go. You’re next, anyways.” Louis says from behind us. I feel Louis’ hands pry off Harry’s arms slightly before Harry finally releases me.

“Sorry, hun. Harry’s a hugger whenever he’s in a good mood.” Lou explains to me, draping one arm on my shoulders, and using the other to signal Harry into the chair in front of her. He buttons up his flannel before taking a seat without a word and begins to stare at me through the mirror. If this was to be the last show, why is he so happy?

Notes

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