Diana

Four
Niall's P.O.V.
There wasn't much time for anything that morning. It was just a rush to get ready for everything. The interview was all questions we'd been asked before. But I still enjoyed it. In a flash, most of the day was gone. Just that night's concert was left. "Hey," I spoke to the girl, "Do you wanna come to the gig?" She glanced up from her book. "Sure," she grinned. "What book is that?" I asked trying to read the cover. "It's Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Harry gave it to me. Styles- Not Potter." She looked troubled for some reason. "Is something wrong with it?" I sat down next to her. "No... I feel like I've read it before though. But I don't know what happens." "Well isn't that good? Now you can read it without knowing what's going to happen." "I guess so," She smiled. I said, "I keep feeling like I've forgotten your name, But we don't have a name for you. What should we call you?" After a pause she said, "Why don't you boys come up with some names and vote on them?" I chucked, "Harry would be calling you Darcy! And who knows what everyone else would come up with!" She giggled with me, "Then how can I get a name?" I thought for a moment. Who else did I hold as close to my heart as the lads? My family. But that just didn't seem quite right for this. "The fans!" I exclaimed. "We could ask them at tonight's concert what your name should be!" "That would be perfect!" she sounded excited too.
That night I called her out on stage. She looked really nervous. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a red plaid button down top, and red converse high tops. She and Eleanor had gone shopping during our interview.Her hair was in a messy bun. But she looked great to me! When the fans cheered she blushed. I took her hand and pulled her out to where the other lads were and put an arm around her. I told the fans what had happened to her and finished with, "And now, she needs a name!" The crowd got so loud right there; I covered the girl’s ears. She started laughing. In that moment I realized, I was in love with that laugh. I blushed and turned back to the crowd. "We want you to name her!" It got, if possible, even louder. "So, um... Start chanting names! Whichever one is the loudest we'll use if she likes it!" At first there were a lot of names being chanted. But slowly one got louder and louder until the entire stadium was chanting the same name. "Diana" I turned to look at the girl, Diana. A grin spread across her face. "Like your song," She stood on tip toe to say it into my ear. "I like it" I felt her grin even more against my ear. "Then Diana it is," I said, looking into her eyes. In that moment, I realized I wasn't just in love with her laugh, but her. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips to hers. The crowd went wild. But I didn't hear it. It was just Diana and I, alone. I wasn't sure how she would react. Actually, I didn't think it through at all. It was impulsive. But now I thought what if she didn't like me back? What if she wasn't ready? What if- But all my doubts were washed away when she kissed back. It was a short but amazing kiss. After it we looked at each other for a moment. Then she started giggling. I didn't see what was so funny until I turned around and saw Louis making bunny ears on me with his fingers. I laughed with her. Nothing could upset me. My high spirits got lifted even higher when the fans started chanting again. "Niana." It was I could only assume their ship name for us. "Then it's officially official that we're officially an official couple...?" I asked her. She laughed and nodded. "It's not necessarily necessary to necessarily be officially an officially official couple. But I like it." I laughed and kissed her forehead. She stayed on or around stage for the rest of the concert and chatted with fans. She took my handheld mic when I was playing guitar and, standing in the crowd so I couldn't see her, started telling everyone embarrassing stuff about me. "Niall sleeps in a One Direction onesie!" "He falls out of bed!" "He-" "Oi! Come here, Diana!" I called. "Come get me!" Then she must have handed to mic to a fan and told her to pass it to everyone. "I love you! You're my inspiration!" and "Marry me, Harry!" were a couple of fans' words ringing through the stadium as I looked for Diana from the stage. I didn't want to risk another Diana-like story by going into the crowd. I spotted her dodging through the front row. "Gotcha!" I called through my hands free mic and pointed at her. She let a fan take a selfie with her then clambered back on stage. "That was dangerous," I told her seriously. Only she could hear me. "They'd never hurt me," She waved me off, "They know I'm just another fan who happens to be insanely lucky!" I laughed and shook my head as she skipped over to Harry to pull one of his curls and watch it bounce back up like a spring. Harry seemed shocked "Anashia wanted me to do that for her!" She defensively said into Harry's mic and pointed into the crowd. The fans were going to love her!

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