Diana

Seven
Diana’s P.O.V.
I waited backstage until Niall called me out at the concert that night. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was wearing one of the outfits I'd bought with Ellie. As soon as I stepped out on stage the crowd cheered. I'd been especially nervous about their first reaction to me, but now that was gone. I blushed when I saw Niall coming towards me. He took my hand and led me to the other lads then put his arm around me. It was strong and made me feel warm and safe. He told the fans about me and told them that I needed a name. The crowd cheered again. Niall put his hands over my ears. It didn't do much to block to noise, but his face was so funny! I started laughing. He looked concerned and just really cute. He took his hands off my ears and addressed the fans, "We want you to name her! So, start chanting names! Whichever one is the loudest we'll use if she likes it!" The butterflies in my stomach went crazy along with the fans. For one awful moment I heard "Darcy" being chanted. That was one of the names Niall had warned me about. He said Harry would want to name me that. That's why we were letting the fans do it. Then one name started getting loader than the others. "Diana" Soon the whole place was chanting it. Niall turned to see me. I was smiling uncontrollably. Diana. My name was Diana. I stood on tip toe to speak into Niall's ear so he could hear me. "Like your song," I said, "I like it." Niall faced me, "Then Diana it is." He didn't say it into his mic, but just to me. His eyes were brilliant blue. He started to lean in. I panicked for a moment. Did I like him more than just a friend? His lips touched mine. They were soft and warm. It felt right. Yes, I liked him more than a friend. I heard thousands of Directioners scream and cheer. I deepened the kiss, just a bit, then pulled back to look into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes. But just above him Louis was making bunny ears with his hands on Niall. I started giggling. It took Niall a moment to realize why I was laughing. But as soon as he did, he started laughing too. Over our laughs the fans got over their shock and started chanting what sounded like "Diana" again. But I realized it was "Niana" which could only be their ship for Niall and me. I heard Niall behind me, "Then it's officially official that we're officially an official couple...?" He said it like it was a question. I didn't see why though, it was obvious we were officially an offic-, officially official an official cou-, never mind. We were obviously a couple. Any shyness I'd felt that morning was gone, "It's not necessarily necessary to necessarily be officially an officially official couple. But I like it." Niall looked confused for a second then laughed and kissed my forehead. I had too much adrenalin to go sit backstage so I stayed out with the lads. The fans seemed really excited when I even looked at them, so after a little while I talked security into letting we wonder through the crowd. I took about two billion selfies and chatted with as many fans as I could. At one point I saw Niall put down his handheld mic and start using a different one so he could play guitar. When he wasn't looking, I snatched the mic and hid in the fans. I didn't know what to say so I asked a group of fans. "Embarrassing stuff about Niall!" one of them squealed. I didn't have a lot of dirt on Niall but I tried to remember anything I could about that morning that might embarrass him. "Niall sleeps in a One Direction onesie!" I called after they'd finished one of their songs. "He falls out of bed!" Now I was on a roll. "He-" but Niall cut me off, "Oi! Come here, Diana." I couldn't help smiling at the way my new name sounded when he said it. “Come get me!” Security would never let him come into the crowd. I handed the mic to a fan and told to her pass it on. Then I started my way through the fans, taking as many selfies with them as possible. “Gotcha!” Niall called, pointing at me. I reluctantly returned to the stage. Niall looked at me, dead serious, “That was dangerous.” Why was he so freakin’ cute when he was serious?! But he was right. Only now I realized how badly that could have turned out. What if the fans had hated me and tried to hurt me? But I couldn’t let Niall worry or ruin his good mood. “They’d never hurt me. They know I’m just another fan who happens to be insanely lucky!” I faked what I hoped was a carefree laugh and scurried over to Harry so Niall wouldn’t see my face after that lie.

After the concert we were able to go to a hotel for the night. Niall was really uneasy whenever we went past large groups of fans on the way there. When we got to the hotel we split into two rooms, Niall, Louis, and I in one, and the rest of the lads, Liam, Zayn, and Harry, in the other. In our room there were two bedrooms each with one bed. Niall claimed he liked the floor and wouldn’t let me switch with him. So he slept on the floor in my room because he claimed Louis snored. We stayed up for a while just sitting and talking. We made me a twitter and about 30 seconds after Niall followed me, I had over 300 followers! After that we made an Instagram and posted a few funny selfies. Then my stomach decided to do a bear impression even though I wasn’t that hungry. Niall made me to go to the kitchen and get some food. I was surprised to find the kitchen fully stocked. “What did you think?” Niall asked me, “There was going to be no food? The tour managers know me better than that.” I laughed and grabbed a bagel. The only knives were butter knives so I used one to cut it. I took my eyes off the bagel I was cutting in my hand to see Niall checking the fridge. “Anything good in there?” I asked. The knife slipped through a part of the bagel I’d already cut and into my palm. I inhaled sharply and dropped the knife. Niall spun around, looking concerned. Luckily, because it was only a butter knife, it didn’t do much damage. It was only a little deeper than a scrape. But it hurt like crazy! I pulled my hand to my chest instinctively. “Let me see it.” Niall’s voice was deep and reassuring, but also commanding. I held my hand out to him. He gently took it and, with his thumb, wiped away the small amount of blood that was pooling. “It’s not so bad!” he assured me and kissed it. When he brought his head back up he looked even more concerned though. But there was something else too. Was he scared? “You cut?” He asked. What did he mean? I was obviously cut. I’d just stabbed myself with a knife! “Duh…” I said showing him the wound he’d just kissed. “No,” He pointed at my wrist and lower arm. I followed his hand. There were some scratches and a few fine white scars. I’d noticed the scratches while shopping with Ellie but had thought they’d come from trying on scratchy clothes and thought nothing of it. There were some on my stomach too. But I hadn’t realized how deep they were or noted the scars. “I don’t know… I guess so… I don’t remember doing it.” I mumbled. Niall wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace. “Don’t ever cut again,” He whispered in my ear, “I don’t know why you did it before. You probably don’t ether. But don’t do it again.” He voice cracked. “I won’t, Niall.” I said back and pressed my face into his shoulder. The door to the room opened quietly and someone came in. My first thought was that it was a fan sneaking in. But Liam appeared, “Oh, sorry. I thought you’d be asleep. I wanted a word with Niall” He said pointedly. “What’s up?” Niall asked. Liam looked really awkward, “Uh, could we go to the hall?” Niall glanced at me. I nodded. “Okay…” Niall squeezed my hand then followed Liam out the door.

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