just one touch

Ten.

(this is it!!! the next chapter is going to change lots of things! if you enjoyed this, please take the minute to let me know, it'd be awesome to let me know what you liked. Catch up on my other fanfic Meeting One Direction.)

Previously:

I get into my car and hear One Direction on the radio. They overplay Night Changes too much.

Etta:

Wednesday rolls around and I'm becoming a nervous wreck. I've tried on everything I own to find the perfect combination for the concert. My stomach is rumbling like before the drop on a rollercoaster. I've tried my skater dress with some jelly heels to jeans and a loose tank. I've got nothing.

Niall:

One more day until the concert. Every city is different during concerts, strange to think right? I tune back into the news on the telly and hear what I've already heard a thousand times before.

"In other news, teen heartthrobs One Direction will be performing at the BOK Center tomorrow evening. Tickets were sold out in just under one day. Be prepared, as I can imagine there is going to be quite a bit of action." the reporter says. I get the feeling something is going to happen but I shake the thought because that's ridiculous.

Etta:

Eddie, dinner is ready!" James calls. Ugh. I have more important things to do then eat at the moment. "Coming!" I throw all my clothes from my dresser onto my bed and head towards the kitchen. "David sits by me ok?" James announces. I nod and help dad bring out some food, waiting for David to come.

I hear the doorbell ring and am en route to the door when Andrea opens it. "Hi David," she purrs. She extends the door and David's head pops through. "Not late am I?" I nod my head no and grab his hand. I pull him towards my room and shut the door.

"She is driving me mad! All she ever does is yell at me and then acts like everything is okay! Doesn't she-" David's lips are suddenly on me and I freeze. I open my eyes and see his are wide open. He slowly closes them, then pulls back. He leans his forehead against mine and I hear his faint breathe.

His jaw is strained as he moves away. He gently moves me out of the way and strides out the door. I'm left bewildered and don't know what to do. I shiver and shut the my door, returning to the kitchen.

Niall:

"Alright boys c'mon, haven't got all day." Paul yells. As we begin the lines of Steal My Girl for the fifth time, I hear Zayn arguing on the phone. "Perrie, I'm a bit busy. Can't you hear? Bloody hell I know, but I'm not even in the same country!" Zayn barks. "I'm gonna go, call you later love." he locks his phone and shoves it in his pocket.

"Let's start from the top and then you'll sing Little Things. Your last song is going to be Night Changes. I've heard that Americans love that one." We continue practicing for the next hour and a half, then call it a day.

We check back into our hotel, teenage girls in mass amounts everywhere with flashes popping up every second. We make it inside, all of us doing inventory checks on what the fans could have swiped. With nothing taken, we approach the elevator and listen to the bland music, Harry leaning against me. It's a bit weird because he's taller than me.

"Good practice before the show mates. You're absolute bollocks." Paul declares. We give him tired smiles because that's all we can muster.

I crash into the bed as soon as I see it, enjoying that feeling of a tired body crashing on a comfy bed. Harry lies down next to me and curls near me. "Scoot over Harry, you're hogging my side." I push him over and he lets out some weird growl thing.

I burrow under the blankets and try to sleep. An hour later I'm still not asleep. I slip out of the bed as quietly as I can. I open the fridge and pull out a beer and walk out the front door. I find an exit door that says rooftop. I cross my fingers and hope an alarm doesn't sound.

Nothing happens so I push through and walk up a flight of stairs. I heave open the last door and am greeted by the sound of rushing cars, city lights, the darkening twilight and the cries of girls below.

Etta:

Dinner is awkward for me thanks to David. Andrea makes conversation with him throughout the whole meal, sending a flirtatious smile his way or a brief smack on the arm for being silly. I peer up at dad to see if he notices anything. Instead, he's smiling at something James just said.

Throughout the whole meal, David doesn't look at me. I can't help but keep peeking at him every few minutes, hoping he'll give me a smile and that things will be explained. Once dinner is cleared, I grab him and drag him to Andrea's office. "What was that?" I question.

"Etta I like you. I like you a lot. I got tired of waiting so I did something, like I'm about to do now." he murmurs. He leans in towards me, pausing before he reaches my lips. I look into his eyes and see he's waiting for my confirmation. I nod slowly, still confused, and he lowers his lips.