"Don't tell me what to do Niall" Harry yelled.
"Well i'll stop telling you what to do when you grow up, stop acting like a child having a tantrum!!" screamed Niall.
"OH, IM THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO GROW UP? HUH" roared Harry.
"If you carry on like this Styles i'll-"
"BOTH OF YOU ENOUGH" Arnold hollered, barging into their dressing room, interrupting Niall's threat.
The bickering boy's eyes widened at the managers raised voice.
"You have 13 minutes until showtime. Now please. Refrain. From. Killing. Each. other. And APOLOGISE for whatever SILLY little thing you're arguing about." the manager spat out.
The two boys looked at each other eyes glistening, whilst trying to keep their cool.
"NOW"
"sorry" mumbled Niall.
"yeh, sorry" Harry returned, smiling at each other whilst they did so.
"Okay, now that we all like each other again please get ready. You're on in 10 minutes. I expect no funny business." Arnold stated.
After making sure the manager had left and was out of ear shot, the two boys burst out in a fit of hysteria and fell to the floor.
"I can't... believe we... actually... got him to... react... like that!" Niall stuttered out whilst wiping tears.
"It... was everything... i expected but... more... satisfying! " Harry spluttered out.
Whilst the two once "bickering" boys were crying with laughter Louis and Liam waltzed into Harry and Niall's dressing room. Louis widened his eyes at the sight of them both of the floor crying and gasping for breath, he then quickly realised that they had achieved what they wanted all along.
"Great now i owe them £500" Liam hissed.
This just made the laughter even worst.
10 minutes later
"Okay since now we're all acquainted, should we start?" yelled Harry into his green banded microphone.
"YES!!!" the crowd screams back in a cacophony of sounds.
"Alrighty, what do you say Niall. Would you like to do the honours?" Louis screamed into his blue banded microphone.
"Of course, of course. I just wanted to make sure that the crowd absolutely wants us to start!" Niall shouts teasingly into his orange banded microphone.
"YES!!!" the audience cried back.
"Okay enough with the teasing Niall!! Let's get this show on the road!" Liam whispers into his red banded microphone.
(FLASH WARNING!)
"This song is called medicine" Harry says, immediately making the room fill with screams.
Niall strums his electric guitar filling the room with pleasant noise, Harry raises his mic to his lips in preparation for the opening of the song. The stage filling with smoke and drowning in flashing lights.
"Here to take my medicine, take my medicine. Treat you like a gentleman." Harry sings.
"Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline. I think i'm gonna stick with you." Louis follows.
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Signed, Rosalind
FanfictionI never expected to fall in love with a rockstar, especially when it is forbidden. No one must know about our love. No one can find out the true meaning of us and this band. And no one must tell my dad. Signed, Rosalind.
