Styles on Tour

"About Time"

Em's POV:

I walked out of Dublin airport carrying my holdall on one shoulder. I followed the signs for the taxi rank and walked over to one of them.

"Can you take me to Croke Park stadium please?" I asked as I bent down to speak to the driver through the window.

"Sure thing sweetheart, jump in," the driver replied. I chucked my bag into the boot before climbing in the back seat. "I think there's a concert going on there tonight. We were dropping loads of people off there earlier, all coming from the train station. You haven't got tickets have you love? I'm pretty sure it started at least an hour ago if not two, you'll be missing it," the driver said as he drove.

"No it's okay, I'm not there for the show," I reassured him.

"Ah, just trying to get a glimpse of the band afterwards?" The driver chuckled, looking at me in his rear view mirror. I smiled.

"Something like that." 

I looked out the window as Dublin flew past me, playing with my fingers nervously as we got closer and closer to the stadium. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to Niall. I had no plan. I had just booked myself onto the next flight that I could catch, packed a bag and drove all the way to London Heathrow. 

The taxi slowed and I saw the huge stadium up ahead. Even from here I could hear the screams and cheers. The taxi driver pulled up outside and I handed him the correct money. I pulled my holdall out of the boot and shouted a thank you before letting him drive off. I turned to the stadium. Now I was right up close I could hear Best Song Ever playing and everyone singing along. I smiled to myself at the sound, having missed it after hearing it so often over the summer. I took a deep breath and walked around towards the back of the stadium. Please say it's still Stan on the door, please please say it's still Stan. I bit my lip as I turned the corner and found the backstage entrance, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw the familiar security guard standing outside. He grinned when he saw me and I hurried over to him.

"Em! I wasn't expecting to see you here," he smiled. I chuckled nervously.

"I wasn't really expecting to be here," I admitted. As I spoke I heard a voice loud and clear, making me freeze in my tracks.

"Croke Park, you have been everything I wanted and more. I love you all so much, thank you and goodnight!" Niall shouted into his microphone as the concert clearly came to an end. I swallowed the lump in my throat that had appeared at the sound of his voice and turned back to Stan.

"They don't know I'm coming. Any chance I can get in?" I asked, silently begging. Stan, being the godsend that he was, sent me a grin and a wink before pushing open the back door and standing to one side to let me through.

"Go and get him," he said softly as I passed him. I turned to look at him in surprise but he was already closing the door again, whistling to himself. The door closed and I was left alone in a corridor. I slowly walked forward, having absolutely no idea where I was heading. The dressing room was always in a different place depending on the size and layout of the stadium, but I'd always been with the boys so it had never been a problem. 

I continued walking and just when it started to feel like I was going round in circles, I came across a better lit corridor lined with doors. I walked along reading the signs outside. Wardrobe, security, make-up, and finally One Direction. I stopped outside and listened to all the cheering and laughter coming from inside. It sounded busy and it was then that I realised that Niall's family must have come to watch. My nerves hit an all time high, never picturing that this was how I would meet his family. I can't do this, he's not even going to want to look at me and I don't know if I can bare that.