I told you their story wasn't over.
The couples consisting of Niall and Lyndsey, Harry and Sara, and Liam and Jiselle are all married. Their lives are changing from when their stories first began. They must learn how to operate as one within their...
In Los Angeles, California, I stood on the stage of the Walt Disney Concert Hall. I was performing in front of a packed house tonight, but I wasn't complaining because my girls were backstage. It was great to be back on stage, and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my wonderful fans. I stood up with the microphone in my hand when I finished singing, Nice to Meet Ya. As yells and chanting from my many supporters resonated throughout the arena, I grinned and gazed out at the crowd.
I began by saying, "Thank you so much for being here tonight." If it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't be here tonight."
My admirers screamed even louder, prompting a smile on my face. I took a few steps forward before coming to a halt in the middle of the stage.
"There's someone else to whom I owe a great deal," I continued. "How many of you are familiar with my wife?"
When I announced my wife, the arena erupted in screams.
"As many of you may not know, today is our anniversary, and instead of taking her out for a romantic evening, she insisted that I play for all of you tonight," I explained myself. "Which is why I would love for you to help me out with this small favor."
As the crowd screamed, "Tell us!" I lowered my microphone and listened.
I announced, "Please welcome my lovely wife up onto the stage so that I may serenade her."
The crowd cheered for a brief second before chanting Lyndsey's name. It took a couple of minutes before my wife walked out onto the stage, holding our daughter in her arms while she wore ear covers.
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When I saw the two of them, I smiled. Lyndsey was seated in a chair brought out by one of my stagehands. My band started playing, and I began singing my song, Dear Patience, by raising the microphone to my mouth.
When the song concluded, I quickly announced that I would be taking a break before returning to the stage for the second part of the show. As the lights dimmed, I escorted Lyndsey off the stage.
Backstage, we shared a lovely kiss, and I muttered, "I love you."
Lyndsey said, "I love you too."
Lacey cut us off in the middle of our conversation by laughing in the cutest way possible. Before gazing across at Lyndsey, I kissed the side of my daughter's cheek. I said, "Only two songs left." "Good," Lyndsey chuckled, "because I'm ready to go home." "I'm ready, too," I intimated, "but I hope you ain't tired since you and I have a late night." "Niall, not in front of Lacey!" Lyndsey exclaimed, blushing. I gave Lyndsey a cheeky look before kissing her on the cheek and sprinting back onto the stage before she could retort.
