The Keepers (Niall Horan FanFic)

Chapter 8-Three Rows Behind You

"MILEY, MILEY!"

I whip my head up and try to keep my bearings as I find myself being squished closer to celebrities from Carly Rae Jepson to Miley Cyrus, both of whom are being called to look at a thousand different cameras. Niall's right beside me, looking just as unsure as I am. I watch his eyes search the crowd, and I know what he's gonna say even before he opens his mouth.

"The lads should be around here somewhere.." he says, his sentance trailing off as he rises slightly on his heels, searching the face of each person. I can feel his body tense and realize that he's starting to panic.

Just then I hear five familiar voices from behind. Both me and Niall's heads whip around, searching for the boys. Niall spots them first and smiles; we step out of the whirl pool of celebrities and wait near a table of perfect chocolate-covered strawberries. Soon the boys emerge, politely pushing their way through the crowd of celebrities. I smirk as Zayn brushes up against Miley's bare back, unable to take his eyes off it. Bet you enjoyed that, pretty boy, I think.

"Blast it, Niall, are you off your trolley? We've got-oh, right, they took my watch-10 minutes to get backstage!" Barks Louis, storming over, the boys right behind him. I slighty narrow my eyes as I observe Harry breaking his neck to get a last glimpse of Victoria Justice's sky-high legs as she dissapears into the building.

"Would ya look at that arse.." He says, a low whistle escaping his lips. Zayn and Liam's heads follow, obviously just as far gone as he is. I resist the overwhelming urge to take one of my heels off and use Harry's face as a target. If I ever catch him looking at me like that, the boy band of five would be the boy band of four, plus a corpse.

Louis seems to finally have noticed my greeting gift to Niall; his eyes lock on the middle of Niall's chest and don't leave it for a good five seconds.

"Bloody hell, what is that? Are you completely mental? Do you want to get us fired? Lou's going to murder us in cold blood, I sw-" He stops mid-sentance, his eyes wandering from Niall's shirt to me, working his way up my body until his eyes meet mine. "Who the bloody hell are you?"

Louis' voice changes from a tone of scolding to a tone of I-don't-know-who-you-are-but-I-sure-want-to-know-now kind of curiosity, and I realize that all the boy's eyes are now trained on me. I smile warmly at Louis and try to make my eyes seem as big, round and innocent as possible as one can when trying not to think of what an effective weapon one shoe can serve as.

"Oh, Louis, boys, meet Willow," Niall says, grateful for the distraction. Smiling, I nod at Louis. "Harry, Liam, Zayn, this is Willow. Willow, boys. Boys, Willow," he says, nodding in each of our directions. "Pleased to meet you," I say, smiling and nodding at each of the boys. I notice Zayn's eyes don't leave mine, and I know immidietly it's not a matter of another pretty face. He doesn't trust you, a small voice whispers, and I know he'll be a tough nut to crack.

"Um. Hello, Willow. Don't you look..dashing," Louis says, looking me up and down. My smile is glued to my face. Suddenly, he shakes his head, as if remembering that he was trying to concentrate on something. "Right. Uh, Niall, I hate to pull you away from this enchanting creature-" His eyes flick towards me, "But we really do have to get you cleaned up. We go on in..for the love of Pete, will someone please hand me their phone..thank you, Zayn, you lovely guy..5 MINUTES!? Alright, boys, we've got to go. Willow, it really was lovely meeting you, I do hope I see you again, you've got a great bum, I'm sorry, didn't mean to say that, but point being, we've got to go," He says, turning.

"No, Louis, I'm taking her to her seat," Says Niall, waving off an approaching security guard quietly telling us to move along.

"Why don't I take her to her seat? You've got to get that..well, whatever it is off your shirt," says Harry from behind.

"Don't be stupid, Harry, I'll take her, I'm older, and more experienced in public places-" Liam.

"Oh come off it, it's a bit obvious I'm a tad bit better at this sort of thing than you are-"

"OI! No one's taking her to her seat besides Niall!" Louis says, his voice echoing off the walls of the building we've just entered. Another security gaurd points us in the right direction, though we barely need it. The screams of thousand of adoring children are as good a guide as anything.

We arrive at a fancy-looking door that has our seating section painted over it in crude letters. "Willow, where are you sitting?" Louis asks me, holding out his ticket to the woman by the door.

"Three rows behind you, I think," I say, examining my own ticket. "Perfect. No need for anyone to walk her anywhere. Niall, you can walk her to her seat, and then come back here to change your shirt." Louis says, smiling. "Hurry, though, we've only got 3 minutes. And you three-" He says, pointing to the rest of the boys, "Wait right here. No need for 8 pairs of legs to escort two to a seat."

Niall smiles at Louis and hands the woman our tickets. "3 minutes." He says, urging me gently through the door.

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