Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

// Niall

"Ooh, I just wanna show you off to all of my friends, making them drool down their-"

"No, Niall you gotta move to the centre during your solo. And Zayn, take a few steps back and do a turn or something then, okay?" The choreographer corrected our acts. "And Lou stop poking Harry."

"Lou, can you please be serious for once! The show's this weekend. We barely got like, 5 days in hand! Pity me and pay some attention, please!" She almost yelled at Louis, seeing him getting distracted for God knows how many times. Emma seemed like she would practically have a heartattack anytime, out of concern over the show this weekend.

"Guys, I beg you, just do it right for once," She weakly voiced, anxiety spurting out of her tone.

"We're sorry Emma, let's do it one more time." Liam apologized for our lack of seriousness, shooting a quick glare at Louis to stop annoying her. And of course Lou shrugged it off and did this uncanny dance, shaking his bum. This boy just never gets serious.

"Alright, let's go again." Emma ordered and the music started playing.

After two hours of practice, a hell lot of hardwork from our choreographers and vocal coaches and to their relief some real dedication from all five of us, we finally managed to convince them to call it a day.

"....yeah, meet at 7," I heard overheard the mere ending of a petite unanimated conversation between Louis and Zayn.

"Club tonight; you don't wanna come, I know," A pat was placed against my shoulder, before Louis made his way past me towards the exit. His assumption about my disconsent to accompany them tonight, without me not having spoken a single word about it, didn't really have me surprised, considering my behaviour over the span of the last six months. It was only justified for him to presume so.

"I'll come." I called out to him.

He paused in his position for a few seconds, trying to make the act look unnecessarily dramatic,before turning round to face me again.

"You what?" He furrowed his eyebrows, in what looked like confusion and astonishment.

"I said I'll come, tonight, to the club." I assured.

He took a few steps forward and ogled my face thoroughly, focus and fake seriousness lining his features. "Who are you?" He asked, holding my chin solemnly.

"Cut out the drama Tommo!" I slapped his hand off.

"Hey guys, the sun's finally risen in the West, Niall's coming with us tonight," He informed the remaining three, seeming more excited than shocked now.