Summer Love (a Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Summer Love - Chpt. 17

{All the tour managers and tour people are made up, completely rAnDoM}

*** Niall's POV ***

I can't get Jessie out of my head. He voice is playing on shuffle in my mind, making me drift off even in the most awkward situations. I know that Jessie will be over me. She's that sort of girl. She's strong and stands up for her rights. That's why I love her. Her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her personality. There will always be a part of me that will be missing, if Jessie and I drift apart. I just want to hold her close. Feel her warmth.

"Niall? Niall? I asked you a question." Paige says, snapping her red painted finger nails in my face, waking me up from my daydream about Jessie.

"Sorry Paige." I say, coming back to reality.

Zayn punches me in the arm, fully waking me up. Paige rolls her eyes and asks me the question again, playing with her clicky pen.

"Do you want to play guitar for 'Summer Love' or should we get someone in for you?" She asks. This question is easy. No worries.

"Yeah I'll play." I say, rubbing my arm from where Zayn punched it.

All the boys are on the stage, looking at the thousands of empty seats surrounding the arena. We're in the centre. Throughout my whole life, I've always dreamt of feeling like this, and now it's a reality.

We've all just woken up, including Paige, our tour manager. All the boys hair is messy and all over the place, but for some reason, Paige's hair is perfectly tied back into her usual tight pony tail with side fringe. She has auburn hair and very dark eyes. Her skin is quite pail, but not freaky or anything. She has freckles on her cheeks and wears bright red lipstick always.

"Go have breakfast and take showers boys, you all smell sweaty and disgusting." Paige tells us in her posh English accent, turning away and strutting off to eat her breakfast.

"Do we really smell that bad?" Harry asks, sniffing under his arm pit. I chuckle, and smell mine too.

"I think so." I answer back, running my fingers through my hair so it stands up normally. We all walk in the same direction as Paige, and just catch a glimpse of her stepping through a door to the canteen, wearing her usual abnormally tight black knee high skirt, black blazer and white frilly blouse underneath. You can tell when Paige is around, because you can hear her little black pointy high heels clacking on the floor.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Liam says, walking towards the security guards which are surrounding the arena.

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I've just finished having my shower, and the rest of the boys are crowding in our hotel suite here in Australia. We hop into our normal clothes and chill on the bed until Paige or Lauren call us somewhere. Lauren is our other tour manager, and is like a clone of Paige. Same strict personality, same tight fitting clothes and same level of tolerance. Low.

"Boys come down with me." Lauren says, stepping into our room, where Harry is still throwing on a shirt. She doesn't seem to care about Harry being shirtless. She just stares at him and then looks at her iPad which she is always carrying around. She pushes a strand of her black straight hair behind her ear.

"Move it." She speaks again, turning and walking away.

As I've been on tour, nothing has felt complete. I mean, music fills me up but there's one other thing that would top it off. And I know that thing is Jessie. Her beautiful smile, memorizing eyes, flowing hair and brilliant personality. But I know that my chances of ever being in a relationship with her are not even there. I ruined them back in New York. I wish I could rewind time, and take her back. I want to be able to call her mine, and kiss her whenever I feel like it. But I know she's probably moved on. I know I haven't though.