My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

I will get my majestic llamas to sit on you.

I will get my majestic llamas to sit on you.

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Niall's P.O.V.

"Hey, guys!" Liam shouted. "How are we all tonight?"

The crowd answered with deafening screams. We had just opened with What Makes you Beautiful.

"I just wanted to thank all of you beautiful people out there, for coming out to see us tonight! We have the greatest fans ever, and none of this would be possible without you!" I said. The crowd's screams grew even louder.

"Well, my lovelies. We have only just opened, but due to popular demand, we are going to answer some questions from Twitter!" Louis said excitedly.

"So, question one..." Harry began. "Could you please prance around the stage like magical monkeys?" The audience burst out laughing.

"I wonder who that was from?" I pondered, sarcastically.

A few guesses were yelled from the first few rows of fans before Liam confirmed, "Yes, guys, it was Jasmine."

"As you wish, Jaz." Louis said. He began prancing around the stage, much like a magical monkey would. Soon, we all joined in.

After we had finished successfully mortifying ourselves – as usual – I caught my breath and said, "How about, as revenge, we bring Jasmine and Liliana on stage?!" I waited a few seconds before realising the girls were not going to come quietly. Harry and I exchanged looks and made our way backstage. I grabbed Liliana and flung her over my shoulder.

"Niall James Horan, put me down you potato!" Liliana screeched, her voice catching in my microphone, causing the audience to erupt into laughter. Harry did the same to Jasmine but received a more creative response.

"Harry, put me down this instant, or I will get my majestic llamas to sit on you!" Jasmine yelled, as we began to walk back to the main stage.

"Niall, when you put me down, I am going to mess you up." Liliana told me.

"What's the worst you can do?" I teased.

"I would keep any sharp objects out of my reach, for a start." She told me.

"I'll just make sure they're on a tall shelf." I joked. She's barely pushing five foot. I could see that Harry was struggling to keep Jasmine on his shoulder, out the corner of my eye – she was wriggling around more than a worm.

"Right, lads, drop 'em." Louis said. I carefully placed Liliana on the ground, hoping that she wouldn't attack me. Harry loosened his grip on Jasmine, but as she was still struggling, she fell to the ground. The crowd gasped, while we all sighed.

"Not again." Zayn groaned.

"Jaz, are you alright?" Harry asked, as he helped her sit up.

"Ouch." She groaned as she clutched her head.

"Can somebody grab her a drink, please?" Liam called backstage. A man dressed in black promptly passed him a bottle of coca cola. Liam then threw the bottle to Harry, who unscrewed the top and passed it to Jasmine.

"Ooh, cola!" she exclaimed, as she jumped up.

"She's obviously fine now." Liam told everyone. The audience cheered.

"Well, guys, we do have another surprise for you!" Louis exclaimed. "Jasmine and Liliana are going to perform with us on this next song!"

"They are?!" Liliana asked in disbelief.

"Nuh-uh!" Jasmine argued.

"Come on." I told Jasmine, signalling for her to follow me backstage.

"Must we?" she whined.

"You must." I replied. I picked up two acoustic guitars and handed one of them to her. "We're playing I'm Yours."

We walked back on to the stage and log benches and a fake campfire had been set up. Liliana was fiddling with her microphone and Jasmine tugged on her headset. The lights dimmed as a que to begin.

"A 1, 2, a 1, 2, 3, 4..." I counted.

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