Running Into Destiny (Niall Horan)

Chapter 7: Bowling anyone?

Natalie 

The boys continued to play phenomenally up on stage. My heart melted when they sang my favorite song, 'Little Things.' I couldn't help but watch Niall strum the chords that I had memorized on his guitar. When Niall sang his solo I noticed a change in his voice. New emotions were being poured into the song, making his performance that much better. When I noticed that he was looking at me, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I looked down as the song ended, the warmth of a deep blush fluttering through my cheeks.

I wasn't sad when the concert ended an hour later. The boys had told me that they wanted to hang out afterwards. So as I waited for Niall to text me, I watched the crowd dissipate through the multiple exits. I received a few glares when people noticed I wasn't leaving right away. I didn't think much of it, I mean they didn't know who I was. Besides what could they really do to me? About two-thirds of the crowd had left when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

xNiall: Come backstage! Paul will let you in :)

Me: Okay! Be there soon

I looked around the left side of the arena, searching for the door Paul had brought me through earlier. Once I spotted Paul, I knew that was the door I was looking for. I began sprinting through the remaining crowd towards Paul. He quickly sidestepped as I hastily approached the entrance.

"Hi Paul, bye Paul!" I called as I blasted past him.

I slowed down a little when I saw Niall and Harry standing outside their dressing room door. They turned their heads when they heard my high heeled boots hitting the tile beneath my feet. My paced lessened to a walk as I reached where they were waiting.

"I honestly don't understand how girls can walk in those death traps, let alone run in them," Harry commented.

"We don't know either, they hurt like hell." I stood there with my hands on my hips trying to catch my breath. "I only wear them so I don't look extremely short."

"You are really short, aren't you?" Harry jabbed, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry not everyone can be six feet tall like you, Mr. Styles," I said playfully hitting him on the arm. His eyes widened and he jumped behind Niall's back.

"Don't hurt me!" he nearly screamed. Niall and I burst out laughing.

"What's so funny? Why did Hazza scream?" Louis demanded from behind the closed door. As I explained what just happened, laughter erupted from the dressing room. Harry stood in place, arms crossed over his chest, pouting.

"It's not funny! I didn't want to get my bum kicked like that girl did when she tried to attack Natalie," he fumed.

"I would never hurt you Harry," I said smiling at him. A small smile appeared on his lips, showing off his cute little dimples.

The dressing room door flew open, causing me to jump in surprise. My hand flew up to my heart, which was now pounding vigorously in my chest. I heard Harry chuckle beside me. I shot him a glare and his cheeky grin fell from his face instantly. A sly smirk played on my lips, I looked up at him again and he stuck his tongue out at me. Biting my lip, I tried to suppress my laughter. I inevitably failed and received a few looks from the other boys, which caused me to laugh even harder.

"Okay, what drugs have you been taking?" Louis asked his eyebrow cocked upwards.

"N-none, I p-promise," I said trying to control my laughter. The boys were still giving me strange looks.

"Okay then..." Liam said slowly.

"I would say that I'm sorry for being so funny but I'm not," Harry said to no one in particular.