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After a few months of song writing and recording and promotional tweeting (my management basically ordered me to create a Twitter account, okay?) I’m getting ready for my first concert ever.
You can’t even call it a concert; it’s actually a performance where I get to sing a few of my songs: Little Things, I Would, and What Makes You Beautiful. I have reached a few hundred followers on Twitter already and being the nice bloke that I am, I tweeted a couple lines from my songs. Some girls retweeted and favourited those, which still amaze me.
So back to the performance. Ed will be performing Little Things with me—the first song I will ever sing in front of an audience that is not from a local high school—and then the rest is up to me. I know what they do when singers perform. They take out their mobiles and cameras to take videos and upload them on YouTube. So if I mess up the tiniest bit, those mistakes will be immortalised until the end of time (or until the Apocalypse).
Ed has been giving me advice on live shows and (gulp) interviews. Speaking of, my manager has kindly booked a televised interview an hour after the said and dreaded concert.
Yay.
“Niall,” Louis complains, “you’re thinking out loud again.”
We’re sat in the living room sofa at my place. All of us—meaning us, Liam and Zayn, Harry, and Eleanor—are here for a night-in. Harry showed off his awesome cooking skills again and Zayn and Liam helped. Well, they flirted and kept asking each other to ‘pass’ ingredients. And just like out of the cheesy romantic movies, they sneak lingering kisses and eventually turning those kisses into snogging. Harry made disgusting faces behind their back and the rest of us laughed. The couple pulled back to glare at us but soon returned to each other.
After that and a nice dinner, we decided to curl up on the sofa and watch some sappy movies. Harry and Louis overruled us, which was why we are watching Love Actually.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“How many times have we watched this?” Zayn asked.
“Twenty times?” Liam answered, inching in to kissing Zayn’s lips.
“Try five bajillion times,” I retort.
Harry looks over at us with an angry expression. You can hardly call it angry since he looks like a cornered kitten. “Shh! We’re trying to watch a movie here!” Harry hisses.
“You watch your damn movie. I think Liam and I can make better use of our time,” Zayn replies. Turning to me, he says, “Can I go upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms?”
I glare at them. “No way in hell. I know I don’t live in it but I don’t want it to smell like sex for the next month. And my family is coming over next week for the performance! They can’t stay in a room that smells like teenager sex. Nope, and nope.”
They double up on puppy looks and pouts, which I’m an expert at ignoring.
“You’re no fun then,” Liam whines.
“You have a perfectly fine room of your own back at yours,” I say, returning my eyes to the screen.
“Maybe we will,” Zayn speaks for the two of them.
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Words To Say
Fanfiction*NOT FAMOUS* Niall is a boy from Mullingar, Ireland, who's got the voice to be the next big star in all of Ireland and UK. He has met Louis whom he found instant connection with. Can he find the right words to say before it's too late?
