Youforia [N.H]

17

Niall Horan

June 25th, tour bus

After the show finished everyone got straight back onto the tour busses as we were headed to Las Vegas for two concerts. I'm a little pissed that I can't spend more time in La but we wouldn't have enough time to go out anyway if we decided to stay there for the night.

I loved the feeling I got when preforming, hearing and seeing all those people in the audience here for us was such an indescribable feeling. I loved how much control it made me feel, I could make the smallest movements and people went crazy, god it made me feel so good. I had to remember that i was in some kind of situation with Aycie now, I genuinely did respect her as a person so I tried to dial my antics in a little, by that I mean I didn't try and jump over the barricade to be swarmed by fans tonight, I didn't want anyone else to be touching me now. I felt a true sense of devotion to her since the other day, yes a tiny part of me was still scared about this, maybe it was all happening too fast but I had known her over a month now, and I only kissed her, but it wasn't a kiss designed for pleasure, it felt more emotional. It was one that formed a different kind of bond between us, like a sense of trust.

She was addicting though, and even after she snapped at me again that morning she returned to herself like it never happened, her braids still laid over her shoulders as innocently as ever, her eyes unchanging and her face always held that same rosy tint when she got shy, I don't understand how she can look so pure with all that she hid behind those eyes.

Right now everyone was in their bunks sleeping. When the adrenaline of performing ran out of our bodies we were always left so exhausted, but I never expected this to be easy.

After half an hour of resting with my eyes shut I realised I wouldn't be sleeping on this bus. I climbed out of the bunk to head to the back of the bus where the general area was, I thought a night cap would maybe help me sleep.

I opened the door to see no other than Aycie sitting on the sofa, her notebook resting against her legs as she scribbled down words with a pen, her eyes scrunched in concentration. She shot her head up to the door and her lips rose to a smile as she saw me.

"Aren't you tired?" I ask her, walking over to the whiskey bottle on the table before pouring some into the small glass beside it.

"I can't sleep on those beds" she shakes her head as I go and sit next to her, sipping the dark amber liquid.

There was a strange vibe in the room right now, it was very late into the night, maybe two am. Blue leds lit up the room as we stayed silent for a few minutes, the only thing to be heard was the sound of the engine humming and cars passing by every now and again.

"What songs from the setlist do you think you're going to want on the album?" She mumbles turning over a few pages to find something.

"I talked about that with the band last week and we think we'd want over again, fireproof, act my age and clouds on there" I reply.

"Was 'act my age' your choice?" She giggles.

"That's my song I'm refusing to let anyone take it off" I nod my head and she smiles before jotting down the four songs on the page.

"What are you working on?"

"I'm just finishing off Harry's song and I'm trying to organise everything" she hums staring down at the page.

"It's done?" I raise my eyebrows, I swear she just started that song like four days ago.

"It's only two verses and the chorus repeats twice. I was writing for like ten hours straight the other day." she says, flicking back through the pages before passing the book to me.