Eight | W2S

FORTY FOUR.

Five thousand people were waiting for me.

Jessie had come off the stage ten minutes ago, and she was fantastic. I'd watched her from the side of the stage, in awe of how she captivated the audience, and how they gave her their all.

And now it was my turn, and I was slightly terrified. We had been rehearsing all day yesterday, I had certain dance moves prepared, I was going to add Nonsense to the set list, and had even created a little rhyme at the end of the song, especially for Paris.

I'd also added in a cover of Your Song, just for Harry, but also because I fucking loved the song.

Other than that, every song from my album was in the setlist. With talking segments throughout the show, it looked about an hour and a half long.

"Remember," Sam whispered from next to me. "You've been preparing for this for months. You'll smash it," he promises, squeezing my shoulder.

I give him a smile, as Hopelessly Devoted To You starts to play, the final song before we make our appearance.

The fans don't know, which made it even better.

My outfit tonight is one I'm slightly in love with — a shimmering, rose gold fitting dress, with sparkled embellishments that shimmered in the light.

My makeup and hair stylists had made me look amazing, and I felt like a princess. I couldn't believe I was able to look like this for the next three months.

Like I predicted, Harry turned feral at the picture I sent him when I had my outfit on, and it was the funniest thing ever. He'd ended up calling me, and with the things coming out of his mouth it was a good thing I was alone in my dressing room.

And now — I was about to debut it to five thousand French fans, and I couldn't be more excited. And nervous. And feeling a tiny bit sick.

Sam squeezed my shoulders. "Time for the band to head on. Good luck out there — you'll be incredible!" He whispers, before running onto the stage, the crowd screaming as they realised it was starting.

The backing track for dress started to play, but it was extended, building up to my entrance on the stage.

I waited to the side, memorising my rehearsal from earlier, and Sam nodded, giving me the cue to walk onto the stage.

As soon as I do, the crowd erupts, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced in my life before, but I love it.

It's truly electric, and then it's my cue to start singing.

It's even better than I'd imagined, singing out to a crowd of people, and them repeating your lyrics back to you.

It's a feeling I know I'll be chasing to feel again for the rest of my life.

Dress feels like it ends way too quickly, and I'm now on my first talking segment of the show.

"Paris!!! Bonjour!!! I am so fucking excited to be here!" I shout into the mic, receiving a chorus of screams back from the crowd.

"You are my first show of the Whispers European tour!" I continue to say, and even louder screams can be heard.

"Are you ready to endure a complete emotional rollercoaster tonight?" I ask, earning myself a mixture of laughs and screams.

"Amazing! This is One Last Time!" I shout, the band starting to play the introduction.

The crowd are especially loud for this song, that at times I find myself holding the microphone out, allowing them to sing the chorus.