𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

"The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for"
-Bob Marley

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Niall's on stage.

I'm in his dressing room.

Staring at a wall.

Rethinking my choices.

It's only because we nearly got caught. If Niall hadn't locked the door we'd be done for.

Basically, Niall was late for his stage cue, so Kathy came knocking on his dressing room door. She rattled the handle a few times before just knocking loudly and telling Niall to get out and that the boys had already finished the first song.

I had to hide behind the couch while Niall left the room, trying to compose myself.

Hiding this for the next five months is going to be exhausting.

But fun.

Unless he doesn't want to hide it- but I kind of guessed that would be the plan.

I'll just ask him later on.

Once I realise that I'm still in his dressing room and it's halfway through the concert, I stand up and poke my head out the doorway. It was clear so I slipped out, going towards the side of the stage.

I lean against a wall as I look out, noticing the guitarists weren't there.

I would've thought the new ones would be here by now.

The drummer is here though.

I never really noticed or spoken to her before, all I know is her name is Tahlia because Kathy was telling me how she isn't very talkative.

I look back over towards the main stage where they boys were headed down the extended platform, but instead Niall was headed in my direction while taking his guitar off his shoulders.

Niall handed it to a team member next to me and took off the mic headset, also handing it to the team member who gave him a handheld microphone.

He flashed the team member a thumbs up as his gaze shifted to me, winking as he smirked then turned around to join the boys back on stage.

I smile to myself slightly as I look out onto the stage and beyond into the audience, lights scattered throughout. After a moment I notice someone appear beside me as I continued to watch, turning my head to the side to see Kaitlyn stood beside me. She told me she found empty seats in the audience and asked if I wanted to go. I nodded and she started to lead the way.

We got sat in the middle of the stadium, directly infront of the stage just 10 or so rows back. The boys are all way more energetic than they were earlier as well.

I can't even imagine having to put on a show for 50,000 odd people every other night even if you're tired.

There's still about six or seven songs left, which will still take a while to get through because the boys like to randomly stop between songs and engage with the audience, mainly the people on the floor.

It's normally the fans that have signs, so the camera that is usually on the boys will pan to whatever sign the boys are reading so the rest of the stadium can see it. This one was quite simple compared to ones I've seen before.

"Play us an unreleased song!" It read in all caps.

Harry, who was sat on the edge of the stage with his legs hanging down, shook his head gently while smiling softly. "We haven't written anything recently."