Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

The Girl Stuff

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The backstage area was alive with its usual pre-show buzz. The crew hurried around, setting up last-minute details, and the sound of the crowd outside was a low, steady roar.

The boys were getting hyped up, tossing jokes and teasing each other, but Y/N was off to the side, trying to hide the fact that she was struggling.

"You good, doll?" She simply nodded at Lou's question. The female sighed, then went back to her work.

She sat hunched over slightly on the sofa, arms wrapped around her midsection. She had been dealing with cramps all day, the pain ebbing and flowing, and now it had settled into a deep, unrelenting ache. She tried to focus on her breathing, knowing they were only minutes away from taking the stage.

Louis, always perceptive, caught sight of her grim expression. He walked over and crouched beside her, lowering his voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “You alright, Y/N? You look like you’re ready to pass out.”

Y/N shot him a tired smile, trying to brush it off. “Yeah, just cramps,” she muttered. “It’s fine, really.”

But Louis wasn’t convinced. He knew her well enough to tell when she was downplaying something. “How bad?” he pressed, keeping his tone gentle but firm.

“Not bad enough to stop the show,” she replied, forcing herself to sit up straighter. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene. She had already pushed through soundcheck, and she could get through the concert too.

At that moment, Liam joined them, his concern evident as he noticed the strain on her face. “Y/N, you should’ve said something earlier. If it’s this bad, we can delay the start a bit. Give you some time to rest.”

But Y/N shook her head vehemently, her expression hardening. “No. We’re not delaying anything,” she said firmly. “The fans have been waiting hours for this show. I’m not making them wait longer because I’m feeling a bit off.”

Liam hesitated, exchanging a glance with Louis, who shrugged. “She’s stubborn,” Louis said quietly, agreeing, nonetheless, to what she said. “But she’s got a point.”

Harry walked over, his brow furrowed as he took in the scene. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice low.

“Just cramps,” Y/N said before anyone else could speak. “I’m fine, guys. I just need a moment. We’re sticking to the schedule.”

Zayn, who had been observing quietly from the corner of the room, chimed in, “You don’t have to push yourself like this, Y/N. No one’s going to blame you if we start a bit late.”

But Y/N was already shaking her head. “No way. I’ve pushed through worse, and I can handle this too,” she insisted. She knew the drill: keep moving, keep performing. The show must go on, no matter what. She wasn't going to let her cramps change that.

Niall appeared with a water bottle and a packet of painkillers. “At least take these, yeah? No sense in suffering more than you have to,” he said, his tone light but his eyes filled with concern. He knew better than to argue with her when she was this determined.

“Thanks, Niall,” she murmured, quickly downing the tablets. She leaned back, trying to relax as best as she could while the painkillers started to work. Harry disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm towel he’d managed to get from catering. “Here,” he said, handing it over. “It’s not much, but it might help.”

Y/N pressed the towel to her abdomen, letting out a soft sigh of relief. For a few moments, the room was filled with the sounds of last-minute preparations and distant cheers from the crowd.

The stage manager popped his head in. “Five minutes, guys.”

Y/N gave him a thumbs-up before he disappeared. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself to her feet. She was a bit unsteady, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her. Louis hovered close, ready to catch her if she stumbled, but she waved him off. “I’m good,” she insisted.

“Alright,” Liam said, still looking unsure. “But if you need to take a break during the set, just let us know. We can cover for you.”

Y/N shot him a determined look. “I appreciate it, Liam, but I’m not stopping once we’re out there. The fans deserve the full show.”

The boys exchanged concerned glances but knew better than to push her. They had seen Y/N perform through sickness, exhaustion, and everything in between. If she said she could do it, they believed her — even if they weren’t happy about it.

As they lined up backstage, waiting for their cue, Louis leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Just let me know if it gets too much, yeah? I’ve got your back.”

“Thanks, Lou,” she whispered back, giving him a small, grateful smile.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. Y/N took one last deep breath, pushing the pain to the back of her mind. This was what they lived for — the thrill of the stage, the roar of the fans, and the adrenaline that made everything else fade away.

The boys gave each other a final nod, and as the opening notes blared through the speakers, they charged onto the stage, Y/N right beside them. The cramps were still there, gnawing at her insides, but she focused on the music, on the energy of the crowd, letting it carry her through.

Liam kept a close eye on her throughout the first few songs, ready to jump in if she signaled for help, but Y/N kept up with them, refusing to let the pain slow her down. By the time they reached the middle of their set, she was drenched in sweat, her muscles screaming for a break, but her smile never faltered.

During a brief break between songs, Liam subtly passed her another bottle of water. “Drink up. You’re doing great, but don’t overdo it,” he muttered under his breath.

Y/N took a grateful gulp, nodding. “Thanks. I’ve got this, Li,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping in.

And she did. For the next hour, Y/N pushed through, refusing to let the pain define her night. It was just another show, just another day, and she wasn’t about to let a few cramps ruin it.

As the final notes of their encore rang out and the confetti rained down, Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. The pain was still there, but she had made it through. As they took their bows and waved to the crowd, the boys stayed close, making sure she had support if she needed it.

Backstage, the exhaustion finally hit her, and she sank down onto a chair, breathing heavily. “Told you I could do it,” she said, shooting them a tired but triumphant grin.

Louis just rolled his eyes, handing her a fresh bottle of water. “Yeah, yeah. But next time, don’t be such a bloody hero about it, alright?”

Y/N chuckled, taking a sip. “No promises,” she replied, and for the first time all day, she allowed herself to relax, knowing that she’d made it through — with a little help from her boys.

"Great job, love" Liam spoke as she sat down beside him on the couch, his arms, draped around her as she leaned on his shoulder, taking a break.

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