Forever and Always: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 2: Niall

Niall's POV:

"Louis! Give Harry back his pants and sit down by Lou!" I chuckle as I hear Liam scold the eldest member of the band.

"Yes, Liam." Louis mutters, handing the curly haired boy his pants and taking a seat next to me by Lou, our hair and makeup artist. I see his lower lip jut out in a pout, so I lean over and poke his cheek, causing him to laugh. "Hiya Nialler! How's it hanging?" He asks with a horrible American accent.

"I am doing great! OW! Lou! That was my eye!" I cry out as she pokes my eye with one of the brushes.

"We'll if you would just sit still, we wouldn't have that problem now would we?" She scoffs, shoving the brush back in my face. I sit stone still for the next five minutes until she moves onto her next victim: Louis. We all listen amused as they bicker about him not staying still and soon we hear our stage manager call for us to get ready. The intro to the first song starts and we charge out onto the stage, full of energy. The show was epic and the fans were amazing! We say our goodbyes to the crowd and trot offstage.

"Whew! That was dreaming awesome! I am so hungry now!" I shout as everyone laughs loudly. Zayn comes up to me and slaps my back.

"When aren't you hungry, mate?" I nod in agreement and run my hand through my sweaty hair. Ew, I am in desperate need of a shower.

"True! Alrighty well, I am going to the concessions for some food! I'll wear a hood!" I ruffle Zayn's hair and sprint out of the lounge room before he can hit me. I pull my hood over my head to somewhat cover my face from the public. I know this isn't exactly safe, but my hunger cannot wait! This is life or death and death waits for no one. I go up to the counter and order my food. As I am walking back to the lounge room, I finish my food and just in time because a brunette girl walks into me, yelling profanities into her phone.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I am such a klutz! Are you alright?" She cries out in shock. Soon her bright green eyes stare into mine.

"No need to apologize, love. Totally my fault." I counter, still mesmerized by her eyes. "I should probably introduce myself. Hello. I'm Niall Horan!" I stick my hand out to shake hers. She smiles sweetly.

"Oh I know. My best friend is obsessed with your band. You guys were amazing tonight I have to admit!" She tells me shyly and for some reason, I feel my heart swell at the compliment.

"Thank you so much..?" I trail off, waiting for her to fill in her name.

"Oh, my name is Amelia but you can call me Amy!" She offers with a smile. I grin at her, loving the normal conversation that is so hard for me to find with people other than the boys and my family.

"Uh oh! I have to get back before they think I was mobbed!" I announce. Her smile falters for a moment but her face fills with understating.

"Okay, well it was very nice to meet you Ni-"

"Come with me! The boys will love to meet a girl who they can hold a normal conversation with!" I tell her.

"But I have to find Felicity." She reminds me. I chuckle at the easy fix for the problem.

"Paul, our security guard, can do that! I'm sure Felicity would love to meet us if she is as big a fan as you say!" I urge. Amy finally gives in and I lead her towards the lounge.

"Boys, this is Amy. Amy, these are the boys." I announce. Each boy introduces himself and I see Amy visibly relax. She jokes with the boys as Paul goes to find Felicity with the description Amy gave him. Not long after, he returns with a tiny raven haired girl.

"Amy! You cannot believe who just found me! Paul Higg-OH MY GOD YOU'RE ONE DIRECTION!" We cringe slightly. The petite girl composes herself quickly and introduces herself as Felicity Grace Sanders. Yes, exactly like that. I can see that Harry is very smitten with her as the night progresses and I feel the same towards Amy. She's just so different and fun to be with. We are all disappointed when they have to leave but not before promising to hang out tomorrow. We are all here for the next two weeks for a break. After they leave, I give it a good hour, leaving the time at 11:00 pm before taking out my phone. We had all exchanged numbers earlier and I search for Amy's contact. I grin as I see what name she had set for herself.

To Amysaurus:  

Goodnight, love! Wonderful meeting you today! Can't wait to see you tomorrow(: xx

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Amelia's POV:

I hear my phone song just as I climb into bed. I grab it from my nightstand and grin at the text.

From Nialler

Goodnight, love! Wonderful meeting you today! Can't wait to see you tomorrow(: xx

I smile and put my phone down, snuggling under the covers. I drift off to sleep with a certain blonde Irish boy on my mind, excited for what the next day will bring.

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Sooooo? Like it? I especially liked the little POV from Amy at the end. It gave a little insight to her feelings about the text and the upcoming day! I really hope you liked it. Oh and a quick note, if I use any British terms or slang and you feel like its not used properly, just leave a comment. I am American, therefore I do not know their terms first hand. Thanks! Now it's time for bed. I'll try to update tomorrow!<3