Being Told You're Beautiful

May or may not be a filler chapter thing blah

The concert was amazing.

Not just amazing though. It was even better backstage than front, with my new best friend. She was so cool. It was indescribably, wonderfully, llama-ly magical.

The boys arrived backstage grinning madly. Niall caught me up in a massive hug, his arms encasing me.

It was perfect. Euphoric.

Infinite.

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I remember the date. 27th July. A Monday. The afternoon, to be exact.

"I don't want you to go" I mumbled into his neck. I was currently being given a piggy back across the car park to the big hanger thing where the tour buses had been stored the past few days.

Why was I being given a piggyback?

Because I was a lazy arse, and i was proud of it.

He hitched me up. I grabbed my phone and took some photos of the two of us with my swanky swaggy front facing camera, because hey, last day together and it was cute.

"You know, you can put me down whenever Niall, I'm really quite heavy.."

What I didn't expect was to be chucked quite so violently on the ground.

Dusting myself off, I stood up independently, ignoring Niall's offer of help. Hey, he chucked me down okay?

I relented however, when he took my hand to walk me to the tour bus, his excitement clearly showing. I wouldn't be able to hold this hand for a while, better make the most of it.

We swung our hands back and forth as we wandered, chatting about the most random stuff, ignoring the taboo topic of him leaving. What did it mean for us? I mean sure, we had talked it over a bit earlier on but still.

In the end, I had to ask him. What did my parents say to him that day at my house...was it really only three or four days ago? Just, no one ever is liked by my dad THAT quickly..

"Oh, um, your dad just got really protective and said that just because I was famous didn't mean I could do what I wanted all the time, and that I had to respect you. To which I said of course I would. I can't really remember anymore."

He was lying. I could tell. He could remember alright, he just isn't want to tell me. I let it drop.

And with that, I was given a tour of the bus.

Ngl, they were amazing. Like seriously. Wow. These lad were lucky.

I like buses.

It was like a Tardis. Long, black, padded benches lined the walls with seatbelt a integrated into it. There were snacks and a small kitchenette thingy, and a bathroom. And then, sectioned off were six bunk beds, each with their own wee curtain for when someone felt moody or needed some alone time. How on earth the boys fit it here was a wonder to me.

I asked Niall this. He just grinned and pulled me over to one, I presumed it was his. He lay down on it and dragged me in, casually draping his arm over my shoulders. "You tell me" he whispered. "I think it fits two perfectly well.."

This may or may not have ended up in a heated session of intimate kissing.

May OR MAY NOT.

Okay.

It did.

Just a bit.

But we weren't going to be able to do this for months. Cut us some slack okay?

"I" kiss. "Am" kiss. "Going" kiss. "To" kiss. "Miss" kiss. "You" kiss. "So" kiss. "Much" kiss.

I may or may not have taken out a few choice words that may or may not have been included by my lovely Mr Horan, just to keep it PG.