It's her! I swear! (a Niall Horan short story)

Part 1

"No! I'm telling you, someone has to do something! Someone needs to go find her!" A very frantic Irish boy shouted. "Paul. You have to find her. Get anyone and everyone on it. Hire a private investigator if needed! I just need to find her!" He said a bit more calm as he sat down on a small red sofa and ran his hands through his blonde hair.

His four best mates paced around the room not sure of what to do. They wanted to laugh in a way, but they weren't sure if the poor Irish lad was actually being honest. They felt kind of bad for him in a way.

A petite pale bleach blonde with a tad of lavender tint in her hair walked into the room where all the lads where in. "What's going on in here?" She questioned with a chuckle as she looked around.

There was the poor 19 year old lad siting on the sofa just about to pull his hair out of his head from frustration. The other four lads were still pacing around the room with nothing else but frustration and distress written all over their faces. The man named Paul was on the phone mumbling something at some one.

"Well? Is any one going to tell me or am I just going to have to go snooping on my own?" The lavendered hair lady insisted, now a bit unrestful herself.

The vulnerable blonde boy picked his head up and looked at the lady straight in the eyes. "Lou, I think I saw the love of my life today." He managed to whisper. It came out softer than a whisper though. It was barely audible, yet in that moment it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Lou walked over to Irish lad and wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around him. "I'm afraid I lost her. I'm never going to see her again, Lou. I'm so sure she's the one. As soon as I looked at her I knew. I'm so stupid!" He mumbled. He didn't even notice he was crying. The tears were rapidly making their way down his cheek and onto Lou's shoulder. As his four best lads watched every single tear form and then disappear onto The soft fabric, they each promised themselves to do everything and anything they could to find this girl.

A girl they didn't even know. A girl who had been in the crowd of their concert tonight. A girl who meant so much to their best mate.

Lou tried to coo him and comfort him.

She told him that they will find her, even though she didn't truly believe that herself.

After Niall had settled down a bit and they were all on the bus again Paul called a band meeting.

"Niall, I know you think this girl means so much to you, but how do you expect us to find her?" Paul finally built up enough guts to say aloud.

Niall's face dropped. He didn't know. That's what they have people for. He's just a kid after all. He looked to his right were a curly haired boy was staring at him with hopeless green eyes. He then looked to his left were he was met by three pairs of eyes, all giving him the same sympathetic look. He forced himself to look up at Paul again. "I don't known. Can't you find out who bought the tickets? Track them from there?" He said rapidly as thoughts were just building up in his head. He didn't know it, but he actually had something. Of course it would be tough to get the information, but it wouldn't be impossible.

Paul dismissed the meeting as he ran with the idea Niall had just given him. He hated to see Niall like this. All he wanted was for the lads to be happy. And he's going to do whatever he can to make that happen.

Meanwhile the guys still hadn't moved from their spots on the sofas. They were all sitting in silence trying to figured out what to do.

"Okay! I got it!" One of the lads shouted.

"Liam. What is it?" Niall asked full of despair.

"Someone pass me a laptop!" The same lad demanded. The others quickly scrambled to grab the nearest one and handed to him. Once the tall browned eyed lad had a laptop in his hands he quickly began to type stuff into it. The other four being naturally curious crowded around him and looked at the screen.