Stay Strong x

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Vallory POV

I woke up in a fairly good mood. The boys informed me that they had to go to the studio for a while, and that I would have a limo come and pick me up to take me to the venue in a few hours. I was instructed to clean all of the boys room and do the laundry while they were at the studio. I ran up to Zayn's room and collected his dirty clothes. I grabbed each boys hampers and threw them in the laundry room. I separated the clothes in piles, then threw the first load in. Allowing them to wash, I began cleaning each boys room. Harry's was the worst. Blankets were thrown everywhere, hair products thrown around, and candy wrappers everywhere. I made his bed and made my way to the last room. Niall's room. I picked up some stray pillows and placed them on his bed. I looked to the corner and spotted his comforter. Sighing, I picked it up and placed it on his bed. Underneath the blanket was a beautiful Taylor guitar. Picking it up, I began picking at the strings. After strumming the last cord, I placed the guitar down in it's original place and made up his bed. I smiled at the guitar one last time, then left his room to check the laundry. I pulled the clothes out of the dryer and brought them to the couch. Folding them, I put them in piles for each boy, then placed them in their rooms. I checked the clock, 6:00. The car would be here in half an hour to take me to sound check. Sighing, I ran up to my room and got dressed. After straightening my hair and putting on my make up, it was 6:55. Slipping on my shoes, I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs, to the waiting car. When I arrived at the Arena, the sight frightened me. There was hundreds of girls waiting at the gate to be let in. Security wrapped around me and guarded me from the stabbing elbows. Thankfully, I was put at the end of the line to get into the arena. I honestly didn't feel like getting special treatment for being Zayn's cousin, and Niall's girlfriend. The line started moving and everyone took their seats in front of the stage. I was sat in row D, five rows from the stage. When the boys came out, every girl screamed. I plugged my ears and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to drown out the awful sound. Niall's eyes were hopelessly looking around the rows looking for me, so I decided to help him out. Disobeying the rules, I took my phone out and texted Niall.

"Row D, seat 17. You look hopeless."

Just then, he looked up at me and winked. He nudged the rest of the lads and pointed to me. Harry bent down to the security guard and pointed at me. Confusion, lacing my face as the guard came up to me, leading me to the stage steps. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet, Zayn's beautiful cousin and Niall's sole mate, Vallory." Harry said, ushering me on to the stage. Fear was noticeable through my face as I walked across the stage. I gave Zayn a look and he nodded. He's the only one who knew about my stage fright. I sat at the edge of the stage and brought my knees to my chest. "BOOO" Someone shouted out. I just looked to my toes as the boys strutted around the stage. "Does anyone have any questions for us?" Liam asked the crowd. Some girls were jumping up and down, and others just had their hand raised. A security guard passed around a microphone as the girls asked questions. "I have one. Why is Vallory allowed on the stage? Is it because she's Niall's fuck buddy?" She said through the microphone, causing cheers and laughter to erupt from the crowd. That's when Niall sat at the edge of the stage with me. "What a loser. It looks like she's crying!" Another called out. I got to my feet and walked off the stage, wiping the tears from my eyes as they fell. "You should be ashamed o yourselves. What is wrong with you? Are you guys that jealous? Grow up, and get over yourselves. That is my cousin you guys are talking abou. Insulting her, is like insulting me." Zayn spat, earning agreements from the boys. When the concert started, I ran back to Niall's dressing room and curled up on his couch and somehow fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the boys coming backstage, rubbing my eyes, I got up. "Hey Are You alright?" Niall asked, sitting beside me. I caved into his chest and nodded. "That was our last song, so were going to get changed and leave, okay?" I just shook my head and layed back down on the couch. The rest of the boys gave me a pity look and went off to get changed. Niall shut his door, leaving us alone in the room. He smiled at me and began changing. I watched as he stripped onto nothing but his boxers. "Like what you see?" Niall said, gesturing to himself. I just shook my head and laughed. "Sure, okay Niall." He threw on his tan shorts and polo, then sat down next to me. "Don't listen to what they say. You're perfect to me. I love you." He said, holding me close. "I know. I love you too Nialler." He leaned into me and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as he slipped his tongue to my lip, begging for entrance. I parted my lips, allowing his tounge to explore my mouth. "EW. Not what I want to see when I come in here." Zayn said breaking the kiss. "That's why the door was shut, idiot." Niall said, rolling his eyes. I chuckled at their banter. "Well, when you guys are done, were going home, so." I got up and made my way to the car that would take us home. "Did you do the laundry?" Zayn asked as we entered the house. "Yep. All in your rooms. "Thanks, love." He said, jogging upstairs. "This isn't my shirt!" "Neither is this!" Louis called out. Running down the stairs, Louis was holding multiple shirts in his hands. "Are you dumb, or are you stupid? This is obviously Harry's shirt and this is Liam's. Do you not know that by now?" He spat. "I'm sorry I-" He cut me off. "Whatever. Figure it out, and figure it out fast, because this is beyond ridiculous." He said, throwing the shirts at me. I bent down and picked up the clothing, folding them and putting them on the couch. "That was rude. What the hell is his deal?" Zayn said, obviously pissed off. "Just leave it Zayn." I said, making my way up the steps. "No! That was bullshit! You don't deserve that. After all you did for him, he does that to you? Fuck him." I shook my head and went to my room to change. I put on one of Niall's old shirts and my shorts and crawled into bed, holding back tears. Today wasn't my day. A soft knock came at my door and I ignored it. My door opened and Louis popped in. He sat the edge of my bed and began. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you. You didn't deserve that. Thank you for cleaning my room. I was just so pissed off that I took it out on you. A fan shouted for me to get off the stage and to leave the band. I guess your not the only one getting hate." He admitted, picking at my duvet. "It's okay, Louis. You know that's not true right? You know you're talented. Don't believe a word they say, okay? Come here." I pulled him into a side hug and held onto him. "Don't change to please fans. You're fine just the way you are." He patted my back and pulled away. "Thank you. I'm sorry you got hate today." He said guilt in his eyes. "It's okay. And thanks. It's getting late, and I'm really tired, so I'm going to bed. Love ya Lou!" I said, smiling. Louis was like a brother to me. I could never be mad at him. "Love ya too Babes! Ill get Niall in to tuck you in. Goodnight!" He said, shutting my door. After he left, Niall popped in wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He smiled at what I was wearing and crawled into bed with me, slipping off his shirt. He pulled me close to his bare chest as I made little circles on his torso. He smiled and kissed my forehead. "You're so beautiful. Especially when you wear my shirt." He said. Tugging at the material of the top. "I didn't think you were staying with me tonight." I said, grateful he was here with me. "Of course I'd stay with you. Zayn can stuff it if he doesn't like it." He chuckled. "I hope you don't mind, but I played your guitar today." I muttered. "You play guitar?" He asked in awe. "Yeah. A little bit." I admitted. "Can you play for me tomorrow?" I looked up at his beautiful blue eyes. "Sure." I stated, pressing my lips to his. His lips moved along with mine in sync. I smiled through the kiss as he slipped his tongue across my lip. Teasing him, I denied his kiss and pulled away. "Tease." He said pouting. "I'm tired. Night baby." I said, snuggling closer to his warmth. "Goodnight, plonker." He chuckled. I smiled as he played with my hair, causing me to fall asleep.