Imagines (from my Instagram)

Next to You

"(Y/nnnnn)," Niall complains. "HURRY UP. We're gonna be late!"

"Oh, hush," I say, walking down the stairs. I step in front of my boyfriend, and take his hand, twirling myself around. "Is this good?"

He grins. "Perfect. Now lets GO!"

When we arrive, bodyguards quickly rush Niall into hair and makeup. He kisses my cheek. "I'll be right there, okay? This'll only take a few minutes."

I know he's just saying this to make me feel better, but I smile and nod anyway.

A woman comes up to me, bright lipstick and poofy hair, with a lime green leather suit. "Hello there," she grins. "Are you looking for someone?"

"No, I'm here for the One Direction interview."

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to wait outside, miss."

"No, you don't understand-"

She just snags my wrist, yanking me to a door and pushing it open. "You'll have to wait in line."

And with that, she closes the door.

After finding it's locked, I immediately pull out my phone and call Niall.

"(Y/n)? Where are you? We're starting in five minutes!"

"Some lady told me to wait outside. She doesn't know I'm with you guys."

"Oh, geez.. Um, what door?"

"It's black from the outside. And I was waiting in a hallway. It was narrow, and yellow. If that helps-"

Suddenly the door swings open, and my beautiful boyfriend awaits me. He wraps me in a quick hug when I step inside. "C'mon, let's find the other boys."

Niall takes me to the corner of the stage, where Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Liam are waiting as well.

"Where were you guys?" Harry asks.

"(Y/n) here got locked outside," Niall smiles, wrapping an arm around my waist. I poke my finger into his side an he laughs.

"What, did they catch you guys in a closet or something?"

I blush. "Shut up, Louis."

The woman from earlier walks up to us, and immediately recognizes me. "Oh my gosh, your Niall's... I'm so sorry!"

I look down awkwardly. "It's okay," I say quietly.

"Well, um, let's get you guys seated. C'mon."

We file behind her, Niall still holding me. "Niall," I whisper, "I'm nervous."

"Don't be," he kisses my forehead, "I'll be right next to you. I promise."