Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 8

"That was fucking sick!" Niall shouts in the bus, throwing his hands in the air.

"It was fucking perfect!" I shout back surprised I cursed out loud.

I curse all the time, but by the looks on the boys' face, it was the first time they have ever heard me cuss.

I try to smile off my embarrassing act, but Niall holds on to it.

"Look at you! Ye got a trucker's mouth!" He jokes, playfully hitting me.

The first concert I ever performed at was beyond marvelous.

The crowd was amazing, and the boys were beyond spectacular.

They always get the crowd pumped and give them a great show.

I inspire to be them one day.

I look up from my thoughts to take in my surroundings.

Harry directly in front of me, eyes focused on his phone.

He's probably thanking the crowd tonight and smiling at his mentions.

Liam sits next to him, eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

He's probably exhausted from putting his all in tonight's show; dreaming of meeting fans and performing.

Zayn sits at the seat across from Liam on the other side of the bus.

His eyes meeting Louis', and his smile wider than ever. Probably laughing because Louis; Louis always knows how to put people in a good mood.

Louis sits directly in front of Zayn with his lips moving at radicle speed. Probably telling Zayn a hilarious story that happened to him on stage or on break.

Then there's Niall who sits perfectly across from me, his eyes looking directly in mine...

Perfectly shaped lips with a beautiful shade of pink moving slowly... or maybe I'm just imagining them slow?

His cheeks raise and fall as he smiles and frowns...

His hair the perfect type of messy yet sharp.

Why is everything about him so perfect?

"Jess?" Niall's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I quickly apologize.

"Sorry, I just zoned out, I guess." I mumble trying to focus back on reality.

Niall furrows his eyebrows but quickly lets them down and smiles,

"Thinking about the show, huh?" He asks me while leaning back in his chair, grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah..." I lie, hoping it sounded genuine. I bite me lip and look at his perfect lean, muscular, long, torso.

His beautiful biceps with bulging muscle coming out.

His perfect jawline and adams-apple jolting out of his neck.

His little stubble poking out of his chin and upper lip.

"Jessica? Are you okay?" Niall's voice breaks through my thoughts, and I mentally slap myself.

I did it again, dammit.

He leans forward and turns near me. He places his hands in front of him and holds them together while furrowing his eyebrows yet again.

"Sorry, it's just my first show, and it was so... I got to use the restroom." I lie again, instantly jumping up from my seat and walking through Niall's legs, never looking back, afraid to see his face.

I swing the door open and close it quickly, locking it furiously, and sitting on the lid of the toilet, placing both my hands on my head.

I just finished my first ever concert, and all I can think of is Niall's perfectly sculpted body?