It's Complicated

Chapter 8: Screaming Matches and Rain Kisses

~Chapter 8~

"Are you coming to the show tonight Pops?" Harry asked me. He had taken me out for breakfast as the boys were still sleeping and I was hungry.

"If there's a seat for me!" I replied and he laughed.

"There's always going to be a seat for you!" He said incredulously. I bit my lip and smiled; I don't know what I had done to deserve this kindness.

"Niall was sat in his room last night like a lovesick puppy, you should've seen him!" Harry casually said and my heart started working overtime in my chest.

"Wh.. What?" I stammered.

"He was all like depressed! I've never seen him like that! He said he was homesick but he never gets homesick!" Harry explained.

"Homesick, right," I said. We had a cute breakfast in a diner round the corner from the hotel. I ordered some fruit salad and Harry frowned at me so I ordered some pancakes too, and they were really good, but they screamed calories calories calories in my head.

"I'm proud of you Poppy, I really am..." Harry whispered to me, probably hoping I didn't hear him. I pretended like I didn't hear but I felt so warm inside at Harry congratulating me.

Niall didn't come out of his room till gone midday. His hair was all over the place and he was just wearing sweats and a vest. He looked awful. Everyone went silent when he came in and I found his eyes met with mine almost instantly. He forced a small smile at me, but I knew why he was like this and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone. I thought we agreed it was a mistake, but maybe he was just really feeling homesick. Highly unlikely a voice in my head repeated but I shoved it away along with my conscience.

"Los Angelessssss! Are you readdyyyyy?!!" I heard Harry yell at the top of his voice. I looked up from my phone and turned it off. The boys rose up from underneath the stage slowly, grabbing their tall microphones. Harry's eyes searched in the audience until they found mine and he grinned like the Cheshire cat, considering he was from Cheshire. Girls erupted once theu started singing and I was just glad that none of them had recognised me as being Harry's sister.

"Poppy!" Louis yelled and I groaned. Of course Louis had spotted me. Almost instantly a spotlight searched in the audience until it found me, blinding me.

"In the audience we have Harry's sister, Poppy!" I waved slightly, feeling really awkward on what I should do. Luckily, the girls around me didn't break into fangirl mode as much as I thought they would, but some asked for blurred photos with me. After snapping some pictures I focused on the concert, realising the boys were really talented; they all loved it.

"Right tonight everybody, we need to cheer Niall up... He is hung up over this girl but he won't tell us who, and he's really down, so let's give him three cheers!" Liam announced and the crowd went a little quiet at the mention of a girl, obviously not wanting the only single boy of the band getting a girlfriend, but they cheered for him and Niall smiled which turned into a grin.

"Thank you..." He said. I dared wonder who he was hung up about but then his eyes met mine and my breath caught in my throat. He looked away and they began singing again; forgetting all about what just happened.

After the concert I was allowed to go backstage and I was attacked by five sweaty and rowdy boys as soon as they saw me.

"Were we good?!" They all clamoured, wanting to know how well they had done. I congratulated them all and their ego seemed to grow which maybe wasn't the smartest idea.

"I'm hungry!" Niall moaned, obviously back to his normal self.

"I'm a bit hungry too!" I admitted bravely and Harry looked slightly taken aback.