I Secretly Love You (Narry)

Chapter 27

Niall's POV

I woke up in my lonely king sized bed. I turn around and find no one there to say good morning to me and cuddle up with me.....and I completely hate it. I've grown accustomed to finding the curly bloke beside me.

I look at the time, 5:03. I moan and roll over onto the other side of the bed but then stop when my bare leg touches the cold, unused side of the bed and I jerk my leg back, getting back into the warm dent that I created while I was asleep.

I sigh heavily, rolling off the bed in only my Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I walk around for a bit and then hear my cellphone ring. I walk over to it, secretly hoping it was Harry but my face drops when the caller ID says Liam.

I answer it.

"What do you want, Liam?" I ask groggily, rubbing my eyes.

"I was already up like a minute ago but thanks for checking."

"Alright, bye."

I hang up, placing my phone on the nightstand. I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth and take a shower. Once I'm out, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk back into my bedroom putting on my white 'crazy mofos' shirt and black jeans with white supras, I style my hair up in a quiff.

I look at the time, 5:35. I went faster than I had expected. If Harry were here, I bet he would of delayed me somehow.

I sit on my bed. I keep regretting going on that rant yesterday, if I just kept my mouth shut and said yes, me and Harry would be snuggling right now. I bet he never wants to talk to me again and I won't blame him, although, it would be pretty hard to because we're both in the same band and shit.

I consider calling him, but think that would be too forward. Walking to his house and confronting him, even worse than the first one. Texting him, bad idea.

I glance at the time again, 5:56. I hurry up and get out of the front door. I hear a beep from outside, must be Paul. I walk out of the building and gate and see the same black van from yestarday. I open the door and see all the lads already in there, god, this is gonna be like grade school all over again.

I hop in and decide to sit next to Zayn and avoid awkwardness.

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We make our way into the O2 Arena and backstage, many people are here already, the concert starts at 8:00. 

Two big men, the same men who opened the gate, motioned us to our dressing room and urged us to get ready it was 7:39. They then shut the door and left us alone. A couple of girls came and did our make up and hair and then management motioned us onto the stage.

As soon as we were on, the thousands of fans started screaming. My  earphones were in but I could still hear the deafening shouts.

We started off with Kiss You and then the screaming died down as Liam began to talk, walking across the stage and asking things like 'how are you doing tonight' and 'are you guys excited'.

Louis was sitting on the stairs while me, Harry, and Zayn were sitting on the ledge. Harry was sitting farther away than I would have liked. I had a guitar on my lap because the next song we were going to play was Little Things.

Once Liam announced it, the crowd went wild and the he went up the stairs closest to me and sat down. I began to strum the chords to the beginning of the song as Zayn began his part.

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me                                                                                                But bear this in mind it was meant to be                                                                                                           And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks                                                                         And it all makes sense to me