It's a rainy, dark day. You pull up to the One Direction concert theatré in Las Vegas and step of out the bus you took here. The rain poured hard onto your clothes and the pavement you stood on. The line and sound of where you were was too much to handle. Your eyes ached from the lights surounding you, engulfing you in a swarm of screaming girls. It was loud- so loud it hurt. From the corner of your eye you say a figure... tallish, but hard to see since he/she was walking behind the building. Mabey they were sneaking back stage... or mabey trying to leak pictures? Or just trying to get in before everyone. 'Why can't I go through the back?' you thought, sneaking your way out of the crowd. Girls old and young, pushing you and yelling at you to move out of the way. "The concert's that way, stupid girl!" someone yelled. You managed out, mabey after 20 minuets. Someone had kicked you and your side hurt. You walked into the dark shadows and tryed not to let anyone see you. Around the building, it was so dark you had to have one hand against the side of the outer theatré wall. "Whoa!" you yelped as you stumbled forward. You didn't hit the floor though...
"Oh my bad, love!"
Familiar voice... a distinque voice. Irish accent?
"Um I'm sorry, it's so dark I couldn't see," you managed, studdering, but managed.
"I'm Niall. I was just getting a snack because Liam said he left one out in the bus for me.. it was a trick though! The ratchet boy!" he laughed, shifting.
Oh my, you fell on Niall Horan! No wonder the ground didn't hurt!
"Come on, we can't stay back here all day," he said, sounding happy as if he had said a joke.
You stood up with Niall's help but only to find that your heel broke on your right shoe. Niall noticed this, so he picked you up 'bride style' and carried you toward a door way behind the building. It was a long way there, and the rain didn't oblige to your wishes. Opening the door, you felt a warm gush of air and realized that you were actually freezing cold. Niall set you down and your eyes adjusted to the light of the room. It was really bright.
Your mouth must of been open because Niall laughed a bit and muttered something like '..welcome backstage...'
BACKSTAGE?! You looked around. Is this happening? It wasn't as loud as it was in the line, but it was loud. There were strangers around you, walking by, not even noticing you. Apart from their business, they didn't care. 'It can't be.. mabey I had a freeze shock outside in the line and I'm asleep in the hospital..' you thought. You turned around and saw Harry Styles walking towards you. Niall left you on a chair, and probobly went to change. Harry reached you and kneeled down next to you, as you're sitting on a chair.
"Love, I'm sorry but these are all I have. I noticed you've only got one shoe on." Harry said, slipping his extra pair of boots on your feet. He looked up at you. "Or is it a new crazy American trend?" he said smiling at himself. They were like size 12 or something, and were big but who cares, they belonged to Harry. "They look like they fit terribly fine. What do you think?"
"Um yeah.. thanks Harry," you said looked at him as he stood up.
"What's your name?" Harry asked in his rough, raspy voice.
"y/n." you said in a bit of shock.
Harry looked you up and down, noticing the cold, wet clothes you wore. "That's a nice name. I'm Harold."
"Ha, of coarse I know that!" you said, trying to stand without slipping.
Harry grabbed your hand. "Careful, I don't want a pretty gurl like you to fall," he said.
"Twenty minuets until go time!" A voice yelled out.
Harry looked around nervously. "I can't be late for a concert..."
Well then go... but he probobly didn't want to leave you.... right? Well I mean he does have to sing.
"It's fine. I will just... ask someone for some bus money fair back to Imperial." you said, remembering to stand up straight.
"You have sonewhere you need to be?" asked Harry. It almost sounded offensive, because... well, I'm a person, of COARSE I have somewhere to be!
"Well yea-" woah.. wait up gurl frann~ you don't even have anywhere to go or be, none the less have a placr to stay other than a friends house (or if enough money, stay at a nice little motel for as long as possible).
"Y/n? Y/n? Are you ok, love?" Harry almost shook you. You must have looked stupid while thinking. :)
"Yeah um I'm fine." you said. "I actually... don't.. " Reality hurt as you realized no one cared if your home or not. "I don't have anywhere to go. But I don't wana burden you,"
"...burden? Whaaat?" Harry smiled. "Love, we've got room on the tour bus... and I'm sure Paul will understand. At least he better... " Harry Styles trailed off talking to himself. Shallow never looked more perfect ;)
A COUPLE HOURS LATER
"You see, Zayn, I told you she's cute," said Niall, pointing at you. Naïve Niall is so nice, I don't know how anyone could hate on him. One Direction, for that matter.
"Oh hello," said Zayn, with that cheeky smile. Zayn. Malik.
"Oh em gee.. Am I dreaming..?" you breathed aloud, only loud enough for the one-and-only Liam Payne to hear.
"This is the little pretty going on the bus with us?" Leeyum said while pushing your hair away from your face.
"Boys, let's go, NOW before we run late," A small but loud woman yelled. She looked like their producer. *mean* producer.
THIS STORY IS NOT FINISHED.
THIS WAS JUST THE INTRO.
If you liked it, let me know.
I may or may not continue.
Most likely tho :)
~chachi a.k.a. the_natalie_malik
