"..Thank you all, and goodnight!" I scream into the mic, and then bounding my way down the stairs and off the stage.
Performing gives you such a rush!
I was handed a towel and water bottle, moments after coming off stage. I mumble a 'thanks' and continue walking towards my dressing room.
"Y/n!" I look around, my eyes landing on a blonde-haired blue eyed leprechaun, "Y/n, you were amazing!"
I run over, jumping into his arms, "Thanks Ni! That means a lot! I'm glad you enjoyed the show."
He grins widely, "I sure did enjoy the view," I blush slightly, grabbing his arm and pulling him along, "Where are we going?"
"You don't expect me to go back to the hotel all sweaty do you?" He nods no, "Good," I grin, "These clothes are far to uncomfortable anyways."
I let go of his arm, but continue to walk through the hallways.
I was approached by a very broad framed man in a black suit, "No boys allowed in the dressing room Y/n, you know this."
I roll my eyes, "Alright John chillout. I'm not changing just grabbing my bags and sitting down until the car arrives. Nothings going to happen. Besides he can come in. I'm 19 now."
He turns away rolling his eyes and annoyed, but continues down the hallway, "He's a control freak don't worry about it."
"Dad?"
"Uncle," I correct, opening the door, "I'd get your butt in here before he comes back."
Nialls looks back down the hallway and struts in, looking around, "Wow,"
"What," I ask. I slip off my jacket and walk into the small bathroom.
"It's nicer then my bedroom in here."
I laugh slightly, "Same, can you hand my sweats?"
He leans across the couch, grabbing the material and tossing them to me. I mumble a thanks and slide my jeans off slipping my sweats on.
"Oh god," I glance over at Niall. He's shielding his eyes, "I get why he says no boys in the room now."
I laugh loudly, throwing my pants on to a rack and then jumping on to the couch, "My pants were off for like two seconds you big goon. You can uncover your eyes."
He moves two fingers slowly apart, taking in my appearance before dropping his arms to his side. He slides into the seat beside me and sighs, "How do you do it?"
I raise an eyebrow, "Do what?"
"Not faint at the sight of that many people?"
I smile low and lay back as well, "I'm not sure. It's terrifying before the show, I'm a nervous wreck. But once I get through a song and I hear the crowd chanting out the lyrics with me something magical happens. It might just be the adrenaline or something like that, but," I stop, listening to his small intakes of breath. Thinking about what I should say next.
"But..?"
