Dedicating this to Nona since she's phenomeNIALL. :)
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Niall's POV
"Are you having a good time tonight, Toronto?!" I shouted out to the crowd.
As expected, you'd hear our girls to scream out to the top of our lungs.
Adrenaline rush. I said to myself as I start strumming on my guitar and I'm sure I could lose my eardrums with their loudness but I won't complain.
"This next song," Harry trails off. "...is a song written by our amazing friend –I know you knew who he is— Edward Sheeran..."
Louder scream on that cue.
"This is Little Things."
Zayn's solo blends in with my guitar and I started to hear sobs.
We've been touring for a long time and the boys and I noticed this scenario; whenever we're playing this song, almost all in the crowd is crying-singing to it. I wonder how they manage it at all. One time, out of curiosity, Louis asked a fan about it on a meet and greet.
"Oh. The song always touches our hearts whenever we'd listen to it." I remember Nicole –that's her name- explained in behalf of the fandom. "Listening to it makes us special. That's what we want to hear from our boyfriends but you see; they never did. But you lads did that we're very grateful about. And you, singing for us 'live' make us to cry out because we can't contain our feels."
At least we got a clarification about it. So whenever we'd be singing this song, we won't be surprise of the sobbing crowd. I could say it's pretty much amusing but at the same time, flattering to know that we could touch their heart with this song. Ed is really a talented ginger!!
I keep on plucking every string on my guitar as Harry sings his solo. My part is coming when my eyes land to a girl in the front row. She's standing there in awe with her two hands, clasped together near her chest. Her black hair falls perfectly on shoulders and she's listening carefully to every words of the song. The girls around her were definitely sobbing but she just remains silent in her place. Even if she's faraway from where I'm sitting on right now, I could see amazement in her eyes.
My heart started to speed up its pace. She's looking directly at me. But the amazement in her eyes was replaced by a worry look. I know she's watching me carefully. She even tilted her head a little to the side.
"...Niall." I heard Liam who's sitting beside me spoke up.
I look at the lads around me and their all watching me. Louis even shrugged as if he's saying: Now, what?
"Uhm Niall, your turn." Liam told me.
Shoot. I cursed in my head and sing the part I should be singing.
♫ ...treat yourself right, darlin' but I want you to... ♫
I sing out, recovering with my hinder. That's a little awkward, I guess.
As I sing to the last line of my solo, I found myself looking at black-head girl. This time, she was smiling at me. My lips started to twitch upward. I fully gave in to the smile when she raised her right hand for a thumbs-up.
I don't know how it's possible but I'm smiling like an idiot 'til we finish the song.
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♫ And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
YOU ARE READING
Taciturn (Niall Horan)
Fiksi PenggemarCommunication is one way to build up a relationship. But what if the love you thought that exists remains silent? How could you ever tell that you love that person if you can NEVER speak about it? It's TACITURN love, I think.