Josh
I walked through the crowd with Niall as he made his way to the doors. He had invited Courtney, and hadn't shut up about her since they met. We only stopped to talk to two or three of Niall's mates, and I could tell he was both excited and nervous about Courtney being here. When he saw the door he ran to it, and stood there fumbling with his hands. I walked to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why are you so nervous?" I ask.
"I um... Just... Yeah..."
"Niall, you're a part of the biggest band in the world, and you're nervous about seeing a girl?" I say, trying to bring his courage up. "You could have any girl in the world, and you've chosen her, she should be the nervous one." Niall smiled.
"Thanks." He said
"You're nervous?" A voice said, and Niall squealed and jumped about fifty feet into the air and clutched onto my arm.
"Uh, no!" Niall laughed, letting me go. I coughed, and Niall glared at me. "When did you get here?"
"About five minutes ago, I saw you and Josh over here and came to say hi." Courtney giggled. I almost laughed out loud. That was probably a conversation Niall didn't want her to hear.
"Where did you run off to?" Stella said, coming out of the crowd of people, and her eyes lit up when she saw Niall.
"Hi, Niall!" She said, giving him a hug.
"Oh my gosh, hi Stella!" He said with a grin. She looked up at me and rather than greeting me, just nodded her head. Right, this must have been Clara's band.
"I love your costume, Niall." Courtney grinned.
"Really?" Niall said, his voice cracking. Of course, the Irish boy had dressed up as none other than a leprechaun. "I - um... I like yours, too." He said honestly, blushing.
"Stellaaaaa!" A voice yelled over the music, and within seconds, someone had run over and crashed straight into Stella, knocking her backwards.
"Harryyyy!" She yelled a reply, giving him a hug. So Clara was the bitch, Stella was the slut, and Courtney was...
"Niall, do you want a drink?" She asked. Courtney was the drunk, I should have known.
"Sure." He smiled, and led her over to the bar. By now, I had no idea where Stella had vanished to, so I made my way over to the bar. I grabbed a glass of water - I wasn't in the mood for drinking - and sat down at a booth, and regretted it almost instantly. Clara was sitting right there, opposite me. My mind was telling me to run, get away from her - but my body had other plans. I stayed there and crossed my arms, frowning at her.
"Well, if it isn't the drummer for the best band in the world." Clara said, examining her fingernails.
"If it isn't the bitch of her group." I said, trying not to seem annoyed by any of her statements.
"Do you know what I think?" Clara asked, but she didn't stop to let me say something nasty like 'You're thinking of leaving now?' "I think we should get over ourselves and at least pretend to get along, at least until this collaboration is over."
"What's the point in that?" I question, leaning back in my seat, looking like I didn't care.
"The point is that at least my band mates - and the boys you work for," She smirked at saying this, making me feel worse. "Won't feel so awkward that two of their people hate one another."
"Fine." I growl. "But know I'm only doing it for the boys."
A/N;
Just a little GIF of the cutie we all know as Josh Devine on the side...
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Once
أدب الهواةOnce, I was young, and very beautiful, with a very sexy boyfriend. Once, we were both in bands, and each had millions of adoring fans. Once, we were so happy we thought no one, no thing could touch us...