Chapter 8: Nobody Else
Niall's POV (Before the Blackout):
I kept my eyes on a blonde swaying along to the music. It was rather hard to see her since the place lacked light. It was absolutely new to me. I mean, I see lots of beautiful girls in concerts but her. . .she just seems special, one of a kind.
It was as if nobody else was in the room except for her and I, like the world only revolved around the two of us. Cheesy, I know, but it's the truth. It would seem impossible for anyone to catch my eye in such a large place but this girl had a strong presence. It's hard not to notice her.
I watched as she gripped her head in what looked like pain. She brought her hand to her face and then she tumbled down. A beautiful brunette looked at her helplessly.
"Help them!" I shouted to anyone backstage. I didn't know who she is yet and I am already worrying about her.
It wasn't long before one of our security guards picked her up and guided her and her friend backstage so they could take care of them.
I kept my eyes glued to the spot where she stood before, a furious redhead pushed through all the girls and picking up what seemed as a purple cellphone. You didn't need to look at her closely to know she was mad.
From what I could tell, she was wearing a crop top (that revealed too much if you asked me), ripped short shorts and probably some heels.
She was still glaring at her phone, then she slided it to the stage and looked at Louis. She was probably hoping he would pick up her phone.
I saw Louis heading for it but I ran in front of him, putting an arm around his shoulder and distracting him. Then I pushed the phone off the stage with my foot. I didn't want Louis to end up with a girl like that. After everything that has happened, he deserves a nice girlfriend. Maybe someone even better than Eleanor. (A/N: I don't have anything against Elounor, I ship them hard but I had to do it for the sake of this book. SO SORRY!)
Liam spoke to the audience about the current situation then we headed backstage to meet the girls.
We talked to the brunette for a bit and learned their names. Afterwards, we decided to go on with the concert. We can't let one little glitch like this affect the concert, our fans deserve this. Or even someting better than this. I wish we could give them what they want, but due to management always being up our asses, we unfortunately can't stay with them for long.
Management sucks.
Everything we do, they interfere. It's really hard to be ourselves when we have to do everything they say. Sometimes it sucks having this life but most of the time I am absolutley blown away by everything I could do. And everything my fans can do for me.
That's why I'm so incredibly grateful about all the things I've received. As Zayn would say, Enjoy the Rollercoaster that is life. And my life, has been one heck of a ride. And to think, this is just the beginning.
Aye, I'm not going to start getting all sappy and emotional on my part, but all I've said was true.
Anyways, we continued with the concert but all I could think about was the blonde-headed girl backstage probably still out cold. I wonder what colour her eyes are. Or where she is from, if her voice sounds as angelic as I think. Or if her smile can make guys fling their underwear across the room. What, too literal?
I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I actually stop in the middle of my solo. Zayn nudges my side and I continue singing.
Anthea's her name.
Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.
Oh God, I am so cheesy.
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HELLO MY LOVELIES!!!
You look so fine today. Mhmm.
Anyways, thanks for all the support and once again, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE PART WITH ELEANOR! They're really cute together but I really needed to do that. I have nothing against them, I actually ship them. Hard.
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~HSK
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