"Oh, come on! We met yesterday in the freaking hotel! I really need to prove to you that I'm with them again?" I groan, staring at the same guard who gave me trouble in the hotel just yesterday. My hand is on my forehead as I watch him inspect my pass, as if I somehow forged it. He watched me come into the venue with the guys just this morning. I swear, he just hates me.
He hands me back my pass and allows me backstage again, and I grumble a thanks. The concert is now over, but there is still such a high energy throughout the whole place. It wasn't my first concert ever, but it was my first One Direction concert. The fans out there are just wild, but it made the whole experience much more fun.
I walk down a few corridors, finding my way back to where the boys are. I find the room with the red, worn out couch and five sweat covered guy in it. They're all talking and laughing, while taking swigs of water every few seconds.
I take one small glance at the one with the curls before diverting my attention quickly. I enjoyed the concert, but I got distracted a lot thinking about what happened between us earlier.
"Hey!" Niall waves at me, perking up a little more.
"You did amazing out there!" I grin, holding my arms out wide open. If it weren't for the fact that I grew up around him getting sweaty from football, I probably would cringe if he went to hug me. I can't resist hugging my best friend tightly, proud of him.
"Alright guys, it's about time to leave. Are we covering this girl's face up again or no?" one of the guards ask, gesturing to me. I'm slightly taken back by his choice of words, and he just stares at me and Niall, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah."
"No."
"What do you mean no?" Niall asks, not liking my answer one bit.
"Walking in here with a towel over my head, and trusting someone to guide me was not fun. You almost made me fall!" I declare, refusing to let it happen again. It sounds so weird, arguing to have a towel put over my head or not, but it was his idea so people wouldn't bother me. At this point, I don't really care. What's the worst that anyone will do?
"I don't want them taking pictures of you." he mutters, voice lowering. Niall rarely gets mad, but now he's getting mad.
"It's going to happen eventually within the next two weeks that I'm here. I'm not doing this everyday. I experienced it once, and it will not happen again." I stand my ground.
"For Pete's sake, is it a yes or no?" the guard interrupts us both, louder than before. Niall looks agitated, but this guard looks worst. I shake my head, answering 'no' to his question, and head over towards the other guys who had already started making their way towards the exit.
"At least put these on." Niall grumbles, following behind me. I turn around to see him holding out his ray bans and just grab them, so I don't piss him off even more. I slide them on over my eyes as we make our way out the door, my eyes trying to focus on wearing sunglasses in a dark setting.
Another door is pushed open, and I feel someone put their hand on my back to escort me out. In that one second, darkness turns into a bunch of bright flashing lights, and my eyes immediately advert to the ground. I tense up slightly at the sound of girls screaming the boys' names and paparazzi yelling out random questions.
One of the questions sounds like they are asking who I am, which I know someone asked earlier when leaving the hotel. That time though, I had a towel over my head. I'm finally pushed into a van and I take a deep breath as Niall squeezes in next to me and slams the door shuts. The screams are now muffled, but the flashing lights are still bright as anything.
The driver tries to pull away, some of the paparazzi and fans blocking the way, forcing him to honk. I glance around, slightly nervous, as the crowd is worst than it was when we left the hotel. It looks like we're going to run someone over.
"This is fucking insane." I mumble quietly.
"This isn't even the worst." one of the guys laugh behind me. The car finally clears through everyone and turns onto an actual road, booking it out of this venue's lot.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around, to see my phone being held up to my face. "I believe this is yours." Harry flashes me a smile, and I'm instantly reminded that I still have his phone in my purse. After what happened earlier, he ran off and the only time I saw him since was when he was performing and when he was with the guys, waiting to go.
I grab his phone from my purse and switch them with him, thanking him shyly. I face forward again as Niall starts talking about something, and my mind instantly dozes off to what had happened earlier. My heart races for a second at the thought of how fast and hot it was. My mind is running in circles after that.
My phone buzzes and I look down to see a random number on my screen. I open up the message, only to see that I had sent the text first saying 'Hey'. Clearly, I did not personally send that text message to them. I look at the text from them to see:
'We need to talk about that kiss..'
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
