Love In the Niall River *Completed*

The Concert Pt. 1

Sam:

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I declared from behind the couch, undoing my belt buckle and sliding my pants off. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now hurry up." Ky demanded impatiently from the other side of the couch. "And why'd you even bother to go behind the couch?" She asked, before I flung my jeans over the barrier at her. However, it didn't even faze her. "Well... What if someone walks in?" I asked in return, pulling my head over the couch and grabbing the jeans on the coffee table in front of me. "Yeah right." Ky snorted, tapping her heels against the ground. "Now hurry up, Louis needs his pants before the concert."

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain how I got into my current...predicament.

-12:00 this morning-

Niall opened the door to my room cautiously, before he flopped down on my bed beside me. "What cha doing?" He asked sweetly, wrapping his arms around my waist. I sighed heavily. "Reading. What do you need, Ni?" I asked emotionlessly.

I don't like it when people invade my private time. Especially when I've been around people for too long. "Well, now that you mention it.... Willyoupleasecometoourconcerttonightsowecanannouncewe'regettingengaged?" He asked in a rush of words.

I blinked. "You want me to go to your concert tonight so we can announce we're getting engaged?" I asked dubiously, raising an eyebrow. "Will you?" Niall begged, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I thought it over, pursing my lips, before I shrugged. "Sure."

He grinned, pecking me on the lips before he made his way to the door. "You'll need to get ready in about an hour. Now, I'll let you get back to your book." He smiled, closing the door. The second he was gone, I did a facepalm.

"What am I gonna wear?!" I asked myself, before shrugging again and going back to my book. It can wait an hour. Besides, it won't really matter...right?

-5:15,45 minutes before showtime-

"YOU STAINED YOUR PANTS?!?!" Ky shrieked, her fingers in her hair. Louis looked sheepish, rubbing his shoes against the carpet. "Oopsies...?" He tried, but Ky was boiling over.

"You can't go onstage like that, it looks terrible. And where am I supposed to find you pants now?!" Ky demanded, before glancing over at me.

Her scowl faded, turning into her thoughtful face. "Sam... What size are those?"

I looked down at my red skinny jeans and shrugged. "Largeish?" I guessed, before Ky clapped. "Ok, here's what we'll do. Louis and Sam, switch pants."

-Back to now, 10 minutes before showtime-

"Happy?" I asked, emerging from behind the couch. Ky nodded, before opening the door, throwing my pants into the room across the hall and closing the door. "Very. Now go!" She declared, pushing me towards where the rest of the gang was.

I wandered through the hall, unaware of my surroundings until I ran into a wall. "Ow." I said, pulling myself out of the wall. I continued to walk along without a second glance, even though I thought I had heard snickering....

"I'M BACK!!! I declared, making what I considered a grand entrance into the room. "SAM!!! I missed you so much!" Niall cried, slamming into me with the strength of a bear.

I now know why they call it a bear hug. Except if a bear were to hug you, there's a 75% chance it would maul you. I've actually had cases of people suing zoos/private animal places for the bear mauling.

Why would you even hug a bear anyways? Doesn't make sense....

I snapped back to The Now when I heard Ky say "showtime".

"Bye Niall! See you soon!" I said cheerfully, before I stiffly fell onto the couch beside Tori. "How'd they react?" I asked, my voice coming out muffled. Not surprising, considering I had most of my face smothered in pillow. "Surprised. I can't believe you and Louis wear the same size jeans!" Tori replied, clearly trying not to laugh.

"What can I say? All the fat I consume goes to my thighs." I shrugged, before sitting up. "You know what the best way to end a children's book is?" I asked excitedly, changing the subject. "No. What?" Tori asked, clearly humoring me at this point.

"Jackass." I said without skipping a beat.

Tori stared at me. "I beg your pardon?!" She asked, but her tone wasn't exactly forgiving.

"That's the best way to end the book! With one of the characters saying,"It's a book, jackass."! Duh!" I said as if it was rhetorical.

Tori just continued to stare at me, so I added,"He is saying it to a donkey."

"That's not a good way to end a book!" Tori sputtered, and I shrugged.

"Say what you like, I thought it was freaking hilarious."

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Yes, I said jackass. Yes, Rissaboo, you're gonna be ticked. But at least I -unlike SOME people- haven't ever dropped the F-Bomb while trying to give a pep talk.

Cough.

BTW: That's actually how the book ended.

Mouse to Donkey: It's a book, jackass.

I don't actually swear a lot, so don't think Imma burst into a cussing spree. My language is practically the opposite of a sailor's, thank you very much.

Part Two will be up tommorow-ish.

MADI