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one ~ ❝tickets and videos.❞ ✈

Niall

I huffed as Harry sat on my bed with my guitar in his hand, long fingers lazily strumming all six strings as he watched me struggle with my tripod for the camera.

"I already told you to get a new one, dork. That one's ancient."

"Like your face; you could at least try to help me."

"Nah, I enjoy the pout that stems from your suffering," He grinned, making me roll my eyes as I shook my head. I was starting to second guess having Harry come along and sing my song for me instead of Louis; the boy had a mouth but at least he knew when to keep it shut. "Tell me why I'm here again when I should be with Louis?" Harry stuck out his tongue while I finally got the tripod to stand upright with my camera on top, turning around and placing my hands on my hips.

"At this point I'm wishing that I'd called Louis instead of you. At least he doesn't complain; look you'll be out of here as soon as you finish the song! Then I can edit the video in peace and you can go back to helping Louis pick out the color paint to use to finally paint the rooms in your house." It was his turn to roll his eyes as he put the guitar down and sat upright.

"Niall, why don't you just sing the song yourself? I know that you're shy, but all that's here is me and the camera; and I've heard you sing plenty of times." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I bit my lip.

"It's not that simple, Harry. It's weird how I'd managed to even be able to speak to the camera without stuttering like an idiot. Singing...that's different. It just makes me anxious that's all." His look of annoyance changed to sympathy as he sighed.

"I...I know, I'm sorry Niall. I just want you to be able to gain confidence in yourself, that's all. You're popular and people love you on your channel; I'm sure that they won't ever judge you on your singing." I could only shrug as I thought about his words; sure, I had a large following and yeah, they all supported me in what I do. But there was always that one critic, the one that found joy in tearing my entire being down.

I know people say to ignore it, that they have nothing better to do than tear me down for their own pleasure but, it's hard when you try to think about why somebody would try to say something so negative when you haven't done anything wrong. At least, I don't think I did. All of this thinking made me change my mind about the video, shaking my head while I looked over to Harry.

"You know what, I'll just do a storytime video instead, no big deal. Don't worry and go help out Louis, okay?" He stood there, a little unsure about what I'd just said but nonetheless nodded. It was better for me to be left alone right now. So he ruffled my hair with his large hand and sent me a big smile, telling me to call him later as he grabbed his car keys and made his way out the door.

With that I turned on the camera and made sure it was recording, seating myself on my bed and sitting cross legged while biting my lip. This was my career, and I love what I do...but sometimes I felt that my mental illness won me over a lot more than the fans that got me to where I am today. But I didn't have time to think about that now; I sucked it up and put on a big smile, hiding who I was behind the lense as I started to talk.

Zayn

Sitting in the limo I kept pressing the reload button on my Youtube, impatiently waiting for my favorite Youtuber to upload one of his videos. He said on twitter that he was going to upload today so...where is it? I'd been a fan of his since he uploaded his first video a few years back; of course, nobody knew that. All of my accounts concerning my private life were secret; with half the stuff I liked on my Youtube I'd be royally screwed by the press if they found out that it was me.

"Zayn? We'll be arriving to the venue soon so, be prepared son," I nodded towards my security guard and looked back to see the little notification sign on my profile, smiling when I saw that Niall had finally uploaded the video. I pressed play and made sure my headphones were plugged in, leaning back and chuckling when I saw his little introduction screen. Although when he was on screen his eyes were puffy, almost like he had been crying as he waved and launched into his usual story.

It was odd; normally he was all preppy and happy but something about him was just...off. Oh, who am I kidding; I'm acting like I've known the guy for my entire life when really I've only seen him through a computer screen. He was rambling about how he was at his mom's house and she received a strange death threat on her phone, laughing about how she immediately called the cops and told them that if they didn't take care of it, she would.

No wonder he's got a bit of backbone to him; his mom sounds like a total bad ass. Just as I was enjoying the video the car door opened, my head security guard Mike sending me a look of confirmation as I nodded and put my phone away. He ushered me out of the limo and immediately I was greeted with flashing lights from the cameras and the screams of fans, running a hand through my hair and fixing my coat as Mike and the others helped me down the walkway.

Sure the life of a popstar seemed fun; flashing lights, money, fame. But after a while it get's boring, and I never really thought about it until the more famous I became. Watching Niall made me remember what it was like to be normal; I mean I'm sure he gets stopped on the street by his own fans and could end up with a mob of his own, but he still had that normal life with his parents and friends that he occasionally did videos with it.

I rarely ever got to see my parents due to all the traveling that I do. I don't know, I try not to think too much about it, but sometimes I just wish I could put my life on pause; that I didn't have to live this life for a few days. I know; such a pipe dream to come from me.

Niall

"Come on you lacking piece of shit, load!" I was probably breaking my computer from the amount of times I was clicking on it but I didn't care. This competition was to make sure that I won tickets to go see Zayn fucking Malik and of course my computer decides to lag in the worst possible way. I had bit my lip so hard from being anxious that I tasted iron, wincing at my use of force and then stopping when I looked at the screen that had finally refreshed.

I screamed when I saw the results, uncontrolled tears flowing down my cheeks as I cried. I had won three tickets along with backstage passes to see him! My idol! My one and only! I printed out the tickets and excitedly jumped on the bed, pausing when I heard the bed frame crack. Oh well, it's something I could easily fix. The most important part was that I had won tickets that would normally cost almost three thousand dollars in total; Louis and Harry better appreciate me after this!

I picked up my cell phone and called Harry; as expected both boys were on the line, asking what was the issue while I huffed.

"Do you guys always think there's something wrong when I call?"

"Niall, the only times you call us is when there is something wrong. Now spit it out dork," I frowned at Harry's voice while Louis only laughed, making me smirk as I huffed.

"Well if you're going to insult me then I guess you don't want to see Zayn perform tonight downtown." Their laughter stopped, Louis' voice ringing through as he took over the phone.

"Shut the fuck up, you're joking right? Niall that's not funny."

"I'm not! I got us three tickets and backstage passes! Entering competitions for tickets helps, you know."

"Okay but those are so rare to win though! Holy fuck, I have to get ready; text me the times and Harry and I will meet you there!"

"Who said I was going—ow!" I chuckled as I heard Louis smack Harry, the two boys bickering before they hung up the phone call. I excitedly put my phone down and rushed to get ready; I am his biggest fan after all. I had every album, single, and poster that I could get my hands on; I even bought his cologne that he released with each album.

To say that I was dedicated is an understatement; but it didn't matter, he had no idea who I was. Well he was about to find out tonight that's for sure, and with that motivation to myself I smiled as I turned on the shower and got ready to see him live.

a.n.

listen i'm going through the old version and rewriting it as i go, and rereading my old stuff...guys i was so fucking extra i'm cringing at my old stuff i'm so glad my writing has improved LMAO

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