International Love. ✈ z.h.

two ~ ❝concerts and complications.❞ ✈

Niall

The doorbell rang as I finished getting dressed for the concert, grabbing my keys and wallet before taking one last look in the mirror. I was looking pretty good if I say so myself, grinning as the excitement really began to settle in. I was going to see my idol and actually meet the guy; nothing could put a damper on my mood. I made my way over to the door and furrowed my brows as the doorbell rang again, making me sigh as I yelled a response.

"Coming!" But it kept going, getting even more frequent as my good mood started to fade. I swear, if these two idiots had gotten in a fight on my special day I was gonna blow a fuse. If anything I would just ditch them as a last resort; they could come later when they weren't in a bad mood. I opened the door and scowled as Louis pushed past me, crossing his arms while Harry only shook his head and leaned against the door frame.

"What the hell happened? What's got you both in a sour mood? And you didn't need to ring the bell so many times I heard you." Louis only shrugged as he sighed.

"Well I thought you didn't since you were taking fifty years to answer the sodding door." My brows furrowed as I clenched my fist, approaching Louis who looked more than ready to fight as he stood up.

"Oh I heard you, you twatting—"

"Okay! Why don't we head over to the concert!" Harry intervened, frowning as Louis ignored his words and left the apartment again. Immediately I looked over to Harry, about to ask what had happened before he cut me off and answered what I was thinking.

"I painted the wall the wrong color," That was it? That was why they were in such a sour mood? "So then I got mad and decided to splash the "wrong color" all over the house." Oh. I sighed as I smacked him on the back of the head, earning a yelp as the both of us made our way to the parking lot where Louis had already started the car, Harry sitting in the back while I took the front.

"You're both acting like children; just, put your arguments aside until after the concert? Please?" I begged, watching as Louis snuck a glance in the rearview mirror before turning his nose up and paying attention to the road.

"Fine, only if Harry can keep his idiotic self away from me."

"You know what Louis?"

"What, Harry?"

"If you both don't shut the fuck up I will jump out of this moving car and catch a cab! Enough!" My temper was lost as the both of them huffed and looked away, giving me enough peace to turn on the radio and listen to some music. In no time we'd made it to the venue, Louis parking the car while I passed out the tickets.

"Alright just follow me and we'll be inside in no time! We've got front row I think, so we should hurry before it get's too crowded!" I couldn't contain my excitement as all three of us made our way inside and got our tickets scanned, employee's handing us our VIP lanyards and ushering us inside. It was crowded as I had expected, tons of screaming girls and even boys pushing against each other while we made our way through.

The pushing had gotten so bad that Louis and Harry had ended up linking arms while glaring at each person that wasn't watching where they were going, making me smile as I turned my attention back to where we had to go. Even when arguing the two of them knew when it was the right time to back each other up; it didn't last long though. As soon as I found the spot they'd backed away from each other, still refusing to lock eyes as I rolled my eyes.

Best friends at their finest.

The lights started to dim and my friend's bickering had flown out the window, a loud scream leaving my mouth as the stage lights came on and he walked out on stage. Harry laughed while Louis came next to me and started jumping with me; he wasn't as hardcore as I was when it came to Zayn, but he still thought the man was gorgeous (cause he is). The two of us screamed as he brought the microphone to his lips, waving hello as he stared at each and everyone of us.