Nacho Average One Direction Story

Game Changer

Tuesday

HARRY STYLES POV

"Her name is Macey-"

"I knew it! I knew it I knew it I knew it!" Louis cheered and he stood up and in a celebratory dance hip thrusted in a circle.

"We all knew that. Harry told us her name," Niall bursted Louis's bubble.

"Whatever."

"Her name is Macey Grier. She's a year my junior. Funny story, actually, I met her once at a concert, then again running from fans."

LIAM PAYNE POV

I gulped down the water handed to me as we finished our last song. I was sweating through all my clothes. Every. Single. Layer. Of. Clothing. "I've gotta go get air!" I exclaimed.

"Liam," one of my bodyguards reprimanded as I headed out the back way.

"I'll be fine. I'll holler if anything goes wrong." I left out the door before the could reply. When I finally made it outside, I put my hands on the top of my head and breathed in the early May air. It was almost cold but not quite.

That concert was the beginning of the end. The end of our tour. I was glad the last few shows were all in or around London. It makes it homey. After this we had three full months of vocal rest. We had been singing tirelessly for a while now, and I was happy to have a break. Soon Niall would go back to Ireland. Harry is going to get into trouble in America with his aunt, uncle, and cousins. Louis will go places with Eleanor. Nobody ever knows where Zayn is going. And I'll stay here. As always. Being the responsible one. Being the steady one. Sometimes I wanted to be reckless. Only once.

And that's how I decided to kidnap a fan. Just kidding. But I did go for a run, though. Into the field behind the arena.

"No, I swear this is safe," I heard a girl's voice and I dove behind a tree.

"Lash, this is the opposite of safe. The literal antonym of the word safe. This is dangerous," This second girl's voice sounded American.

Two girls emerged from behind a bush. They were both wearing concert tees. I was suddenly wishing I had not declined my bodyguard's attempts to join me on my excursion.

As I stepped farther into the tree, a twig snapped under my foot. I winced as the girls stopped walking.

"I heard something," the second one said.

"Mace, you're just being paranoid because we aren't supposed to be doing this and that makes you uncomfortable. Remember that one time at band camp-"

"We agreed not to talk about that!" The second girl, I guess her name is Mace, hissed. The other girl shut up pretty fast. I stifled a laugh. All good stories start out with, "Remember that one time at band camp...."

"Wait, did you hear that?" The first girl, Lash? Said.

"Yeah I did. It was a sniggle."

"How many times have I told you that you cant combine snicker and giggle. How many times."

"Forty-two," Mace said, sounding ashamed.

"I bet it's Harry Styles. Hiding out there making noises. He's going to try to kidnap me."

"Yeah, and Liam Payne is going to jump out from behind a tree and hand me money."

"Hi girls," I said as I spun quite gracefully out of my hiding tree. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a few notes. "Who is Mace?" I inquired the shocked girls. They were both frozen. The one on the right looked like she might start screaming her head off. The one to the left looked like she had seen a ghost. The pale one pointed at herself. "Here you go," I handed her the money. And started walking back.