Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 25: 1234

Brielle’s P.O.V.

I stood on stage with my guitar, singing a Plain White T’s song, Hey There Delilah. I had recently rediscovered them, so now they were all I listened to.

“A thousand miles seems pretty far but they’ve got planes and trains and cars I’ll walk to you if I had no other way,” I sang.

As I started the next line, I gritted my teeth in pain, but continued. I met Niall’s eyes, as he was sitting in the audience, and he looked concerned. He demanded on coming to take care of me, but all it really did was freak me out.  I mean, here he was, a super-famous singer, watching me, a barely-scrape-by singer from Starbucks.

I finished the song with a smile, although I was in pain.

“Now, we’ll take a little break,” I announced, and walked off the stage.

Niall met me in my little warm-up room almost as soon as I got there.

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately.

“I’m fine,” I said. “Just a little cramps.”

As soon as this sentence left my mouth, I doubled over in pain. I hate my period with a passion. The first two days, all I have is terrible cramps then I’m fine.  But I had to perform today, and I wasn’t going to pass up another chance to sing. Plus, I was getting paid for this. I wasn’t going to let some blood get in my way.

Niall guided me to a chair. “You can’t sing like this.”

“I was doing just fine,” I groaned.

“That was before you started cramping,” Niall said.

Sometimes, I really hate logic. “Fine. But now what are we going to do?”

“Well,” Niall said a glimmer in his eye.

I didn’t like that shine. “What are you planning, Horan?”

“What if I sang like two songs to end the show?” he asked.

I contemplated this.  “Well, I guess,” I said uncertainly. “But I’m watching you.”

“Deal,” Niall helped guide me up.

I settled myself in a chair in the back. Niall climbed onstage with my guitar to many cries of “where’s Brielle?” or “this guy can’t sing!”

Niall just smiled. “Hi, I’m Niall. Brielle’s not feeling too well, so she asked me to sing a couple songs to end the show. First, I’m going to sing The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by the Script.”

Niall started strumming the familiar chords, and I was impressed with his song choice. He was sticking to my plan of bands like The Script, The Fray, Coldplay, and Plain White T’s.

“So I’m not moving,” he sang. “I’m not moving.”

I started to smile as he sang the next line.

“Going back to the corner where I first saw you gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I’m not gonna move,” Niall finished the song.

Everyone clapped very enthusiastically. One thing I’ve learned about these people, they will clap for you even if you sound like a dying whale. I swear, they must be hopped up on coffee.

“Next is Rhythm of Love by the Plain White T’s,” Niall said.

This was one of my favorites by them.  I liked it because it reminded me of Niall and me.

  “My heads stuck in the clouds. She begs me to come down,” Niall sang. He was staring directly at me. “Says boy, quit foolin’ around. I told her, I love the view from up here.  The warm sun and wind in my ear. We’ll watch the world from above as it sways to the rhythm of love.”