Something in the Mist. [Niall Horan fanfic]

3. Plans.

Nialls POV.

"Thank you so much London, you are amazing!" Liam shouted through his microphone. The crowd of fans screamed as a response.

"We are so lucky to have you,  you're always behind our backs and-" Harry started, but couldn't finish. 

"Even when Harry tweets stuff only he understands!" I laughed.

"You're the one to talk Irish!" Harry said and laid his arm around my shoulder. The fans shouted because of the so called "Narry" moment. I could imagine this going up on tumblr the next day. "You always misspell things, I think that's called typos, isn't it?" He asked the fans. They all screamed. 

"I think they understand when I tweet that they are the best fans in the world, because that's more than true!"

"Thank you for having us tonight, we love you!" Zayn screamed. "And hopefully we'll see you all soon!" And by that, the band played a few chords, smoke came up on the stage and we dramatically went of the stage. The fans were screaming louder than ever. As fast as we were backstage I jumped on Liam's back. 

"That was amazing!" I exclaimed loudly. 

"Good job boys, the fans loved it, as usual", Bill Harris, a guy who worked at Modest! Management, said. "Now get to the bus and get some sleep. You'll be needing it since we're going to record a few songs for the album tomorrow morning."

We all grunted loudly. Don't get me wrong, recording for the new album was so much fun, the new songs were really, really good. But when we were out touring we only got a few hours sleep per night. It was really hard, since singing on stage took so much energy. After a performance, and after all the adrenaline was gone. All you want to do is sleep. 

As we got to the bus we all laid down in our bunks, but none of fell asleep. We were like five teenagers on a sleepover. We could not shut up, at least not right after a performance. Too much adrennaline. 

"Did you see how many bras we got thrown up at the stage tonight?" Liam asked.

"I know! It's just crazy. Why are they doing it anyways? I mean, do they want us to wear them, or...?" Louis said. We all started laughing. 

"Yeah, let's take the bras from the next show, and upload a picture on twitter with us wearing them. The girls would get crazy", Harry said. 

"We would be banned as a band", Zayn laughed.

"I'm pretty sure we already are", Liam said which made us all laugh.

"Lads!" Paul said, stepping into the bunk room. "Why aren't you asleep yet?" He said seriously.

"I would like to see you sleep after getting bras thrown at you", Louis said, which made us all laugh even harder.

Paul gave us a confusing look. "Anyways, go get some sleep now. You need to wake up in three hours."

As usual, we stayed up another hour and that made its impact. When we woke up again we were far from our giggly selves from a couple hours ago. It felt like a rainy cloud had taken over my brain. I could not think straight and I was scared of sitting since I knew that I would fall asleep in one second. I was actually pretty sure I would fall asleep standing. The other boys wasn't feeling any better. Harry's hair was all over the place, even more than usual. Louis walked around mumbling that he never would've auditioned for X-factor, Liam tried to keep up with our vocal coach, but even he couldn't manage and was soon snoring with his head on Zayn's shoulder, who was also half-sleeping.

Alex, our vocal coach clapped his hands loudly, which made us all open our eyes. "Concentrate guys and you can go to sleep in just an hour!" He said angrily, he didn't seem to be so happy about recording four in the morning too. "The next song we will be recording is Midnight Memories. I need you all on the bridge."

"Wait..." Louis said with a raspy voice. "How did the bridge go again?" Usually, Louis were joking around, but definetly not right now.

Alex sighed loudly. "Are you serious? We have been practising this song for days!"

"It's pretty hard rembering anything this early. I'm pretty sure I don't even remember my mum's name right now." Harry said and leaned against a wall, with his eyes closed. 

**

Meredith's POV.

"Okay, let's see here. They have a show in London today and tomorrow. I need to get to one of those", I said, scrolling the internet. 

"And how are you supposed to do that, the shows have been sold out in months!" Julie said, laying on my couch with a Cadbury's chocolate bar in her hand.

"And what are you planning to do?" Gabrielle asked. "Expecting him to see you in the crowd and be like 'aha, I made you pregnant!' ?" 

"Please guys, no ones more stressed about this than me. I need to see him and explain this situation. And it would be easy if he wasn't so darn famous!" I said angrily. 

"Maybe..." Gabrielle said. "I know this guy-"

"And by know you mean you've slept with him", Julie said.

"Of course", Gabrielle said, which made me and Julie giggle. "And I'm pretty sure he works in the O2 arena, I can check with him and see if we can get tickets."

"Yes! Please do!" I begged.

"I'll call him", she said and picked up her phone from the brown coffee table and walked out of the room.

"And then?" Julie asked and took a big bite of the chocolate bar and handed it over to me. I took a big bite as well. "What are you going to do?"

I sighed. "No idea, I guess I need to talk some security guard and ask if I can meet him. But they'll obviously think that I'm another crazy fan."

"Mere, don't you think it'll be easier if you just forget about him. Make an abortion and this will be out of this world. It will be so much easier."

"I'm pregnant Julie, with Niall Horan's child. How do you expect me to forget about that. He needs to know. He might not care, or he might not be able to do something. But atleast he'll know."

"You're right, you're the one who should be making these decisions. And I'll support you in everything you do", she said and laid her head on my shoulder.

"Thank you."

Gabrielle came into the livingroom again, with a huge grinn on her face.

"I got tickets!"