Something in the Mist. [Niall Horan fanfic]

4. The Magic of Bras.

Meredith's POV.

"Oh my god!" I squealed and started to jump up and down.

"But there's a catch, Ivan, that's his name, could only score one", Gabrielle said.

"But I can't go without you", I said.

"Looks like you have to"; Gabrielle said and put her hands on her waist. "Usually you would not have a chance getting tickets the same day as the concert, but Ivan had one at home, he got it since he works at the arena. He doesn't like One Direction though and did not plan on going, so he agreed on giving it away."

"What am I going to do then?" I asked her. "How the hell am I going to make him notice me", I said and burried my face in my hands. Julie laid her arms around me. 

"It's going to be just fine", she said even though I didn't believe her.

"And to the more important stuff. The concert is tonight and you need something cute to wear! Let's have a look in your wardrobe."

We walked into my small room and Gabrielle opened my wardrobe and a few t-shirt immediatley fell at her. I was a very messy person, and my wardrobe looked like a bomb had exploded there, so everytime I opened it a few clothes fell over me. 

"God Mere, would it hurt to tidy once in a while?" Gabrielle grunted while she put back the black and blue t-shirts that had fell on her. Me and Julie started to giggle and sat down on my bed. Gabrielle went through my wardrobe and put some clothes she approved on my desk. 

"How about this", Julie said after a moment of thinking. "You throw a bra up to the stage that has your number in it and a little note that says 'Hey! Not sure if you remember me but three weeks ago we met a Funky Buddha and I'm now pregnant with your child. Please call me."

"Jules", I sighed and laid down. "He'll think I'm a crazy fan. And I bet he doesn't remember a thing from that night. Both of us were super drunk."

"But you rememberd."

"That's because I'm pregnant with his child."

"But you remembered him the day after, and he walked out from your flat after all. I don't think he was still drunk, I know he remembers you!"

"Then why hasn't he tried to get in touch with me? Why hasn't he knocked on my door? It's like he just want to forget about that night", I said and felt a few tears streaming down the cheeks.

"After a one night stand you never talk with eachother again, ask me, I've experienced it a lot. I'm not complaining though, some of the guys I have hooked up with are complete arses. That's the thing with one night stands, the point is to have sex and never see each other again", Gabrielle said and sat down next to me and started playing with my hair.

"Well that's stupid", I murmured. We all stayed quiet for a while, I was still processing all this and tried to remember how I would make him remember me. "Gabrielle, look through my underwear and pick out my hottest bra, me and Jules will write a letter to him."

"Yes!" Julie said and hugged me. Gabrielle started laughing and went to look through my underwear. After 15 minutes we had taped a little note in a really pink lace bra from Victorias Secret. On the note it said:

"Hi Niall. This may sound crazy and you maybe don't remember this but three weeks ago we met at a club (Funky Buddha) and we went home to my flat. I'm now pregnant with your child. 

I know you probably think I'm just a crazy fan, but I know you remember deep down. Please call me,

Meredith Swayer." 

Below my name I had written my phone number. I sighed nervously. "What if this doesn't work, what if the management takes everything that is being thrown up at the stage and Niall will never know."

"Well, let's hope they actually take the bras themselves. And come on, which teenage boys don't like to recieve bras", Gabrielle said.

Two hours later I was on the underground wearing a Gabrielle approved outfit, dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a lilac print, my leather jacket and a pair of white converse. It wasn't a very special outfit, I usually wore clothes like this. When Gabrielle had showed me a tight, black dress that I had got for my 18th birthday (and that had never been used) and black stiletto shoes I said no right away. After a while she finally agreed to let me wear this outfit. Even though she said it was boring and plain. 

I took a deep breath and tried not to think about the really pink bra I had in my bag. This is it, I thought as I placed my hands on my stomach. There was a tiny little fetus in there, who's dad had no idea it existed.

**

Nialls POV.

"One, two, three, we push!" All the five of us said as we stood in a circle. We looked eachother in the eyes. London was one of my favourite places to have a show in, not only did I live here, it was also usually the first stop of our tour, which means that everyone were really excited, not only the people in the crowd. Also the people on the internet, I think they were really excited for videos and pictures etc. The crew and of course us, the band, were really all excited. 

We walked out on the stage and the fans screamed like never before. 

"Hello London!!" Louis shouted. 

"How lovely to be here again!" Harry shouted as well.

After a few songs and many laughs the lights went a bit darker and we all sat down. Zayn started to sing the first verse of Little Things and the crowd started to wave with their phones and lightsticks. Suddenly a bra flew up on the stage. It was quite funny, usually the fans threw up the bras during What Makes You Beautiful or Live While We're Young. The bra landed right infront of me, I looked at it and laughed. It was a pink, lace bra. It looked good. Why would someone waste a bra to throw it on us. We didn't have any use of them. But, as Harry had said yesterday, maybe we should take them and post them on twitter. I grabbed it and noticed that it was a note inside. I started reading and was left speechless. I could barely sing the chorus, which made the guys give me confusing looks.

Suddenly it all came back to me. The way we talked by the bar and ordered way too many drinks, the way she whispered in my ear, asking me if I wanted to go to her flat. The way we escaped the paparazzi on our way to a cab. Her white sheets with tiny roses on them. The only thing was, I did not remember how she looked. I had been too drunk to even notice what hair color she had. What an arse I was. 

When my verse began I started singing, but I wasn't as good as I used to be. I messed up with the lines and sang in the wrong key. I could see Liam looking at me and mouthed "what are you doing?" I looked at the note in my hand.

Meredith Swayer.