Being Told You're Beautiful

Those Scots make cracking sandwiches.

NOT BEEN EDITED and it's late so apologies for any mistakes!

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"THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL" We screamed as we sailed down the motorway. I think it's safe to say that my Dad was seriously regretting volunteering to do lifts tonight, we must have been deafening him. Oh well, YOLO.

Wait, did I genuinely just say YOLO in a mind conversation? Oh dear.

I'm more messed up than I previously thought. Blah.

Another six songs later, and we were pulling up to the venue. It was on the outskirts of Glasgow, and was the main centre for concerts and general touring shibang for the act's one stop in Scotland. If they were kind enough to come here. Mostly the furthest north they come in the UK is Northern England.

Reason #436 why we were excited for tonight.

"We're here girls! Now, remember, don't talk to strangers, stick together, call any parents if there's any problem and I'll be here to pick you up at half eleven. Enjoy!" And with that small monologue from my Dad, we were skipping crazily (well, Amy and I were, whilst Lily tottered behind moaning at us to wait due to her heels. Or more like stilts..) towards the entrance hall. We had made good time, and didn't have to wait long to get our tickets checked. And then we arrived in the venue.

I rushed straight over to the merchandise stand. I had been saving up all my money in anticipation for this night, and ended up buying a t-shirt and badges. It's my tradition, every concert I go to, I buy a t-shirt. It costs a lot, let me warn you now. Amy did the same, whilst Lily also bought a hoodie. Once we had battled our way through the crowds to our seats we settled down and made a quick toilet trip before the supporting act began. I quickly grabbed my phone and composed a quick tweet about the concert before silencing my electronic owl. Time for the concert to begin.

*Niall's POV*

Eventually Liam caught me and my twitcam dancing. So I ran away. And he caught me. Again. And tickled me. So I laughed. A lot. And then Louis, because he is Louis and gravitates towards laughter, joined in. Then Zayn. Then Harry. Then Katy, our wardrobe manager/co-ordinator/generalbestbuddy entered our massive tickle fight. It was rather hilarious. But it all came to an end too soon, when Paul stormed in to tell us that we had to shut up and go get ready because the support act were about to go on. We'd done our sound check earlier in the day. For some reason unbeknown to us the UK fans never got meet and greets, sound checks or signings opportunities like the other international fans. Not fair, but we had no say in the matter, we'd tried already.

And so I sloped off to my dressing room, my stomach grumbling loudly.

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Twenty minutes later I was miked up, make up done, dressed and munching on some sandwiches that had been delivered to my dressing room. I had to credit these Scots, they knew how to make a good sandwich. Too soon I had finished the plateful and gave a rather satisfied burp.

"Attractive" Zayn commented, smirking. I flipped him the finger casually, before getting out my phone to tweet the fans whilst I was waiting for the vain boy to perfect his hair. One particular tweet caught my eye. I don't reply to fans tweets normally but I try my best to read as much as I can. Except the hate. Because, well, it's hate. Not nice to read.

I don't know what it was about this tweet that stuck out. It was simple enough;

"@hfishaay: so excited to see @NiallOfficial @Real_Liam_Payne @zaynmalik1D @Harry_Styles and @Louis_Tomlinson perform tonight:)!"

But something drew me to check her profile closely. I favourited the tweet, with the idea to check it out after the concert. As I made my way through the hustle and bustle backstage I hummed softly until I reached the platform to lift us up onto the stage. It was a relatively small concert, so some of our staging had to be toned down slightly form other venues. But it was nice. It had a chilled atmosphere to it. As the supporting act finished I glanced at my best mates, adjusting my guitar strap slightly. Louis spoke, "Right lads, let's show Scotland what we're made of."

High up above us our opening video began to play, as we rose up onto the stage, just in time to start WMYB. Let the party commence.

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A/N - I knew it's probably short and crappy and is too slow moving but I really wanted to upload, and to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU - over 400 reads and 21 votes! I can't believe it! Thank you so much to @sarahtvoid and @sania1D for commenting, you made me want to keep uploading guys! Pleease vote comment and even possible fan if you like me? Seriously, it would mean a lot!