Another Word For Love

Um, hi?

"Um, hi?" I managed to say. The mysterious blonde grinned at me. "Hi!", he said, in a thick Irish accent. Now don't tell anybody, but I'm such a sucker for Irish and British accents. I don't know why, don't know how, I just am.

"So, why are you all the way out here, love? The concert's about to start!" I gasped in realization. "Oh shit! I have to get back!" I exclaimed, starting to dash back to Andrew. "Whoa, whoa! Where are you running off to in such a hurry?" he asked, grabbing my arm. I froze in place, and turned my head slowly to meet his gaze. "I brought my brother to this concert and I only came back here for a smoke. If I leave him any longer, Mom'll kill me." I replied, itching to get away. "Well, then, why don't I come with you? I'd like to meet your brother." "Ugh, fine, can I go now?" Without waiting for a response, I dashed off into the steadily growing crowd.

Thankfully, I quickly found Andrew exactly where I had left him. "Oh, hi Emma! The show's about to start, but they can't find Niall!" I smiled adoringly down at him. "Which one's Niall, sweetheart?" "That would be me.", a familiar Irish voice cut in. "I almost lost you." I rolled my eyes. "That's clearly what I was hoping you'd do." Andrew's eyes got wide. "Emma, you know who that is, right?" he asked me. "No, sweetheart. I don't know, I just met him a couple minutes ago while I was out back. Why?" I asked.

"Maybe because I'm part of the band you two came to see?" the Irish boy replied to my question, which was clearly intended for Andrew. "Can you please-wait what? You're in One Direction?" "Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you." he responded. "So, which one are you? Please tell me you're not Harry!" "Um, no. I'm Niall." he answered, looking puzzled. Andrew tugged on Niall's sleeve, getting his attention. "Shouldn't you go do your concert? There's a scary big man coming over here. He looks like he's looking for you." Niall whipped around and caught sight of a looming man coming our way. "Nice talking to you, but I have to run now! See ya later!" he exclaimed, running towards the large man, talking to him and pointing back towards us.

The man nodded and started making his way towards us. I was frozen. Was he going to kick us out? I really hoped not; Andrew had saved up for ages for these tickets. The man finally reached us and stuck out a hand. "I'm Paul, the boys' head of security. I understand that Niall wishes to give you both backstage passes for after the show." I looked at Andrew, wide eyed. Where was this adventure going to take us?