Niall Horan Imagines

Concert (Request)

The nervousness got to me more than the excitement. I couldn't believe I had front row tickets to One Direction in my hand. My heart was pounding just thinking about all of it.

"C'mon, we'll be trampled if we stand here any longer," Soraya urged. I smiled at her and ran along. I was glad to escape the crowds of teenage girls talking about the boys.

We ran up to the ticket collector and got in, smiling like idiots.

"Are you ready?" she asked me. I blinked a few times, looking around for security guards.

"I think so," I whispered, inhaling shakily. I didn't know if I could do it. It was stupid and risky and illegal, but it was worth a try.  We snuck to the stage, in broad daylight, and watched for security guards. We were pretty early, but any longer and we would be dead. 

"Jill, I don't know if this will work," Soraya whispered to me. I looked at her, and she pointed. Two men stood right in front of the way to backstage and dressing rooms. I had the layout of the arena memorized. I was dedicated to say the least. I cursed under my breath.

Something suddenly caught my eye; a food cart. It was stupid, and all the movies had it in it, but it might just work.  I stood up and ran towards the guy pushing it along and up a ramp towards backstage. 

"Hey, sir," I said, trying to puff out my chest and look bigger than I was. 

"Yes?" he asked, looking rather lost. 

"I was told to take that from you. Direct orders. No one of the opposite gender but the security guards are allowed back there." He furrowed his eyebrows, laughing. 

"Yeah, right," he chuckled, pushing it a little more. 

"I'm serious," I said, louder. He stopped again. "I mean, I could tell the 'big man,'" I sighed, trying to be clever. 

"That trick doesn't work on me, kid," he growled. I panicked a little, but suddenly remembered seeing his name on the paper assignment on the table.  Without looking down there, I put a hand on the cart to make him stop. 

"Yeah, he's talked about you. Good guy, this one," I said, gesturing to the man to Soraya. "He's says, and I quote, 'Jeremy's punctual, intelligent, and witty, and he'd make a good assistant in the near future,'" I lied. He smiled vaguely.

"He said that?" he wondered, chucking to himself. 

"Yeah, and if you screw this up, you're screwed," I spoke, getting louder by the end. His eyes grew wide. 

"Whatever, just take it. But don't tell anyone about this," he warned. I nodded. 

"Same goes for you," I replied, surprised at myself at how I kept character as he walked away. 

"Oh my gosh, Jill," Soraya gasped. "That was amazing! How did you do that?" she wondered. I shrugged, pushing the cart up the ramp and into the door that led backstage. A few guards gave us looks, but none of them said anything.

"I have no idea," I giggled. I quickly stopped when I saw the dressing rooms. 

"They're in there now, but we can wait until they're on the stage to go in," she explained. I took in a deep breath, excited beyond control.

"Good." We snuck into Niall's dressing room since it was the closest. He wasn't in there, and I heard their shouting from the stage.

I sighed.

"We might be in here for a while," I admitted. We hadn't thought about that. I plopped down on the couch and waited for my favorite person to walk through the door.

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After a few hours, they finally said goodnight,  and I jumped up.

"Hide!" I exclaimed, alarming Soraya. She nodded, eyes wide, and hid with me. We hid in the closet, breathing excitedly.

We heard the door open.

"No, you're an idiot, that's all!" I heard him yell. I had a hard time not screaming my head off. The door closed and I heard him whistling.

"3,2,1," we counted quietly. We burst out of the closet, and watching his face was absoultely hilarious. He looked utterly terrified. In my attempt to step forward to explain, I tripped over something, and due to my clumsyness, I twisted my ankle. I let out a shriek before I fell to the ground in pain.

"Oh my gosh," Soraya said to herself. "Way to make a scene in front of the Niall Horan, Jill," she sighed, looking slightly embarrassed. I gritted my teeth in pain.

"I'm not faking," I managed to get out. Niall rushed over, putting a hand on my arm.

"Are you alright?" he asked me. The pain was so intense that not even his presence made me happy. I shook my head, feeling the white-hot flashes of agony rush through me.

"I'll call the paramedic," he said quietly, rushing out of the room. For a second, I felt nothing. I looked up at Soraya from the ground, smiling like an idiot.

"That was Niall Horan," I said, feeling euphoric. She nodded, smiling with me.

And in the all the pain, and possibly a broken ankle, I smiled because I couldn't have been happier to be noticed by the one person who I looked up to.

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oh my gosh i'm sorry. that was kind of bad

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