Same Mistakes: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Same Mistakes: Chapter Twenty-One

Last chapter before the epilouge! SO MANY EMOTIONS. To all you reading, I love you and I strongly suggest you check out the first chapter in my new story, "As I Feel Myself Fall." Okay I love you cupcakes.

                              ~1 ½ Years Later~

Megan was gone, she was fired after the incident, not really anybody cared. We have a new dancer, Cara, who’s very shy and usually keeps to herself, but an amazing dancer none the less. I’ve heard Harry has taken a keen interest in her.  Things have been great the past year and a half, and I’m looking forward to the rest of tour. It was almost concert time, things haven’t been as nerve wracking. Fans have adapted to me and since I’ve been doing the same routines so it’s almost impossible to make a mistake. “Why are you all looking like you have something planned?” I asked the boys who were “innocently” seated on the couch. “That’s because we do!” Harry said excitedly. “Harry!” The boys chorused and Niall gave him a dirty look, I cocked my eyebrow at the bunch. “I have to get ready, the show starts soon.” I rolled my eyes and walked out the door and over to mine and Candace’s shared dressing room.

“So guys, last song of the night! You were a great crowd and I hope you enjoyed the show!” Louis announced to the millions of fangirls screaming. The music started and I walked on stage, as I was dancing, I couldn’t help but to notice the smirk on all the boy’s faces as well as the nervous look on Niall’s. I shook it off and continued my routine, it was time for my quick change, I hastily made my way off stage and put on my next costume, I bolted up the stairs and got to my position just in time, as I was preforming the last bits of my solo, I saw Bryon wasn’t waiting on the side of the stage. I started panicking inside my head, when I turned back around, I saw a figure walking to me. It wasn’t Bryon, it was Niall.  He stood in front of me, I didn’t know what to do, so I looked at him. He got down on one knee, not saying anything, the boys looked up at us.

You know I’ll be

Your life

Your voice

Your reason to be

My love

My heart

Is breathing for this

Moment

In time

I’ll find the words to say

Before you leave me today

Niall opened a small box, and at this point the audience wasn’t even listening to the music anymore, they were more focused on Niall. I saw the ring in the small red velvet colored box. He extended it out to me, as if he was asking. No words were exchanged between us as I stood there, my mind was racing, and I couldn’t think straight, all that I could process was, “Yes.” I nodded and the crowd erupted into cheers, Niall slid the ring onto my finger and stood up pulling me into his chest. His lips crashed into mine, not caring that there are thousands of people watching us, not caring that this would be all over the internet tomorrow. All that mattered was us, I looked for the boys on the main stage, but they weren’t there. I then realized they got up here, Liam was holding Niall in a tight hug and the others were waiting for their turn. I felt a pair of hands pull me into a tight hug, it was Louis. “My baby is all grown up!” He cooed and I smiled. I gave every boy a hug, and we waved to the audience. I walked off stage followed by the boys, “That’s what you were planning, wasn’t it?” I asked narrowing my eyes at them. Niall nodded his head and pulled me closer to him. We stayed like this for a few moments before Paul came into the dressing room. “Um, Juliette, there are some people here to see you.” I cast a nervous glance over to the boys, “I’ll be right back.” I said while walking out of the room, I followed to my dressing room, he gave me a distressed look and walked away. I took a deep breath, but honestly nothing could prepare me for what was waiting behind that door.  I turned the door knob, my breathing getting heavier, I don’t know what’s behind there. But I don’t expect it to be good. I pushed the door open, and studied the two bodies behind the door. “Mom, Dad. What are you doing here.” I asked taken back. For the first time in about two years I saw my mom smile. “Juliette, we need to talk.”