Torn: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 18: Pianos and the 'P' Word

Alexis' Pov:

I see the flicker of recognition take over the girls' faces around me, but before they can do anything I'm lifted over the barricade.

"LIAM OMG HI LIAM!" The girls who were previously next to me shout at him.

He nods in their direction and their high-pitched squeals practically kill my eardrums.

"Hey, having fun so far?" He shouts when the security guard puts me down.

"Yes oh my god your voice is amazing!" I laugh as he takes my hand and we run back onto the stage.

"Thanks love! Hop on!" He jumps onto the stage and helps me up. Not like I couldn't get up myself.. I'm just short.. and a bit lazy.

"Here she is!" Niall beams as he grabs my hand and pulls me over to a red, leather sofa in the center of the stage.

The crowd cheers and I can't help but grin, even though I can't see much with these blinding stage lights.

"Lexi say hi to everyone!" Louis grins, handing me the microphone.

I take it in my hands, surprised by how hot it is.

"Hi everyone!" I smile into the microphone and everyone screams. I actually hear a few hi's back.

I hand the microphone back to Louis, who is obviously feeling pride in the large crowd.

"Alexis is going to play piano for us later!" Harry informs the crowd, resulting in more screams.

I laugh and nod my head.

I look around and see my face projected on the big screen. I say a silent thank you to zayn for helping me with my hair, if it weren't for him it'd be a frizzy mess.

"What song is she covering again?" Louis asks no one in particular.

"What Makes You Beautiful," Niall replies quickly.

"I taught her myself!" Liam protests and the crowd roars again. Do they cheer after every single thing the boys say?

"Make sure you listen for her! When we sing the song!" Louis cheers, obviously wrapping this little meeting up.

The crowd cheers again and I get up off the couch, taking this as my cue to exit.

I'm about to walk away when I feel someone catch my arm. I twist around and see Niall standing there with an unreadable expression.

I shoot him a confused look and he grins, pulls me in and kisses my cheek.

Oh. My. God.

Niall Horan just kissed me! Well, my cheek ... but still! The boy I've had a crush on for years just kissed my cheek, and I'm on cloud nine.

I laugh and squeeze his hand before I'm escorted away by security.

It's only now that I hear the earsplitting roar that has filled the massive auditorium.

I turn around to shoot Niall a smile, but his back is turned, giving all the boys high-fives.

Wow.

I can feel the spot on my cheek, still warm from his kiss.

I suddenly remember Harry, I don't know why he would have anything to do with this, but I turn to look at him anyway.