You Could Be The One - Niall Horan (Editing)

Chapter four: Concert *(Edited)*

A-N: Soooo, three or four POV's today. Concer time! :)

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Hollis POV:

"Shhh! Liam, Your going to wake them up."

Click!

Click!

I grunt.

I hear the noise stop, and then feet running out of the room.

I try to move but I feel someone's arms hold me in place. Peeking through my eyes, I see Niall's face. He looks like an angel, the way the sunlight is hitting his face. I could just stare at him all day. Then I look into his clear blue eyes, oh gosh I wish I cou- wait. Blue eyes? I though he was sleeping.

I quickly close my eyes but open them again and see that he saw me check him out. I bury my head in his neck to hide the blush. Why do I blush so easily around him?

"Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?" Gosh, his morning voice will be the death of me, I swear.

"Fine, what time is it?"

"About 12."

"Let's watch a movie Nialler!" I said. I jump up out of the bed and run out of the room. I walk past Harry and Zayn's room and see Liam and Louis taking pictures of them sleeping with the girls. I skip to the front of the bus. I walk to the side of the TV and look though the DVDs. They have alot, and all sorted out by genres. I find the comedy section and flip through.

"THIS ONE!" I grab the disk and slide it in. I sit next to Niall on the couch, laying my head on his chest. The movie I chose was The Little Rascals, a classic. The kids were just so darn cute!

We were half way through the movie when Emma and Arry walked out. I see that they borrowed clothes from the lads. Emma was wearing a muscle shirt and gray jersey boxers, and Arry was wearing a Jack Willis shirt and Calvin Klein boxers.

"Freaks. How do you get up so early?" Emma groaned. I feel Niall chuckle underneath me.

We were at the part of the movie where Alfalfa was in the talent show and was singing bubbles. I loved his hair. It's just that one little piece of hair that sticks out.

Arry walks over to me and grabs my arm, yanking me up. I tried to put all my weight on my feet, which didn't work. She dragged me to the back of the bus and shoved me in a room. Zayn and Harry's to be exact.

"Whattttt. I was comfortable." I whined.

"We have to leave, it's 2:30. Get your stuff and let's go."

We walk out of the room, and down the hall. Emma was already waiting for us. I grabbed my stuff and said goodbye to the boys and we headed to Arry's house to see what we were going to wear.

We ran to her room and I went straight to her closet. I started throwing possible clothing on the floor.

After about 10 minutes of arguing we settled with a dark grey V-neck, a black sequence skirt that stops mid thigh, and three inch wedges with little bows at the toes. So Arry went to shower while I helped Emma get her outfit ready.

Emma is wearing a purple shirt that has a picture of the boys on the front and Zayn on the back, white jean shorts and grey converse. Her hair is tied back and curled. She is wearing light makeup; Eye linear, mascara and eye shadow.

When I was finished with her, Arry had just gotten out of the shower. I did her hair while Emma did her make up. She has to look presentable.

I decided to take her bangs and braid them back and then curl the rest of her hair. She threw her clothes on and stood in front of the mirror. She looked beautiful.