This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Eight

I headed down the grand hallway with the other girlfriends and security, dressed in the new clothes that Danielle and I had picked out. It felt weird that I had to walk around with a bunch of grown men by my side at all times, I didn't feel the need to be constantly watched--I mean who would mob me anyway I wasn't dating any of the boys.

We took a seat in our usual protected spot and watched our boys perform. I was so proud of Liam, he'd gone so far from that boy who was told by Simon Cowell that he wasn't good enough to one of the singers in the most successful boy band in the world. I teared up a little thinking about how different things had become, but I quickly brushed it off and joined Danielle in fist pumping and dancing around a little.

When the concert had finally finished and we were swarmed by girls asking for pictures and autographs from Danielle, Perrie, and Eleanor, I quickly slipped out of the crowd and headed towards the boys' backstage entrance, hoping to stay unrecognized. I mean, I blended in pretty well, not just because I'm short, but because I was just a normal teenager and I dressed like one... wait. I was wearing clothes Danielle picked out... well this was going to make me easier to spot, I mean what normal teen wears a strappy black dress, nude Gucci shoes, and a Prada handbag to a One Direction concert?! I knew some girls would be giving me looks, trust me I'd gotten many at the other shows, but only the truly obsessed fangirls would know who I am.

After a few photos, I'd finally reached the backstage entrance, still before the girlfriends. 

"You did great!" I ran up to the boys, starting with Niall and gave them all hugs.

"Thanks!" All the boys echoed back. We talked and played around for a while, waiting for the girlfriends to arrive, then headed back to the hotel to get some shuteye and say goodbye to Perrie--she didn't visit often, and when she did, she didn't really stay... After Perrie left, we decided to all go over to Harry's room and have some drinks, with the exception of Liam and Danielle of course, who opted out to watch a Toy Story marathon in their room... They're perfect for each other.

We played the SVU drinking game, giving $50 to the last person to get drunk... first Eleanor, no surprise there, then Louis, who then led Eleanor back to their room to do somethings that you can probably imagine *shudders*. It took a while longer of taking shots while playing the SVU drinking game before Zayn finally became intoxicated, followed by Harry. It was down to just Niall and I, and I was pretty sure he wasn't getting drunk anytime soon. I was genuinely impressed that he was probably better at this than me as I had spent many parties awkwardly walking around while everyone else got uber smashed and I still had a pretty clear head. Finally, I felt the familiar feeling of being completely hammered, and accepted that Niall had won this little competition.

"You win this time!" I could hear my own words slurring together. I vaguely remember holding up my shot glass for a refill, then Nialls red face smiling, but the rest of the night remained a blur.

~Next Morning~

As soon as I regained consiousness I felt my head throb. I didn't really get hungover, but it never felt great to wake up after a night of drinking. I listened to the relaxing sounds of someone's breathing, Danielle's probably, hopefully not Liam's as well, then felt a strong arm wrap around my shoulder.

AN ARM?! I opened my eyes quickly, alarmed. I found a sleepy Zayn's face staring down at me, his eyes barely opened. 

"Morning beautiful," he muttered, voice hoarse from sleep. I quickly scanned his body, no shirt, no pant band... oh shit. What did I do last night?