The Irish Lad: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 18

Katie's POV

We were all sitting backstage at the venue for our Sydney show, and it was going to be an amazing show. The arena was outdoors, and was absolutely huge. Under the stars, it would be gorgeous.

We had ordered in Nando's, and Andy brought it in, and we all claimed our food. Niall was eating for about three people, as usual. I had opted for the traditional chicken peri-peri, mild of course. We sat around and began to dig in.

Once I was done, I was still sort of hungry. Niall was eating his own food, and so were the other boys. "Niall, you like your food?"

"Yea, it's delicious." He said with his mouth full. "Did ya like your food?" I laughed and nodded.

"I'm still a little hungry, though."

"Well, we can order some more if ya like."

"Well, I was sort of hopin' ya'd give me a bite of your food." I told him. I felt everyone in the room have their eyes bore into us. Niall stared at me for a moment, before looking at his food, and then to me.

"Of course, Katie, you don't have to ask." I took a bite of his food and smiled. "Thanks, Nialler." I kissed him.

"Holy shit." Louis said.

"I second that." Zayn said.

"Us as well." Liam said, speaking for him and Harry.

"What? I can't give my food to the one I love?" Niall asked.

"You've only known her for three months! We didn't think you loved her enough to share your food!" Harry said.

"Well, I do. I love her." Niall smiled at me. "And now you guys know just how much." I blushed and looked at the ground.

Everyone finished their food, and then Louis and Liam left for an interview. Zayn and Harry had an interview as well, and Niall would have one later. Aileen went to watch Zayn, and Niall and I were left alone.

"What would you like to do, my darling?" He asked.

"Can I practice dance? Will you help?" I asked.

"Of course." He smiled as I put my hard shoes on. He led me to the empty stage, and we turned the iPod onto a treble jig. I did mental counts and bgan to dance. Niall watched my feet as if he was my coach.

"Good....up, up on yer toes, Katie....keep that back foot turned out.......head up!......legs crossed......you call that a toestand, up on the toes..........turnout.............point your toes!......Alright, stop."

"Niall! you're not my coach!"

"I'm damn near it!"

"No, you really aren't, dearie." He smiled. "Do a toestand for me Katie." I went up on my toes. He walked around, straightening my arms, squaring my hips. He came around to the front. "Hmmm...." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and ran around while I screamed. "Niall! iall! Put me down!" I said through giggles. He finally put me down.

"You crazy Irish idiot." I told him, and he laughed. "I didn't get much practice in."

"Your steps are fine." He kissed me. "Let's get back, I've got an interview." I smiled sheepishly.

As lucky as I was to spend time with him being on tour, and I knew El and Dani did not have that, it always seemed as if he was busy anyways. I missed sitting in my basement, listening to music and sitting with him while I finished my homework. Those were the times when we weren't watching the clocks, making sure we weren't late. We just sat and enjoyed each other, and I would be the happiest girl in the world to have that back, but this was my life now. I had to accept it. I was dating a celebrity, and I had to accept everything that went along with it, including the fans, hate, travel, time differences, and the confusions. He walked me back to the dressing room and gave me a kiss before he left.

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Later that evening, Aileen and I were sitting front row at the concert. It was as beautiful as we thought it would be. Lights illuminated the stage as they performed their set. The crowd was amazing, screaming and cheering like never before. Aileen and I sang along to WMYB, and then came I Want.

The boys were doing a spectacular job singing. I looked up at Niall, and he smiled down at me. Then, I saw his face turn pale white. He looked to the other boys, and they gave a confused look back. They finished out the song, and there were breathtaking fireworks glowing across the night sky, painting it red, blue, and green. The boys said goodbyes to the crowd.

"Leena, something's very wrong." I told her.

"What?"

"Niall doesn't seem right. Let's get out of here." We snuck past the fence with help from Andy, and went backstage. Before we got through, I saw Niall leaning on Liam as they went backstage. I ran through the hall, realizing my sundress and black heels probably were not the best idea. I pushed through people who were going to clear off the stage, turn off audio and whatnot. I ran with Leena on my heels all the way back to the dresing room. I burst throught the door of the dressing room.

Niall was sitting on the couch with his shirt off an a wet cloth laid on the back of his neck. Liam was rubbing his back, and he looked paler than a ghost. "What the hell happened out there?" I asked, and Louis led me out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

'Lou, what's going on?"

"He just got a little sick."

"A little? He's Irish! He's got pale skin, and right now he could pass for paper!"

"He didn't drink enough water, and he just barely escaped passing out, alright? We're lucky it's not worse."

"Just tell me he's going to be alright, will you?"

"He's going to be alright, alright? Just getting a bit of water in him, sit down for a few minutes, and we'll be fine to travel to Melbourne in an hour. I nodded and we both went back into the dressing room. I sat next to Niall, helping him drink from a water bottle and rubbing his back.

Louis was right. An hour later, we were on the road to Melbourne, and Niall was fast asleep in the back. We arrived at our hotel late at night. The boys helped me get him into bed, and I fell asleep next to him.

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Niall's POV

I woke up the next morning to listen to the television blaring from the room. I got up to see Josh on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal.

"Josh, why the hell are you in here?"

"Katie let me in. She went down to breakfast with Leena, Zayn and Harry. She wanted me to tell you to go down after you got up." I nodded and changed into khaki shorts and a white tshirt. I threw on a pair of tennis shoes and opened the door to leave. I turned back. "Josh?"

"Yea,buddy?"

"Leave."

"Yea buddy." He got his bowl of cereal and left the room. I made my way down to the breakfast bar downstairs. Harry waved me over to their table. Katie shot up as soon as she saw me and gave me a hug.

"Thank God you're alright! Are you alright? Are you okay?" She asked. I smiled at her worry.

"I'm fine. A lot better than yesterday. i feel grand, in fact."

"That's good, that's good." She turned and picked something up on the table, before she turned back to me.

"Now don't you EVER" Hit. "Do that to me" Hit. "Again." Hit. "Drink your water." Hit. "Got it?" Hit. I flinched with very hit of the rolled up mgazine to my shoulder.

"Yes,I promise! I'm sorry!"

"Damn straight. I've got to run. I'll see you later." She gave me a kiss and left. What was I going to do with that one?

"Good luck with that one." Leena said, with an evil grin.

"Dude! You just got PWND!" Harry said, and everyone cracked up.

"Ha ha ha. Let's order some food, shall we?" I said taking a seat.