Shutterbug (With Vic Fuentes and Niall Horan)

Chapter 4

All during the set i snapped photos, focusing on each guy for a certain amount of time.  I ight as well get some work done.  About 2 songs into the show i look over to see Niall watching them closely and Harry looking at his phone, every couple seconds he'd glance up and look around, at me then back to his phone screen.  I laughed, walking back to them.  "Not your type of music,yeah?"

Niall shifted his weight as if weighing his answer.  "Their lyrics are very well constructed."  He said with a hopeful smile. 

I looked at Harry.  "What about you?  You like this song?"  i asked expecting him to shake his head.

Harry didn't hesitate.  "Honestly, it's interesting..."  he let his last word linger a bit before continuing.  "Do you?"  He asked, getting the attention else where.

i shrugged my shoulders and smiled, leaving it at that.  Harry's phone rang and he looked up at Niall and I.  "It's my mum, I'll see you later Niall,"  He paused and smiled cheekily at me, "Lennon."  I nodded before turning back to the stage.  Niall followed.

I had my camera up to my eye, about to snap a picture when i felt Niall's breath on my neck.  "Harry fancies you, ya know?"  he whispered in my ear so i could hear over the over powering speakers.  I smiled and gave him a nod.  I wasn't going to lie, i had picked up on it at the signing the other day but i wasn't all too sure if he was just being friendly or not.  He leaned in again.  "and that's where he creates a problem."  He pulled back and i gave him a confused look before he put his mouth to my ear once more to continue.  "Because i like you as well."  this time i pulled away, i smiled, what any girl would do when a very attractive guy tells her he liked her.  "Would you like to go get some food with me?"  he asked sheepishly.

I looked back at the stage where Vic was preforming, bouncing around, so full of life.  He glanced over in our direction and smiled at us, noticing we were watching him so closely.  I smiled back and gave a gentle wave of my hand before he turned back to the crowd.  Looking back at Niall, i smiled at those big blue eyes.  "I would love too."  i said taking his hand that he had held out for me.

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"So," i said sitting down at a picnic table grabbing a fry off of the tray that stands between Niall and i.        "I can't believe you don't agree that the 60's is where really where people started putting meaningful lyrics into songs.  i said tilting my head.

He laughed, picking up a fry, "Im sorry but i have to say it was the late 80's, early 90's."  he said as he put the food in his mouth.

i scoffed.  "Oh come on, the 60's were rough years for America.  you've got Kenedy's assignation, civil rights movement, later on the Vietnam war!  Dozens of people wrote songs about their feelings towards the draft!  i mean, if you were poor or middle class, like 80% of the population, you were most likely drafted, even if you didn't want to be.  however, if you were first class, your daddy would pay them off and you were off the hook.  i mean, how was that fare?  it had to have stired up some angry song writers."  i took a breath, realizing i just shoved a history lesson down his throat.  He just  looked at me shaking his head and smiling like he won the lottery.  "What?"  i asked sheepishly.

he laughed to himself.  "Nothing."  He shrugged his shoulders.  "You're cute when you say facts."  he smiled reaching for another fry.

I dropped my eyes to the wooden table.  "Im sorry, I'm a history nerd."  i shrugged my shoulders, not meeting his gaze.  

"You sure know a lot about music history."  He said.

I looked up at him.  "Yeah, im writing a paper on it."

He looked at me intrigued.  "Oh, tell me more."

"Ha, it's about music as it progresses through the years, how the style, lyrics, mood, tempo and all that change to fit the times they're produced in."

"Ah, which explains the vast knowledge on the 60's."  He nodded his head.  

I sighed.  "I guess, well i mean, i just know a lot of history in general."  He laughed again, shaking his head.  "What now?"  i asked worried i was annoying him.

"Your knowledge, and your love for history, it's-"  he paused, searching for the right word to say.  "it's fascinating."  He sounded pleased with his vocabulary.  "It sets you aside from everyone else, ya know?"

"alright,"  i shifted my weight and pulled my legs into criss-cross-apple sauce.  "What about you, what sets you aside?"

"Me?"  he asked pointing a finger to his chest.  i nodded.  "Well, i'd have to say my charm and winning personality."  he flicked his hand in a motion a girl would most likely make when flipping her hair behind her shoulder.  He laughed, "No but really, i don't know, i write songs?  could that separate me?"

i weight the options of answers.  "Depends,"  I say leaning forward.  "Are they about anything particular, a story, a past experience...?"  i say light toned.  He thought for a moment before nodding.  "then yes, i guess we could chok you up to a modern day poet."

He echoed my lable for him.  "Sounds so, professional."  He said with a laugh.