Shutterbug (With Vic Fuentes and Niall Horan)

Chapter 6

"Guess who!"  Someone yelled from behind me as a pair of hands drapped over my eyes.

"Well, judging by the amount of people on this tour with irish accents, my guess is Niall?"  I say breaking the link of fingers and turning around to see Niall standing there, one arm behind his back the other on my shoulder. 

"Would you, Lennon, like to go get dinner with me, Niall, friday night?"  He said swinging the arm that was behind his back out in front of him presenting a yellow flower with a short stem.

I smiled.  "I would love to."  I said grinning as he tucked the flower stem behind my ear.  

"Alright, i have to go to stage now, will i see you there?"  He asked taking a slow step backwards.

"I'll be there.  There are just somethings i have to do first."  I waved him off as he turned on his heels, and with him a small crowd of girls followed a safe distance behind.  i laughed and shook my head.  "Pop star."  i whispered to myself.

I still needed British accents to put into my video montage.  I scanned the merch tent area and locked my gaze with Jason, merch guy for the ready set.  "Hey Jason!"

"Lenny, why are you so happy?"  He asked folding a shirt and handing it to a willing girl.  

"I need you to do me a favor."  I turned the camera on.  "Look at the camera and give me your best British accent."

Jason acted as if to brace himself before looking dead into the camera and saying. " No shirt is called that one."  

I laughed.  "Jason, you're so nice."  I kept the camera rolling.  "Is there anything else you'd like to say to the fans?"

"Wow, uh, oh yeah! Everytime you leave a tip, an angel get it's wings."

"Don't be an Angel hater!"  Andy, the TRS bassist came into veiw, throwing his arm around Jason.

"Andy, anything you'd like to say to the fans."  he thought, but before he could speak i added, "In your best british accent."

"Bring nerf guns to the shows and shoot us."  he paused.  "Better yet, give them to us and we'll shoot you."  

I turned the camera off.  "Thanks guys!  you're awesome."  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a single dollar bill.  "Here, this is for your wing fund."  I said with a laugh placing it in the tip jar before stalking off.  

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I made it to the stage just in time for the last couple songs.  I stood on the edge of the stage off to the side.  Watching the boys i couldn't help but smile.  Niall glanced over to the group of people i was standing in.  i didn't realize it until a girl next to me freaked out, claiming Niall was looking at her.  I looked at him again, and he just smiled and winked before turning back to the crowd.

i laughed to myself, taking a step back.  The boys said their closing statements and ran off stage.  Liam stopped to talk to the girls who were watching the show from backstage and one by one each followed, accept for Naill, he walked right past them and grasped me in his arms and when one yelled out, "Niall!"  he turned at gave her a sweet smile and pointed his pointer finger, telling her to give him a minute with me.

"You came!"  He said, stepping back.

"I told you I would."  I said holding my camera in both hands.  "Oh that reminds me."  I turned on the camera and held it up so he was in frame.  "I've been asking everyone to to their best british accent."

"Okay, what do i say?"  He asked, i shrugged my shoulders.  "Here,"  He said into the camera.  "Louis, Harry, zayn and Liam, would you like to go for a cup of tea later?"  He said mimicking them.  I turned the camera to capture their reactions.  They were confused and told the girls to give them a minute.  

"What?"  Harry asked.

Niall looked at me as if he wanted me to explain.  "I'm asking everyone to do their best british accent for the blog page. "  I paused as they juggled the concept in their minds.  "But i guess for you guys, it'd be best american accent."

"Ahh the old american accent, well i for one am a fan."  Louis said mimiking me.

"Like, then i said, that better be decaf!"  Harry said in a valle-girl accent.

"What do i say?  Oh i got it!" Liam cleared his throat.  "Giddy up, cowboy!"  Liam screamed in a southern accent.  

"I can't do one."  Zayn said sheepishly. 

"here! I'll do mine!"  Niall said stepping in front of Zayn.  "Oh my god, let's go surfing!  Oh what a pretty flower in your hair.  yay Lennon!"  He also spoke with a Valle-girl accent.

I laughed, and shut the camera off, letting it hang around my neck.  "Really, who gave you the flower?"  Liam asked.  I looked over at Niall who threw his arms up in a flexing position, i smiled.   "Oh!" Liam caught on quickly.  "I see what's happening here.  Well this is great!"  He said clasping his hands together and walking away, the rest of the boys followed.  Niall gave my hand a squeeze and joined them.

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 "Len!"  A voice called from behind. 

I turned to look only to see a brown man running in my direction, hair flying everywhere.  There is only one man i know who looks like that.  "Vic!" 

He opened his arms as he got closer and as he pulled me into his arms i threw my arms around his neck.  "I saw the pictures you posted on the blog. They're sick!"  He said releasing me into the grasp of only one arm.

"Really?  You read the blog?"  Niall acted as if he didn't see the article about him, or the others, so i just assumed he didn't read it.

He mocked hurt.  "I love the way you write."  We were walking now.  "The words you use, the heart you put into an article.  Not many people can do that."

I looked into his deep, soft brown eyes.  I was speechless, no one has ever complemented my writing before.  well, not anyone special.  "That means a lot, Vic."  i said looking at him.  He stopped and grabbed my arm.  I looked around, we were by a small pond, there were hardly any people around.  He pulled me to a near by bench and he sat me down next to him, still holding my arm.

"I mean it."  He said angling himself in my direction.  He reached up to brush a piece of hair from my face when he stopped, noticing the flower tucked behind my ear. 

 "Who gave you this?"  He asked with sincerity.  

I started to say who when i stopped myself.  this was such a precious moment between Vic and I, didn't want to bring Niall up and ruin it.  "No one."  I say, shaking my head as if to dispose of the thought.

A loud ringer broke the silence between us.  Vic looked down at the black phone in his hand.  "Shit, i gotta go.  Half hour 'till showtime."  He said standing to his feet. He held out his hand as if to help me up.  "Come with me?"

A part of me was telling me yes, go, have fun.  But another part said not to.  I'm torn.  I've been slacking the last few days, and i really need to work.  "I'm sorry, not today."  he looked hurt, this time he wasn't mimicking the feeling.  "I really have to get some work done."  

I looked down, he was still holding my hand, although our fingers were not interlocked.  "Then later?"  He said suggestively. I nodded and he pulled me into a tight hug.  When letting go he breathed, "I'll find you after the show."

"I'ts a date!" I yelled after him as he walked in the direction of the stages.  He turned on his heels, still walking, to look at me.  He held out his forearm and he pulled his elbow down into his gut.  Something a football player would do when they had scored.

 I just laughed to myself as i watched him for a second.  Then my attention grew fond of another topic: my stomach.  the feeling inside of it.  We're those, butterflies?