A/N: Hey guys, this is my first time writing a fanfic so no hate please. the main character in the story is based off of me but it's not really me, i dont think that highly of myself, she's more like who i wish i could be. i probably wont be updating on a regular basis, probably just when i get around to it. if you like it, please comment or give me any feedback on twitter! thanks :) xx
Liam’s P.O.V.
“NYC! Yeahh Buddayy!!” Niall shouts. We are all pumped to be in New York, but with the food vendors at every street corner, Niall is definitely the most excited.
“What do you lads want to do first?” I ask, eager to get going.
“Shopping!” says Zayn.
“Statue of Liberty!” exclaims Harry.
“Empire State Building!” insists Louis.
“SNACK!” screams Niall.
“Niall! We just had lunch.” Louis protests.
“But I’m hungry again… and there’s a pretzel stand right across the street!” whines Niall.
“Fine, Niall.” Harry sighes, “But be quick.”
“Okay! I’ll be back before you can say potato!” laughs Niall as he runs across the street.
I look around. We stand on a crowded sidewalk just off Times Square. There are so many people bustling around, I’m surprised we havn’t been recognized yet. I wonder how long that will last. That’s the only downside to being famous. We can hardly go anywhere without being spotted, and when we are, it only takes seconds before we are mobbed with screaming, adoring fans. I don’t mind the adoring part, but the screaming gives me a headache, and Niall is claustrophobic so he always gets kind of freaked out.
These past few weeks have been crazy. We have been traveling around North America on tour with Big Time Rush and the fan reception we have received is insane. It still amazes me how many American and Canadian fans we have, being a British/Irish boy band. But with help from Youtube and Twitter, our fame has spread until we aren’t just huge in England, but worldwide.
I still have trouble believing this is my life. Looking back a couple years, I would never have guessed that I would ever be where I am today: in a band with four of the most incredible lads in the world, doing what I love to do. It’s a dream come true!
“Hey Liam!” Niall shouts from the pretzel stand. “Come check this out!”
“Coming!” I shout back. “Be back in a second” I say turning back to the boys.
I carefully look both ways before crossing the street, not a car in sight. I begin to cross, then start to jog, as Niall beckons to me like mad.
“Liam!” I hear from behind me. Only half way across the street I spin around to see why Harry has called my name. Louis, Harry, and Zayn are standing in a small group of teenage girls, fans I’m guessing, as they are taking pictures and crying. “Liam!” Harry says again. “This lovely young lady fancies you and would like your autograph!” The girl standing beside him blushes.
“LIAM!” someone shouts. Why are so many people trying to get my attention? I think, very overwhelmed. I turn to see another girl standing by the side of the street, a horrified expression on her face. She is pretty, beautiful brown curls frame her face, full lips twisted into an expression of anguish, brown eyes filled with fright. Why is she so sad? She isn’t anything extraordinary, pretty average actually, but there is something about her that makes me want to make he smile.
“LIAM! WATCH OUT!!” she screams.
Bewildered, I spin around to see what she was pointing at to find a New York taxicab speeding towards me.
