Chapter 7 : Taking Risks Comes with Consequences..
Lillian's P.O.V
OWH!
I panicked, while I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to subside. That did NOT just happen. I stayed silent for a few moments, hoping that the boys didn't hear me.
"Dunno.. Did you hear a girl's voice?" Niall's familiar voice ringed out.
Oh, gosh. Niall heard me! What if they all did? What am I going to do? What if they find me? What do I ---
"Nahh, if we did, it'd probably be our stylist going on about our wardrobe." Harry laughed.
I was cut off by Harry, thankfully he covered for me subconsciously. Mini panic attacks are not the best feeling, if you ask me.
I sighed, and planted my legs onto the floor. I looked up, now facing underneath of the stage's floor. I took a deep breath, and recollected my memories of my 'stupid' plan. To be honest, I didn't think this plan would work. Yes, I sounded optimistic, but obviously every now & then I would have doubts. I pushed those thoughts away though, thinking that it was now or never. Surely I could've waited, but I'm not a patient girl. Neither am I asking my parents for money going to London. So, this is my only chance in the US. And, I took it, not regretting it one bit. So now, here's the present. Sneaking into the front entrance, not really, but it still worked. I, then, made my way down, trying not to make a scene or get caught. And to my surprise, I made it to underneath of the stage's floor. So here I am. Hiding underneath the stage's floor, waiting for the concert.
I blinked a few times, making sure it wasn't a dream, and that it was all real. To my relief, it was all true, and that I would be going to One Direction's concert. But, something inside of me made me have a feeling. A sorta bad feeling, but in the end, it would result in good. It's not something I can actually explain. But, I guess you could say it's a exciting feeling, but it would have it's up's and down's. I'm sure everyone gets that, right?
I heard a grumble in my stomach, signalling that it was time for me to have a snack before I would go to sleep. Gratefully, staff & the boys left a while ago, so I can do what I want! But, for my saftey of my cover not being blown, I'm going to stay underneath this platform! No matter WHAT.
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Oh my gosh. Are you serious?! It's only 11pm, and I already ate a pack of gummy bears, and sunchips. I drank like 3 bottles of water, and boy, that was not good. I even commited to myself that I wouldn't get out of underneath this platform. But, apparently, now I have to be sneaky and break that commitment. Why? I think you would know. Yes, I have to use the Ladies' room. And, what's even worse is that i don't know where it is. I'm just hoping it's near the staff's room, or near the boys' dressing rooms. Honestly, have you seen the size of this arena?
I groaned, and got up. I quickly brushed myself off, and looked for the platform door. I made my way from the coziness from my small blanket to the coldness of the floor and bars that were in my way. It was too dark for me to see things clearly, but I could still manage with my sense of touch. Once I made it out, a sigh of relief flew over me. I made my way backstage, and into the hallways.
"These hallways go on forever.. All I want is to go to the freakin' restroom!" I muttered to myself.
I decided to look back, to check if someone was there. Good. No one. I kept on walking, and I turned my head back to the front, and fell into something hard, but still somewhat... soft?
"God dammit! There's everything everywhere! Where's my flash--"
"Eleanor..?"
I looked up, slowly, to see who had said the name. And, there, in front of me, stood Louis Tomlinson of One Direction.
"Are you.. a ghost?" I asked, wondering if this was a dream.
"No. I'm not. Bloody hell, Eleanor! What are you doing here?! Have you still forget what you've done to me? I'm still not over you.. But, here you are, what do you suppose I--" Louis says, but gets cut off by his tears falling down. Not that I can tell, or anything. But, I'm pretty sure I can see sparkles coming down from his eyes. He looks up, trying to get his tears from falling.
"Woah there, Louis. I'm NOT Eleanor.." I looked up at him, trying to reason things before they get out of hand. Who am I kidding? It's ALREADY out of hand, I'm already exposed!
He looked down in complete shock. "You're... not Eleanor?"
"Yes, I'm not Eleanor." I replied, rolling my eyes. I may look like Eleanor, but my whole manner of speaking and dressing is quite different.
Louis, whose trying to comprehend things, yet again asked "You're.. not Eleanor? If you're not.. Eleanor.. who are you then..?" The last question hit me like rocks tumbling down a cliff.
What do I say in this situation? I don't want to lie, yet I don't want to be exposed. I'm already exposed though..I don't know what I should do! I can't lie, and say I'm a staff member. I think he would know his staff. But, do I tell the truth & get humiliated? I don't want him to hate me. And, there's another problem. Apparently, I look like Eleanor, and I brought him to tears. I can't just push that away as if it were nothing! Ugh, there's no time for anything now! I'm just going to go with my heart..
"I'm Lillian.. Remember? From the time when we were bowling yesterday?" I squeaked out, preparing myself for what will come.
Niall P.O.V
Where's that bloody lad?!
Louis's been gone for ages now. He should've been back by now. I mean, really, what could take so--
BOOM.
All of a sudden, this girl runs into me.
"Woah there, miss! What's the rush?" I asked, holding onto her shoulders trying to keep her balanced.
"Umh, I really talk right now, I'm s-sort g-getting c-c-chased.." she hushed, looking around anxiously.
"What? Is someone trying to.. you know.. trying to shag you..?"
"Woah, bro. I don't even know what that means, but all I know is that I need to get out of here right--"
"FOUND YOU LILLIAN, GET BACK HERE!"
Holy cownizzles! What is happening here? This girl runs into me, and now Louis is trying to hassle this girl into our tour bus. WAIT WHAT?
"Let go of me!" the girl sobbed.
"Never! Unless you tell me what you were doing in the stadium!" Louis yelled at her, making her flinch.
"Aye, LOUIS! That is no way to treat a girl!" I yelled at him, smacking him in the head.
"But, Niall! You don't understand what's happening!" Louis yelled back, unconsciously letting go of the girl.
What I didn't expect to happen was that she tried rushing past me, and she fell. My first reaction was that I burst out laughing, and it went on for quite a while.
"Are... pftt.. you okay?" I asked, still half laughing.
"Yes, you jerk!" she replied, tears in her eyes.
"Awh, don't cry, I'm sorry." I said, helping her up.
"Anyways, now that you're okay, Lillian, we still need to talk.." Louis said, putting his forehead onto the tour bus, sighing.
What exactly happened here? Who was this girl? Why did Louis know her? Wait, why doesn't she know us? That's all the questions that came into my mind, until I saw her face.
A/N: Hey, guys Kimberly here! Sorry inactive, had no motivation at all.. But, I will probably re-write this to make it more realistic! :) Leave comments and votes, please! :D Tell me how you think of it. Byee~
