I'm Coming Home (One Direction Fan Fiction)

~Chapter Eight~

For the first time in a whole year, I have a restless sleep without any bad dreams about Lachlan’s plane crashing.

In fact, in the first time in a whole year, I didn’t have a bad dream at all.

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“How’d it go?” Danielle chirps as soon as I walk into the dressing room backstage of our final performance, referring to my date last night.

“Wonderful.” I honestly admit, blushing slightly. Danielle chuckles quietly and continues to let the make-up artist do her job.

“In that case, guess who’s going to be in the audience tonight?” She smirks from her chair. I swear, for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. That would be impossible though, I’ve been on one date with the lad, and I wasn’t even sure if he was interested in me.

“You mean…”

“One Direction.” A grin appears on her face. Not only will her boyfriend be in the crowd, but my date from last night would be, too. I guess he could assess me on my dancing skills then. I let a smirk snake its way onto my face and Danielle notices, grinning even wider.

“We’ll meet them backstage afterwards, I suppose.” She calmly states, sighing.

“You suppose?” I raise my eyebrow with the same smirk playing on my lips.

“Yeah,” She exhales, “Maybe you and little Nialler can exchange numbers.”

“What do you mean?” I put my hand on my hip, giving Danielle a playful glare.

“Well I heard he enjoyed just as much as you did… he wants to see you again… or should I leave that for him to say?” She teases and I just laugh, grabbing my costume from the rack.

I slip it on and allow the make-up and hair artists to make me look wonderful for the camera, and I feel myself grow rather excited due to the fact I was going to not only be watched by most of England, but the international boy band One Direction- live. I feel a little shiver run down my spine as I walk backstage of the set, ready to film and air the dancing clip. I hear the audio crew start to test the song and the lights would flicker on and off as the other girls started to join me, and my nerves not only passed and came back, but grew.

“Urban Street work on set please!” One of the short men shouted beside the stage.

“Girls come on!” Daisy shouts over the top of him, ushering us all on. We immediately find our spots on stage and look down. I dare to look up slightly and a large crowd of about 200 sat in front of us, murmuring and gossiping. Right in the back row, very middle was the tousled blonde hair from last night. The bright stage lights block out my view from his full face but I can see the outline of a polo shirt- from the looks of it, a bright red one.

I look back down as the other girls do and I can hear ’10 SECONDS!’ being shouted in the background, so I relax my muscles and prepare myself mentally.  The music starts but my head blocks it out and focuses on my dancing. Without even needing to think about it, I start to move my feet and within no time I’m performing the same dance I’d done the past few days without trouble. I briefly look up to see a captured crowd and as the song finished, they all stood to watch. I felt a small smile try to find its way to my mouth but I knew a good dancer kept their emotions at bay- usually. The song finishes and with a puff I bow and we all run off stage. I hear congratulations being shouted but Danielle and I find each other and get back to central backstage where 5 boys were being brought in by bodyguards and such. I take a swig of water and adjust my skimpy dancing singlet/top, making sure I didn’t look overly horrible and I put on a smile, welcoming the boys backstage. They all bounce up and around Danielle, giving her massive hugs except for Niall who shuffles over to me and gives me a hug.