Teach Me

Epilogue

I know I said I wasn't going to write an epilogue... but I somehow ended up doing it anyway. Sorry about that. So I really hope you don't mind, and that you enjoy this, but I guess only time will show. Now, go on and read. :)

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I stepped out on stage, taking each step carefully. A feeling of uneasiness washed over me as I looked out at the crowd of people. But despite the nervousness, my feet carried me farther onto the stage and towards the chair set up in the middle of the stage.

I threw a quick glance back at Niall who was stood just beside the stage, behind a curtain; something that made it easy for me to see him, but impossible for the audience. The smile on his face calmed me down slightly, enough for me to once again focus on the way ahead of me, and soon enough I reached the chair.

A lot of the people in the crowd had noticed me by now, but not everyone. The boys had offered to introduce me, but I had quickly turned down that offer. I didn’t feel the need for all the attention as soon as I got on. I was scared enough about being on the stage in front of everyone, let alone sing for them.

I sat down on the chair and placed the guitar I had carried with me, in my lap. As soon as I felt ready I looked out at the crowd once again, this time discovering that most people had noticed me by now. They were all watching me closely as far as I could see, probably wondering why I was there and what I was doing on stage.

Just knowing a lot of them were looking at me made me a bit uncomfortable, so I cleared my throat and brought my slightly trembling fingers up to the head-worn microphone they had endowed me with, just to check if it was still there. I then plugged the wire into the guitar so it was connected to the speaker system. It was an electro-acoustic guitar, one of Niall’s, but I had borrowed it from him since I only had an acoustic guitar. And according to Niall it would sound so much better with an electro-acoustic one.

“Hi everyone…” I started uneasily. I had gone through this hundreds of times in my head ever since it was settled that I would do a guest performance at one of the boys’ shows. And yet there I was, nearly at a loss for words. “My name is Elizabeth Sanderson, but some of you may know me as Ella.”

The crowd let out a loud cheer at my words, and that brought a smile to my face. It was easy that far, even though my brain was only working midway and my voice was a bit shaky. My main concern was the singing part. The response though had somehow lightened the nervousness a bit, making me feel more comfortable, but that was just on the talking part.

 “The lads of One Direction somehow persuaded me to agree to sing a song for you all…” I told them, and then let out a small laugh. “…I don’t even know how they managed to convince me.”  I admitted as a sheepish smile appeared on my face.

The boys had wanted this for years, for me to get out on a stage and sing in front of people. But it wasn’t until now recently that they had finally succeeded in talking me into it. Niall and Louis had been the ones nagging me the most about it. Niall hadn’t really nagged me a lot about it in the start, it was mostly the other boys then. But the last couple of months Niall had seemed more and more into the idea, for some reason, and I guess that was the main reason I finally complied.

“I’m going to sing a song suggested by a very special someone.” I told them, knowing most of them would put two and two together and understand exactly who that special someone was. Niall and I was no secret, hadn’t been for the past four and a half years.

We had been together for quite some time before we decided to go public, so Niall had to avoid those kinds of questions in interviews. It was hard for him to always avoid the questions, especially with the pictures from the airport spiralling around in the media, but the boys always helped him, and the interviewers usually didn’t ask too much.