As I Feel Myself Fall (One Direction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

I kept my mouth slightly agape as I watched the boys perform their first song, I think "Stole My Heart." How could I have been so blind?

Paul once again chuckled at my surprise before speaking, "I'm needed at the front of the stage now. Have to keep crazy fans away. You seem shocked frozen enough for now, I don't think I have to worry about you." He winked at me before heading back out.

Half a million thoughts rushed through my mind as the boys made their way through their set. As Paul had only half-jokingly said, I was frozen in place for most of it.

Niall had been hiding from people in the sandwich shop that day and had been terrified of me at first. He had thought because I was a teenage girl I would obviously know the ins and outs of One Direction, especially one of the members. Of course, he hadn't counted on a girl who never kept up with social drama, I thought.

I came back down to Earth, as some would say, as the boys were getting ready to sing their final song.

"We'd like to take this time to announce, before we sing 'Moments' that the booths are now back open for final donations." Liam announced to the crowd, who cheered. Of course, the crowd would have cheered if he had said anything. That, at least, I'd noticed throughout their performance.

"These charities and organizations are all very important to us, and I know you all care about it at least a bit, otherwise you wouldn't be here" Harry said slowly, pushing the crowd very subtly to donate.

"Now, for our final song, an apparent fan favorite, 'Moments.'" Niall said to the crowd, who cheered wildly.

Feeling bad for not having paid much attention to previous songs, I made sure to really listen to this one, and keep my mind open. I usually liked all music, but I was immensely worried that I was going to get weird and not like their music.

As Liam started the song, the instrumentals of which I was already liking, I instantly regretted not listening to them throughout the concert. If the other boys' voices were anything like Liam's, I had missed out on a spectacular show.

For some reason, the song made me think back to when my parents disowned me, and even further back, to the events that led up to it. Despite my rule about not crying in public, I began to tear up as Niall started on his part.

And if I was only tearing up during that part, I was an absolute crying mess by the time Zayn sang his bridge and they finished the song. The song was so beautiful, and it had drug out so many memories of the past.

As the boys said their goodbyes and thanked the crowd, I quickly wiped my eyes, cursing myself for the bad luck of wearing mascara and eyeliner. Hoping my eyes weren't too red and my mascara wasn't running, I managed to smile as the boys filed down the stairs and back to where I was standing.

Niall, of course, looked at me first, his smile fading as I assumed he noticed that I had been crying. Fantastic. He quickly made his way over to me and cupped my chin in his hands as he scanned my face, stupid me kept smiling as he did so. I'm sure I looked demented.

"You okay, Lander?" He asked me softly. I cut my eyes over to where the other boys were standing. They were laughing and goofing off with one another, but they would every so often glance over at Niall and I, trying to give us privacy but at the same time apparently concerned about my well being. My heart swelled at how they seemed so caring and hadn't even known me for a day, and tears leaked once more out of my eyes.

"Dammit, I never cry in public," I giggled a bit, "That song was just so beautiful. It really touched me..that's not strange is it?" I laughed as I answered Niall, pulling back and wiping my eyes.