Dreams Do Come True (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 5

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It would mean so much.

Niall--

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Liam," I tried to call his name, but my throat was closed up. I was going to die. I can't breathe! Why can't I breathe!? What the hell is going on!? I took a few steps, trying to push my way through, but I was just pushed back.

"Liam, Paul, please..." I tried again. This time my voice worked and Liam heard me. He turned around and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him through the crowd. I was shaking so hard, it was almost a vibration.

"Niall?"

"Niall, mate?"

"We're out. You're okay now."

"Niall! Breathe!"

I took a shuddered breath in, trying to focus on what Liam was saying.

"Are you okay, mate?"

I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, releasing the breath in a slow 'woosh'.

"I think so. That was horrible." I was still shaking, but not as bad as I was before.

"I know, Nialler. But we're through now, you're fine."

I nodded at him again and followed him to a room where there was a few couches and a tv set up with videogames.

"Niall, mate, you okay?" Zayn asked as soon as we walked in. "I know how bad your claustrophobia gets and that crowd was huge." I smiled at him, thankful that he cared.

"I'm okay now. Liam had to pull me through, though. I felt like I was going to pass out." Zayn nodded at me, sadly. He knew. He had helped me enough times after a big crowd to know.

It wasn't that bad all the time. Usually I could handle it, but when the girls are forcing their way closer to you, it's like walls closing in on you, and you feel like your suffocating.

I shuddered slightly before turning to the tv to see what Louis and Harry were playing. COD. Did I even have to look? They're always playing that.

"No! Harry! How could you!? You killed me!" Louis yelled.

"It's the game, Boobear. I'm sorry, but I had to," Harry replied, faking a sorry expression.

"Oh, well, then I guess it's okay," Lou said, respawning.

I laughed at them. They were such kids sometimes.

Eh! Who am I kidding? We're all kids sometimes... Okay, all the time. Well, except Liam. He tries to keep us in line, but usually messes around with us anyway. He's still our 'Daddy Directioner' as the fans call him.

"Ten minutes, boys," Paul told us. "Louis, Harry, get off the game. Zayn, your hair looks fine. Come on." Liam gave me a look, asking silently if I was ready to face the day. I gave him a small nod back, telling him I could handle it.

We followed Paul out of the room and to a table close to one of the walls. Harry sat closest to where the girls were going to come in, so they would see him first. He was followed by Louis, then Zayn, then Liam, and finally me. I liked being last. It was easier because usually by the time the girls reached me, they were calmed down a little. I took a deep breath and readied myself for a long couple of hours.

As the things we had to sign moved down the table, collecting our signatures, the girls walked in front of the table, occasionally asking for a high-five or (for the bolder ones) a kiss on the cheek. They gave us gifts and said what they wanted to say.