Twisted [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter One

Niall's POV

It has only been a few weeks into our tour and I'm already tired. Different time zones really mix me up.

Right now, I'm getting ready for our concert. I could already hear the hundreds of screaming fans. To my luck, I've gotten used to the loud shouts and screams. After a lady gave me my microphone, I ran onto the stage with Liam on my right and Harry on my left and the other two in the front. I quickly grabbed my guitar, strumming to the lyrics of Little Things as Zayn started to sing.
"Your hand fits in mine like they're made just for me..." He sang and I could hear the immediate response. Loud high-pitched screams coming from all directions. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans, but the screams aren't exactly the greatest thing to hear on a daily basis.

As Harry started to sing, I knew it was almost my turn, but for some reason, I was distracted. I looked out into the crowd of fans and saw what I usually did, girls, but there was one that stood out like she had a spotlight shining down on her. As my part came near, I looked directly at her the entire time.
"You've never loved yourself as much as I love you....you never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to.." I sang, still looking at her.

All of a sudden, the boys started to laugh. I looked at them, completely confused.
"What?" I mouthed to them. They just kept on laughing. What did I do?
"You sang the wrong lyrics, mate." Liam said, patting my back while keeping a laugh from coming out. I face palmed and looked at the girl once more before directing my attention back to the concert.

Well, time to meet her...

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