A/N: To anyone reading this thanks and I hope you like it Colgate :) x
We gather in our small circle getting ready for the boys to go on. I could hear the fans screaming through the two levels of concrete. It was the last show of their sold out Up All Night Tour. I felt proud to say that I was part of the large team that made it all possible. I had finally worked my way up to being the head stylist in charge of over 20 makeup artists, hairdressers and designers. I had the final say on everything to do with how the boys were presented to the public. Making sure the boys looked good for every photo shoot, every interview and every concert was a hard job but it was mine to do.
Paul telling the boys that they had 5 minutes till they had to be onstage snapped me back to reality. We perform our pre-show rituals and start to walk up to the stage. As we walk up the first flight of stairs the screaming instantly gets louder.
"Good luck Boys" I have to yell over the screaming.
"Thanks Claudia" Harry says.
It feels weird for him to call me Claudia. None of them usually call me Claudia unless something important is about to happen or they have something important to say to me.
"I don't know how to thank you" Liam says so sincerely.
"Well how about you all go out there and do the best show you can for all of your girls in London" I add playfully.
"You can bet your Nandos on it" Niall says trying to supress a laugh.
"Anything for the best Stylist in Narnia" Harry says while giving me a hug.
"Go on now, go perform for your girls, I'll see you in a bit to change your outfits."
"Ok, see you then." Zayn adds cheerfully.
Before they all walk off Louis comes and gives me a big hug and quietly thanks me.
"Good Luck Lou." I say to him.
"Thanks Love." he replies just as Paul comes over and announces that the boys are already late and that they need to get on stage now.
"See you in half an hour boys." I add as they walk away even though they probably can’t hear me over the screams of their girls.
They get in position, ready for the floor to rise up beneath them and propel them into the spotlight so that they can sing to hundreads of girls who ar chanting their name. I remember their first concert that I was part of. One of the best nights of my life; I spent it doing what I loved.
As they start rising up onto the stage I see the five boys who I met at the age of 17. The girl who met those boys had only just accepted the fact that her best friend wasn't coming back. She had only just accepted that the girl she was before her friend had dissapeared wasn't coming back either. That girl who was shy and quiet... Well she was long gone.
