Won't Stop Till We Surrender

Chapter Twenty Two

“Thank you so much! You were an amazing crowd!”

“Can’t wait to see you guys next year!”

“Wait. We an announcement to make.” Zayn informed the crowd. The arena errupted into cheers once again.

“You guys want to hear the great new?!” He asked them excitedly, obviously knowing that they wanted to know. They shouted and screamrd until Zayn spoke again.

“We have a 4th night at the Staples Centre!!” Everyone screamed, including Danielle and I.

“Wooo!”

We all ran off stage. Niall did his famous jump, just before he lifted me up and spun me around.

“Eww, Niall! You’re sweaty!! If you know what’s best for you, put me down!” I yelled.

“Oh, I wanna carry Aria!” Liam sang like an excited toddler. He took me from Niall. “Am I not heavy or?”

“Pssh, heavy? You’re more like a feather.”

“My turn!” Zayn scooped me up. “What is with you boys. So immature. So sweaty.” I rolled my eyes in disgust.

“I’ll save you!” Louis took me out of Zayn-s arm and carried me bridal style, although he just as sweaty as all of them so he really wasn’t saving me at all but making it worse.

“This is so gross. I hate being sweaty and touching sweaty people. Ugh!”

“And you say I’m a drama queen.” I glared at Louis. “That’s because you are.” He had a mischevious smile on his face. “Lou, what are you thinking?” He didn’t answer, he just continued to smirk. You never know with his boy.

“Harry! Help! Sandy! Danielle! Eleanor. JOSH! ANYONE HELP ME! THE TOMMO IS TRYING TO KIDNAP MEEEE!” I yelled but no one answered. Louis continued to walk. I pounded my fist onto his chest.

“I’m kidnapping your girlfriend. You mind?” Louis asked Josh casually, as if it was the most normal thing. “Sure.” Josh smiled. “What?” I asked, not believing he’s allowing any of this.

“No getting out of this one, love.” Josh shrugged as we passed him. “Oh, you’re gonna get it.” I mouthed to Josh. He just winked.

Louis opened the door to their dressing room with a skillfull hand and kicked it shut as he carried me in. “I hate you!” I hissed as he dropped me on the couch.

“We need to talk.” Louis’ expression was nothing like his cheery and playful one just a moment ago. It was serious and bold.

“Sure.” I sat up. A little scared of what he might say.

“So, El’s birthday is coming up next week and I wanted to know what to get her…” I exhaled. I was so relieved. I thought it was something serious.

“Calm down Louis. Uhh… Get her a Starbucks gift card, definetly! But make sure she doesn’t use it all in one week. Eleanor will die of a caffeine addiction.”

Louis nodded. “She will soon. For sure. Okay what else?” I thought for a second. “Get her something with the Union Jack flag on it. Like a bracelet or something, she will love that. We can later.”

“And Lou?” I crinkled my nose. “Please go change. You smell horrible.” Louis laughed.

Eleanor’s P.O.V.

“Harry, have you seen Louis?” I tapped Harry on the shoulder, I wanted to congratulate him on his amazing performance. He shook his head. “Not since we performed then he carried Aria off somewhere…” I nodded stiffly. Carried Aria away somewhere?