Irish Fish ↠ Niall Horan

chapter six

Oook so I forgot to put in a picture of Anne because I'm lazy af so there's one attached the this chapter ok? Ok. I've said ok three times so far ahahah. So the updates might be coming slower than usual because I'm having some personal problems... yeah. Also school is just ugh.

My goal is for every chapter to get at least 300 reads before my birthday (March 2nd) and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200+ READS GAHHHH *does lil happy dance*

This chapter is dedicated to @nosantasinsummer because one, your username is yes and two, because they actually commented something on like 3 chapters, caught a mistake I made and votedddd, ahahah I'm so weird but thank youuu! :)

ILY GUYS

Paige xx

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Anne's POV (woAh)

Laying back on my bed, I attempted to keep my eyes open despite the fact that it was 1 PM on a Wednesday morning. I'm a late sleeper, what can I say, fanfictions and One Direction are pretty addictive.

Grabbing my phone from my night stand I saw a text from Ali.

Hey Anne, is it alright if we pick you up around 5 for the concert? It opens at 7 so we want to get there early.

Holy shit. The concert was today. Today. In less than 8 hours. Holy shit. With a little scream, I got up and ran into the bathroom, almost slipping on the tile flooring and crashing into the glass wall of the shower.

Skidding to a stop, I started to take off my pajamas but then remembered I still had to text Ali back.

Running back into my room I grabbed my phone and quickly replied, telling Ali that time was fine.

Making my way towards the bathroom again, I closed the door and turned on the water.

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Holding the towel around me, I walked into my room and checked the time. It was 1:37, I had taken about 40 minutes on a shower, that's a record. I put on some faded Jean shorts and a purple crop top. Slipping on my dark blue converse, I grabbed a bag and shoved my phone into my pocket, practically skipping down the stairs into the kitchen.

After basically inhaling my food, I saw that it was already 2:15 so I went back upstairs to fix my hair and makeup. I didn't usually wear makeup, just a bit of mascara and that's it because I found it uncomfortable and annoying.

I figured I didn't have to tell my parents where I would be because they were always out of the state on business trips. They didn't care about me and just left me home alone, saying I was old enough to care for myself. Sighing, I sat on the couch and squealed when I saw Keeping Up With The Kardashians was on. I curled my legs up onto the couch and intently watched the show, not being able to focus due to all the excitement.

Finally, after constantly checking the time, I heard a knock on the door and opened it, seeing Ali. I greeted her and we walked to the car, getting in.

The ride was quiet, Ali's mom being there meant we couldn't fan girl and sing along to the music on the radio. It wasn't awkward, though, just nerve wracking because I couldn't sit still.

Turning to look out the window, I watched as buildings and other cars passed us in a blur.

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Finally, we arrived at the concert, quickly getting out of the car and thanking Ali's mom for the drive.

We ran inside, showing the security our tickets and getting our bags checked. We found our seats, which were pretty close to the front, but not quite first row. Being so close to the boys was worth it, even if it wasn't first row. Those were too expensive and though Ali and I weren't that poor, our parents would never let us spend that much money on something "as petty as concert tickets".

While waiting, Ali and I talked to each other and the girls around us, meeting a few fellow larry shippers and exchanging numbers. Most of the girls were nice, though there were a few who threw rude words at us about how larry shippers ruined Harry and Louis' friendship. We just ignored them and continued to talk to the other girls.

Finally, the concert started and thousands of people started screaming as the lights dimmed. The boys weren't on stage yet and it was already so loud. When the boys walked on stage, the screaming intensified and Ali and I linked hands, jumping around and screaming.

They greeted the crowd, claiming we were the loudest by far. After their little intro, they started singing WMYB and the screams got even louder, which I didn't think was possible, because they were singing a fetus song and it sounded amazing now that their voices had changed.

They sung BSE and a bunch of other songs when Niall stepped forward. "Hello," he said in his strong accent, smiling out at us. "Since we have the best fans in the world, we wanna give you guys something special. We have a seat number," Harry waved the piece of paper around, smiling like a little kid. Niall continued, "and whoever's in the seat will get to come backstage with a friend and meet us after the show. We'd love to meet all of ya, but there are a lot of ya, so we can only meet two people."

"Sorry loves!" Liam blurted out.

Louis stood up and shouted, "we still love you all!" While Harry and Zayn were making funny faces at the crowd.

"The seat number is... turdy seven in row H!" Niall exclaimed, his heavy accent making his words sound cute.

Ali's POV

Girls were checking their seat numbers and Anne and I glanced down at our tickets when we heard a shriek to our left. Some girl was crying, her hands over her mouth. She must've been the seat that they picked.

Trying to hide my disappointment as the boys helped her onto the stage, I wondered what it would be like to meet the boys. It felt like I already knew them, though meeting them in person would be much better.

It was strange. If I were to meet the boys, I would be meeting someone I had known for years while they would just be meeting a complete stranger.

Sighing, I got up, telling Anne that I had to use the bathroom.

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I sighed. I had been doing a lot of sighing lately. I was lost, the long halls confusing me to no end. Turning the corner, I ran into someone, getting a mouth full of bushy brown hair and falling on top of the person, their long legs tangling with mine.

I have a problem with running into people.

AHAHAHAHA CLIFFHANGER I'M SO MEAN. You guys probably know what happens though I'm so bad at this, the description is too accurate. Oops.

If someone doesn't understand the word above I will shoot you I s2g. The x-factor days were just jajajzbwwfkcp I cry Harry and Louis and their moments and the hug and Simon and aw I just.

Anyway. I'm sad now. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, vote and comment :)

And as a heads up, I will update every time the new chapter reaches 30 reads.

Paige xx

P.S. Paige is my writers name ahaha not my real one idk should I give you guys my real name or not. Oh well idk. I might start a new book soon, a Larry Stylinson fanfic because LS is yes af. It depends on how school goes for me.

P.P.S. Sorry this is rly long, it's mostly authors notes though ahahah I'll make the following chapters shorter because that's what you guys said you liked so yeah.