Niam.... only a dream?

Out In The Open

Niall's POV

I slipped off my seat that I had been sat in since the moment we got to this interview. It was a last minute thing, none of us knew what it was about which stressed us out a lot. Each of us dealing with the stress differently.

Harry was pulling his hands threw his curls almost abusively, Zayn had went out to have a smoke, Louis was cracking horrible jokes and laughing extremely loud, I was biting my lower lip extremely hard, and Liam... Liam actually looked calm...

His face had no lines of worry, his eyes were on his phone that was held in his hand as he leaned up against the wall backstage. He was wearing a dark blue tshirt, dark faded blue jeans, and his hair was straighted and swept to the side like normal.

I frowned and watched Liam for a while until he glanced over at me; I tried looking away before he noticed I'd been watching him but with the luck I have it didn't work.

Liam wobbled over to me with his crunched under his arms and a sly smirk on his face; I kept my face toward the floor only to have him tilt it up so I was looking at him.

"What's got you so nervous?" he looked over at me with amusement filled eyes.

I shook my head and forced a small smile, "Nothing at all."

"You're a horrid liar."

My face paled and I forced myself not to look at him, "I am not lying so I don't know what you mean."

A soft chuckle came from beside me, "Your jaw clenches and you grind your teeth together when you lie or are nervous. You're lying or you're nervous. I have my money on a bit of both. Am I wrong?"

I groan and pull a hand down my face as Live While We're Young starts to play, "No. You're right."

Harry nudged me from behind, letting me know I was suppose to move forward. I groaned quietly and made my way onto the stage with a forced smile on my face as the audience screamed and waved signs in the air.

I sat down on the long couch that was waiting for us. Liam sat next to me followed by Harry, Louis, and finally Zayn.

Huh... I wasn't the last one this time... That's a first.

I looked over to the interviewer and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. She looked extremely familiar for some reason. She had dark hair that could be either really dark brown hair or black, depending on the lighting. A light tan, brown eyes, and a slim body with a few curves thrown in. She wore a black tshirt that had the studios logo on it in red letters and a pair of black skinny pants and black pumps.

The audience quieted down as the interviewer put her hand in the air and motioned to us.

Her accent not being what i expected at all.

"Hello, One Direction. Thank you for coming in on such short notice," she smiled at us but continued, "You can call me Tay if you'd like. Now we have some things we need cleared up for us since there are many rumors going around on Twitter and all over the internet right now."

Why did she sound and look so familiar? She's not British either! She's Irish! Or at least her accent was. This is just confusing...

"-ou took Niall on a date?" Tay's voice snapped me back to the interview taking place.

I felt a deep blush rising to my face at the mention of Liam's date he had taken me on a week ago. We still hadn't spoken about it but I knew my feelings for Liam were continually growing for him; more than just a friend and definitely not as a brother. It was something more complex than all that.