I exhaled loudly as the boys came offstage. I was so nervous; this was their biggest performance yet! But I was relieved as they waved a quick farewell to their audience.
I'm Cayla by the way. I'm Harry's sister. We share the same brown corkscrew curls, though he has green eyes and I have brown. Harry and I are only a year apart, him being the older one.
Anyway, back to the present. I rushed backstage to hug my big brother and congratulate his best friends. I literally lunged at all of them; they staggered back with every hug. They all ran off to their dressing room, except for Niall.
He awkwardly said, "Did I sound ok?" in a soft little voice. I hugged him again and whispered into his hair, "You were the best of all of them" I surprised myself at what I just said.
Did I just have a romantic moment? With Niall? No, no I couldn't have. He's practically my brother. And I couldn't date one of Harry's band members! Last time I checked it was against the rules. But yet I felt a strange attachment to him, like he was more than my brother's buddy. I was kind of blanking out, and I didn't know anything except I never wanted to let this boy go. But my only wish could not be granted for at that moment.
Harry walked in and awkwardly coughed. "Harry! I was just umm congratulating Niall on you know the uh performance..."
Harry suspiciously nodded and said, "I see... Cayla it's time to go home now. Get in the car"
