Liz's POV:

I have been training with Paul for about a month now, everyday for 3 hours at a time. I had really bulked up, but I was still small. Me and the boys have grown really close, they trust me and I do the same. No one has even come close to them in a while but I'm sure that will change in a couple of days.

It's their first concert and I am a part of the security that stands at the bottom of the stage. I have become closer to Niall than any of the other boys. If I had to rank them by how much I know them... It would be 1) Niall, 2) Harry, 3) Louis, 4) Zayn, and 5) Liam. It wasn't my fault with Liam. He decided to push me away. But that does negate the fact that I have to keep them ALL safe.

"You nervous?" Niall asked putting a hand on my shoulder.

I was watching TV on the bus. It was quite huge, actually. I slept on the couch because Niall, Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Liam all had the beds. I don't mind the couch, but it would be nice if Paul would switch with me every once in a while. Niall talks and farts in his sleep, Louis mumbles about Eleanor and Harry snores... Loudly. Liam and Zayn slept in the same bed sometimes. It was creepy.

"Only a little. " I said touching the top of his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you." He sat down next to me.

"Um, I think it's my job to keep it the other way around." I felt a grin spread across my face.

"Good point, hey," He grabbed his guitar. "Tell me how this sounds."

He started to play, it was absolutely beautiful. The way he focused on his fingers and the strings they touched, it was mesmerizing. He sang 'One Thing' to me. When he stopped singing, I don't know how it happened but he was really close to me. Emotionally and Physically.

I laughed, "That was beautiful."

"You're beautiful."

"What?" I asked looking confused.

"You heard me." He got up and walking into the kitchen. He got out his left-over Nando's from the night before.

I got up and followed him. He put his food in the microwave and pressed the timer.

Beep beep, beep-beep, beep!

I turned him around to face me. "Why hello." He said putting his hands on my hips.

"Are you drunk?" I asked him, "Sober Niall doesn't act like this around me normally." I squinted at him.

He put his forehead on mine, "I'm drunk on you." He whispered.

"Niall, you don't even know me that well." I said stepping back.

He followed me, "Not yet. But I will, you'll see." He said grabbing my face.

'Maybe it's okay?' I asked myself. 'Maybe I do like Niall, maybe I should date him. He said he hasn't had a girlfriend in a while, maybe I'm his princess?' I asked myself. 'God, I sound concided!' I straightened up, 'Just kiss him! You know you want too!' I leaned in to him.

Beep!

Niall jumped, turning quickly to get his food out of the microwave. 'Of course,' I thought, 'can't even kiss a girl without food.'

Zayn popped his head into the bus, "Vas happening?" He asked picking me up by my waist and spinning me around. I giggled.

Niall glared at Zayn until he put me down, Zayn grabbed my hands and started making me dance like a puppet, "What's wrong, Niall? You don't like it when someone else plays with your girl?" He asked.

Niall's POV:

She's beautiful, Liz. I like her, I definatley like her. She is so calm around us, it's like she doesn't think of us as 'One Direction' but as 'Niall, Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Liam'. She is amazing.

"You nervous?" I asked her as I walked into the media part of the bus. It had a TV, an XBOX, and a little wifi system. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Only a little." She replied putting her hand on mine. Her hand was cold and the smell of her perfume tickled my nose.

I grabbed my guitar and sang to her, she smiled at me the whole time. As the grin dissappeared she told me it was beautiful.

"You're beautiful." Damn it. Word vomit, I'm so embarassed! I need food.

As I walk over to the fridge, she followed me. I want to kiss her, I want to call her mine. She would never go for a guy like me though. I'm average, she's a goddess. I'm short, she looks like she goes for tall guys. It's conflicting wondering what she thinks about me. In the time it took be to put my chicken in the microwave, her hand was on my lower back. I turned around and faced her. She looked lovely. I placed my forehead on hers, she didn't resist. Maybe I could kiss her? Would she let me? 'Kiss her! What is the worst that can happen?' I asked myself.

I leaned into kiss her, she leaned back. "Vas Happening?!" Zayn chimed through the bus.

She jumped as Zayn barged into the bus.

Shit.