Niall's POV:
Liz and I are still going strong, 7 months and Harry hasn't made one move on her since the last show we did. She completely told him off! I'm proud of her, not to mention there is another show tonight and we're all stressed out. I haven't seen her today, she's been busy with Harry. With having to get him up in the morning and kicking the girls out that are usually in his bed and getting him to his stylist is hard enough without having me in the picture.
I have already been to hair and make-up this morning and we are going off to a photo shoot that Paul is forcing us to do and Phillip has been on my ass all morning! It gets irritating having someone on your back all the time. I am super jealous of Harry. Not only does he get to spend all day with MY girlfriend, but he get the only girl in the security team. Or as we like to call them 'babysitters'.
Of course, Harry, the player of the band, gets the pretty girl as a babysitter... this is first grade all over again.
Liz's POV:
Harry is annoying. He sleeps until 12 and is with a different girl every night! Oh, I am the lucky one who gets to go into his room and kick the girl out before management does. I think Harry would rather it be me than Paul anyway. Paul would literally kick her out. I just tell them to leave.
I'm super happy he doesn't hit on me incessantly anymore. It is much easier to make snappy remarks when I don't have to make them up every 5 seconds.
I'm watching the Harry get ready for the photo shoot, it isn't my fault he's late. He wouldn't roll out of bed! "Okay, all done!" The hair lady said excitedly. Harry turned around in the chair.
"What do you think?" He asked me.
"Still looks like you have sex hair."
"Nice to know you think I have sexy hair!" He said winking at me.
"No, I said 'sex hair' not 'sexy'... meaning it looks like you just banged a girl and didn't bother to wash up after it." I said turning around to leave.
"Hey!" Harry called.
I'm sitting in Niall's chair while they are taking pictures. I was thinking about going into his dressing room and sitting on the couch in there waiting for him to come back to we could have a make-out session before the next set of pictures. But decided against it, and I regret it. Niall and I haven't had any time together since like, 2 weeks ago... that's too long!
Niall walked over to me, "You're in my seat." He said pointing behind me.
"I am totally aware of that."
"Well," He grabbed my hand, "I have to go change my shirt for the next set, wanna come? We can... Talk."
I stood up and held up my arms. Niall turned around and bend down a little. I jumped on his back and kissed him on the cheek.
"So, you looking forward to the screaming girls tonight?" He asked me.
"Not really... But I'm excited about the songs." I said, "The screaming girls drown you out." I said frowning.
We passed Liam's dressing room, then Harry's, then Louis, and finally got to Niall's. Zayn's room was across the hall. "Here we are." Niall said putting me down.
Niall's POV:
I found the fact that she wanted me to carry her adorable. It wasn't hard because she wasn't even 110 pounds. A little small if you ask me, but she is still curvy so it's okay. I found it hard to believe that we have made it almost 8 months! The tour is almost over and I don't know what else I am going to do with my time when it's over. At least I can announce her being mine tonight. I know exactly how I'll do it.
It's going to be a surprise to her, she doesn't know that Paul has given me permission to do this yet, but she will tonight. I pulled my shirt over my head. "Mmm!" I heard from behind me. I couldn't help myself, I ran over to her and picked her up. Her lips interlocking with mine. She was cold as always, but she was also hot.
"Are you okay?" I asked pulling away, her hands were still holding my face. "You feel okay, I mean."
"I guess, no worse than usual." She replied.
"You feel hot." I said looking up at her.
She put a hand on my shoulder for stability and the other on my chest. "Ever think it might have something to do with the way you're holding me, babe?" She asked kissing me one more time before I put her down again.
"I didn't think of it that way, and anyway, we both know nothing like that will happen for a little while. We talked about that." I said. It was true, we had talked about sex. We both agreed that we wanted to wait until marriage before we did anything of that nature.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't want to do it here anyway. I think it would be nicer in a bed." She said looking around. She giggled.
I couldn't help but laugh myself. I pulled a baby blue button up out of the menagerie of clothing. I pulled it over my shoulders and walked over to Liz, I knew how much she liked buttoning my shirts so I always let her do it. She already had her hands at the bottom of the shirt before I finished walking over to her.
As her hands went up my torso I got chills. "Are you cold?" She asked grabbing my hand.
"No, that feels funny." I chuckled and pointed to the buttons.
She let go of my hand and went back to the buttons. She left two undone so I could breathe comfortably. "Okay, one last touch." She said walking over to the rack in which I had pulled my shirt from. She picked up a tie and sercured it loosly around my neck. "Sexy as hell." She whispered. My hands instantly grabbed her hips and pulled her into me, we kissed.
I wouldn't trade her for the world. The way she understood me, the sacrifise she made for me, cause let's face it Harry isn't everyones, especially Liz's, cup of tea. She was perfect for me. Harry walked in soon, "Liz, I need your assistance."
"I'm busy." She replied pulling away from me. I didn't loosen my grip at all.
"It's important!" Harry whined.
"I'll be there in a minute!" She yelled, I felt her body tense up, I pulled her in closer to me.
"I'll see you later." I whispered as I looked into her eyes.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." She left the room, she sighed as she closed the door.
Liz's POV:
I was at my post in front of the stage, there were no metal barricades this time and there were a lot of screaming girls in my face. "Back up!", "Calm down!", "Back up!", "Chill out!" Was the ballad of the night.
I saw Niall throw something that looked like a hat into the started screaming and peopled pushed father forward. Fans reaching over the stage floor, attempting to get the boys to come closer. I heard yelling and screaming a little louder, I realized someone was getting hurt.
"Stop the music!" Niall yelled , "Hey, Hey!" He yelled, no one payed any attention to him.
I stood there for a second, 'Listen to him! He is trying to help someone! Listen! Listen!' I thought in my mind. My thoughts over took my body, I jumped on stage, appearently two girls were fighting over the hat he had thrown.
"Stop the music!" I yelled, everything stopped, the screaming, the singing, the dancers, everything. All eyes on me. "You need to stop! You look stupid fighting here." I said into Niall's microphone that he handed to me in fear of what I may do in order to take it from him.
After I said that the crowd cheered. "Just, get out of here!" I yelled, more cheering. No one moved, "Get out of here, get out of here, gt out of here!" I rushed them on. Paul and another guard named Phillip made their way to the girls.
As they started to push them out they stopped as the girls tried to reason with them, "Paul, just push them out! Don't listen to them! What are you doing?" I asked, "Are you trying to converse with them, or are you trying to get them out?"
Paul got the girls out, I didn't dare to move, "I like working for One Direction to listen to the shows, they are actually a lot of fun." The crowd cheered again. "So you guys want to hear some more music?" I asked. The reaction from the crowd was deafening. "Okay, then I'll give this back to Niall... But only if these lovely girls will take about 4 steps back.
The girls in the front row did as they were told. I handed the mic back to Niall and hopped off the stage and back into my spot.
"That was my girlfriend Liz." Irish voice, sounded like Niall, looked like Niall... but Niall would never say that... Would he?
Niall's POV:
She turned quickly with widened eyes. All the girls screamed. "That's right, Liz, I said it. Fans... This is my girlfriend." I said walking over to her, I held out my hand for her to get back on stage. She did but she didn't say a word.
"What are you doing?" She asked, I got lucky and picked it up in the microphone.
"Something I should have done a long time ago." I said shoving my mic into Harry's chest. I grabbed Liz's face and kissed her. I have never heard the fans scream like that before in my entire career. I pulled away, "I love you Liz, now the whole world will know that." I whispered.
Liz was a pale as she was when Louis cut his finger with a knife while trying to cut that apple on the bus while it was moving. "I love you too." She whispered. "I'm just scared of what they might do if I go back down there." She said burying her face in my chest.
"That's why Paul is behind you, go sit in my room until I get there." I said handing her over to Paul. I had forgotten that there were 2 thousand, plus, people watching me.
"So, what song is next?" I asked. Louis, Liam, Harry, and Zayn all stared as a form of 'what did you just do' glares.
"I want...to know what the hell just happened?" Louis finally said. The music started to play and the night went on as planned. Yay?