Same day, 7:00 pm O2 Arena

Niall's POV.

I paced back and forth in my dressing room. Zayn sat on my couch, scrolling through Twitter and Tumblr. I was happy. REALLY happy. I couldn't wait to see my amazing girlfriend again after spending the week with her in Ireland. I decided to give her two tickets for her to give her friend as a birthday present. I was still pacing when I felt two hands grip my shoulders. I looked up to see Zayn staring at me.

"Niall Horan, if you don't stop pacing I'm going to hairspray you to the wall." He seemed so dead serious I was wondering if he knew that wouldn't work. He let me go and walked back over to the couch, resuming his former position. I stood in front of my full length mirror making sure I looked okay. Blue Supras, black skinny jeans, and a blue Captain America shirt. My quiff was a little flat, but that's okay. Sadly, Zayn noticed. "Nialler, you can't go out like that! You're hair is all messed up!"

"Okay, then fix it bad boy." I grinned in the mirror and Zayn looked back, though I knew I struck a nerve. He didn't say anything. As he started working, my phone rang. "Hello?"

I heard two sets of giggles and then a scream, followed by a thud and various curses. "Hey, babe." I grinned and shook my head.

"Hey, beautiful." Zayn snorted and, oddly enough, so did Isabelle. "Are you ready?"

"Yep, I'm ready and Emma is almost ready, but she decided to fall off-"

"I WAS PUSHED!"

"-of my bed, so now she's redoing her hair." I laughed.

"Sounds like Zayn." I felt a tug at my head and winced.

"All done, Izzy. Meet you in the car?" I could hear the question so clearly and with how loud it was, I felt like I was on the phone with Louis.

"Yeah, I guess, babe." I frowned.

"You guess what?" I could hear the smile in her voice as she chuckled.

"Not you, Ni. Emma."

"Oh." I felt like an idiot. Zayn finished my hair and went back to his couch. I could clearly see his iPhone screen and I could see him deleting photos, still, of him and his ex, Perrie Edwards. They had been over for about a month and half now. She had moved on, but he hasn't. Granted, she was the one who ended it, but still. Once he had finished deleting them, he replaced his backgrounds. His home screen went from his and Perrie's first kiss, to one of him and his sisters. The lock screen went from the Zerrie romance, to the Ziall bromance. I grinned and looked down at my phone.

Miss you! Can't wait to see you're handsome face

tonight. Love ya! XxIsabellexx

I smiled wider and replied:

Same. 20 more minutes till I can see your

beautiful face looking up at me again. Love

ya too! XxNialler

Zayn and I decided to go chill with the other boys, who were in the waiting area backstage. Zayn walked over to another couch out there and sat down, resuming the position he had minutes before. The only difference was that he had slipped his headphones on. I made my way to the food table, groaning and moaning about how hungry I was.

"Niall, you're always hungry!" Liam smirked from beside Zayn. Awe Ziam. When they looked away I snapped a pic and pulled up twitter.

NiallOfficial

Ziam looks so CUTE! Don't they make an awesome couple?

#Ziam Real_Liam_Payne ZaynMalik

I sent the twitpic and had less than a second before it had hundreds of retweets, favorites, and replies. I turned around and was getting a piece of pizza, when I felt things hit the back of my head. I looked down and saw a pillow and one of Zayn's black high tops. I picked up the shoe in one hand, pizza in the other, and looked at the two on the couch. I put down the pizza and took off, knowing Zayn was chasing after me, I ran into the Managers Room and ran behind Paul, who was talking to Lou and holding Lux. Zayn ran in and stood in the doorway.

"Paul, Zayn's trying to kill me!" I shouted and he winced.

"Zayn don't kill- Wait, why do you only have one shoe on?" He cocked his head at Zayn, who pointed at me. "Ah, I see." Paul turned to face me, and took Zayn's shoe, threw it to him, and handed me my inears. I frowned, but quickly put them in, remembering that the sooner I get ready the sooner I saw Isabelle.

Meanwhile, with the girls...

7:25 entering the O2

Emma's POV.

Izzy and I cut through the lines and show the man working the booth our passes. He motions us through and we're escorted by two huge men in bright yellow shirts with "Security" written across the back. We pass the first few sections and head towards the front of the venue and I almost ask if we passed our seats, when one of the guys stops and unhooks a red velvet cord and the other ushers us into the seats. "Enjoy the concert," the biggest replies, and the little one just grunts.

"Well, he was rude." Izzy scoffs.

Confused, I ask, "Which one?"

"The short one."

"Oh, Okay."

We both take our seats and I check my iPhone and see that it's ten minutes until show time. I take off my drawstring bag and place it in my lap. I take out my make-up bag and start to put on liquid foundation, when Izzy notices and asks, "Who's that for?"

I smile and say, "No one in particular."

Laughing, Izzy replies, "Sure! If I didn't know you better I'd think you were trying to impress one of the boys."

I shrug. "You never know. Besides, it's always good to be prepared."

"Uh-Huh, I gotcha," Izzy smirks and resumes texting.

I put the foundation away and proceed to put on bronzer, granite eye shadow, black mascara and eye liner, and a shimmery pink lip gloss. I put everything back in my bag and slipped it back on.

"Wow." I look over at my best friend who is gaping at me. I quickly looked down to make sure I was okay. My new 1D converse and hoodie were spotless and my new grey shorts were the same way. I looked her way and she looked back, grinning. "I don't know how you did it, but you managed to go from pretty to stunning, in like, five seconds."

I blush and look down at my purple iPhone. "Yeah, right. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were serious."

"Well, okay, don't take a compliment." I give her a 'Seriously, are we in the first grade' look, and she grins. "Cause your amazing! Just the way you are!"

"Please! My ears are bleeding!" I laugh.

"Ouch! That one hurt." Her pink iPhone buzzes and she jumps. "Oh! Hey, my baby texted me."

"Your baby! WHAT THE BUCK! Izzy, as your BFF since kindergarten, you have to tell me what's up ASAP." I stare wide-eyed.

"Chill! Not, like my eggo-is-preggo. But, like, my boyfriend."

"Okay, false alarm then." I got an idea and threw back my head. "I don't want to be an aunt so soon!" I mock yelled.

"Lol. You are so over dramatic." She shoves me and I look happily back at her.

"But, you love me anyway."

"Sad, but true." She replies, solemnly.

I look at my iPhone and see the concert is supposed to start now and I stand up. I hear the opening chords of One Way or Another, and along with 10,000+ other girls and guys, I scream my lungs out.

In the middle of a song

Niall runs across stage singing and kneels in front of Izzy and me. We both reach out our arms, and he touches my hand and kisses Izzy's.

Oh, I just wanna show you off to all of my friends!

Making them drool down their chinny-chin-chins!

Baby be mine tonight, mine tonight!

Baby be mine tonight, yeah!

I know immediately, by the way they look at each other that something is up. Normally, I would say it's just a coincidence. But, knowing Izzy, its sooo not a coincidence. But, then again maybe it is. I mean, come on. What are the chances of something going on between them? Any way fan girl moment. NIALL HORAN JUST TOUCHED ME!OMG NEVER WASHING THIS HAND AGAIN! ASKFJGLASHJRGFOARFM. Wooh. I'm good now.

I look over at Izzy and she meets my eyes. Something's there, but I'm too happy to care right now. I'll ask what's up later.

-Later, Onstage-

Zayn's POV.

I hear Niall begin and I take a deep breath. He finishes and I walk out. I immediately scan the faces in the front rows. My eyes swoop across them all, until I see her. I see no one else, but her. I have no clue what her name is, what her favorite color is, or what her favorite animal is. I shrug it off and hope it blows over. Though as I think this, I start to walk unknowingly towards her and our eyes meet. For a moment, I think I see something move in her eyes and it takes me a moment to remember where I am.

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the I love yous

But I bet you if they only knew

They would just be jealous of us

I stop at the end of the line the boys and I have formed in the center of the stage. To not look obvious staring, I look away. But, I can't help it. I take a few steps forward and I kneel in front of her and reaching out, I touch her hand. Then, Niall runs over with Liam and they ruin the moment. But, I continue on anyway.

They don't know about the up all nights

They don't know I've waited all my life

Just to find a love that feels this right

Baby they don't know about

They don't know about us

We all step back and I look at her, for the final time tonight. The boys and I put our arms around each other in the center of the stage. We're all singing, but I can't hear a thing.

They don't know about us

They don't know about us.

Once the song fades, I think it's all over, but Niall starts to speak. "Did you enjoy the concert, London?" He's answered with screams and we all smile. "I'd like to ask for a favor. Scream if you think you can do that for me." Once again there were screams, but louder this time. "Okay, here's the deal. Today is a very special day today. Today is the 18th birthday, of my new friend, Emma. Well, I'm thinking of pulling her onstage, since she's here tonight," I watch him look down to the area that the mystery girl is in. I watch him closely, as he walks over and extends a hand to her. She takes it and pulls her onstage with the rest of us. He leads her over to the rest of us and she stands next to me. At this very moment, I feel like my chest is going to explode with butterflies. But, I act normal and try to keep her calm, so I place my hand on the small of her back and rub smooth small circles in the one place. I can feel her shaking ease up. 'Well, London here comes the favor. Do you think we could all sing Happy Birthday to Emma?" Niall's standing at the foot of the stage, still speaking to the crowd. They scream again and 5 minutes later, Emma is released back down to her seat and we exit the stage.

I immediately go and sit on the couch. I sigh and close my eyes. Leaning back on the couch, I take a few deep breaths, when I feel the couch shift beside me. "You alright, mate?" I open one eye and see Niall sitting there.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I close my eye again, but I stand a few seconds later. "Nialler, can I talk to you?"

"Of course, Dj Malik." We walk back to my dressing room and I fall back into the armchair. I instantly lean forward though, and prop my elbows on my knees, face in my hands. Niall shuts the door and paces the room across from me. "Are you okay, mate? You really don't seem like it." I look up at Niall.

"I don't know if I am mate." I let my hands fall, but keep my elbows on my knees. "It was that girl. I don't know why, but when I first saw her, when we were singing, I felt like we were the only ones there. It was totally scary, yet absolutely amazing and I feel like if I don't find her and make her mine, I'll lose something extremely important to me." I told him exactly how I felt and he just smiled.

"Lucky for you, I'm good friends with the girl that was next to her." I shifted my gaze from the door, where I heard some female voices outside, over to Niall.

"I beg your pardon?" I look at him dumbfounded.

"The girl to her left? That was Isabelle." I looked at him and grinned.

"No way."

"Yes, way."

I was just about to reply when we heard a shriek.

We both ran outside and I was amazed to see Louis holding a very frightened yet very angry Emma in his arms. "PUT ME DOWN YOU BLOODY BABOON!" Niall and I were both taken aback, but Louis put her down and backed away. She turned around and saw her former captor and her anger slipped off. "Oh...Oh my god." Isabelle was right by her best friend's side with an arm around her.

"What is it Emma?" We all looked at her.

"I...I just..." She stammered, not able to find her words. I smiled, finding the sight, amusingly cute. "I just called Louis Tomlinson a baboon."

I laughed. "Correction, a BLOODY BABOON!" I mimicked her and she smiled nervously as everyone else laughed.

"Ni!" Isabelle noticed Niall and ran over to him. He opened his arms and caught her, spinning her around. When he started getting dizzy, he set her down on the ground and kissed her lips lightly.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too." Emma just stood there dumbfounded. Then she regained composure and pointed at Isabelle.

"I knew it! I knew something was going on between you two." She smirked and I found it unstably attractive. "I saw it in the way you guys looked at each other during the concert." After she said that her gaze met mine and she held it a moment before I flashed a smile and she blushed looking away. I loved that I could get a reaction like that out of her.

Niall had an arm snaked around Isabelle's waist and they just smiled and listened to Emma's rant. Niall once, looked over at me and winked, but I thought nothing of it until, we were all on the way to our hotel. "Your welcome, mate."

I frowned as confusion, happiness, and weariness clouded my mind. "For what, Nialler?"

The little blonde leprechaun just smiled. "You have a date with the lovely Emma tomorrow night." He chuckled and I grinned.

"Thanks, Nialler." I leaned my head back on the head rest and glanced around at everyone. Paul and Liam were talking quietly in the front seat, Harry and Louis were cuddled on the seat together, Isabelle sat to Niall's left with their hands entwined and her head on his shoulder. Emma was sleeping softly next to me, cuddled in between my arm and the seat.

"Night, Zayn." Nialler whispered before drifting off.

I shivered and it sent a little jolt through both Emma and I. She whimpered a little and I felt awful for disturbing her, so I put the arm she was cuddling on, around her shoulders, and she snuggled into my side. I smiled and drifted off, planning to sleep the few hours to the hotel.