The Story of My Life

We finally finished shopping and climbed into the limo. Upon our arrival in our destination, I plop on the couch and fall asleep...

Moments Later...

"NIALL, WAKE UP!!!" A very hyperactive Louis who has somehow managed to finish 8 pepsi's, 2 hash browns and 1 chocolate sundae screams. He burps in my face as I rub my sleepy eyes. "Sorry!"

"Mmm..." I reply.

"I drank too much Pepsi!"

"Liam, why didn't you tell management not to put the Pepsi next to Louis!" Harry shouted. "I have a feeling he drank all of it!"

"Sorry!" Louis laughs innocently. "I got thirsty!" I finally succeed in opening my eyes without squinting at the bright light of 3 PM.

"Louis, you'd better not burp during the concert," I say.

"YAY, YOU'RE AWAKE!!!" Louis screams, practically crushing me with a hug. "NOW YOU CAN MEET OUR VOCAL COACH, SELENA!!!"

"Vocal coach?" A feminine voice questions Louis.

"Well, not exactly vocal coach, but you can SIIIING!!!" Louis dances all over the room.

"Haha, yes, I can sing, but I'm mostly a dancer." Liam, who is next to me raises an eyebrow when she mentions the word 'dancer'. His ex-girlfriend was a dancer, I think to myself, understanding his amusement yet discomfort with dancers.

"Oh, dancer!" Zayn says, winking at Harry, who elbows him. "She's hottt..."

"Don't you have Perrie?" Harry asks Zayn.

"I don't mean hot for me, I mean hot for you."

"Have you even seen her yet?"

"No, but judging by the sound of her Irish accent, she must be hottt!" Irish? I look up.

"You're Irish?" I ask Selena, who has just entered with a bunch of boxes piled high. I rush to help her.

"Yes, I'm Irish. Half Irish, half American. Oh thanks, haha!" As I take the box from her, I catch a glimpse of a beautiful, face with green eyes that show a hint of American heritage. "You can put the box over there." She points to the table and I put the boxes down.

"I heard you guys are having a concert," she says, striking a conversation with Harry and Zayn while Liam tries to fix Louis' tie. "Must be pretty formal."

"You're early!" Harry interrupts. "I thought we were gonna have choreography lessons next week."

"I know, but I went here early on purpose so I could get to know you guys." Aww, how sweet of her!

"Louis, stop moving!" Liam exclaims in a voice a tad bit too loud to be his indoor voice.

"I'm trying to keep still! Do you know how hard it is to keep still!" Louis' voice, which had been loud, becomes even louder. I sigh, sitting on a stool.

"Do you know our names?" Zayn is saying. "My name's Zayn Malik and this is Harry Styles."

"Nice to meet you, Zayn and Harry!" Selena exclaims. "I'm glad you guys told me your names because honestly, I was pretty confused. Who's that blonde? Tell him to come here, would you?"

"Niall, Selena wants you here now!" I stand up, pick up the stool, walk closer to Harry, Zayn and Selena. I sit down in front of them.

"I'm Niall," I say with a smile.

"Hi Niall, nice to meet you!" She says, clasping her hands together. "You must be the Irish boy." Funny how Irish people can tell one Irish person from the next.

"Yeah, I'm Irish."

"Which part of Ireland are you from? I'm from Dublin."

"Mullingar."

"Ah, I see." Her smile is shy, but it radiates with happiness.

"LOUIS STAY STILL OR WE WILL NEVER GET DONE!!!" Liam is so close to shouting; his voice has gone decibels above the norm.

"What's going on over there?" Selena asks.

"Oh, it's just Louis and Liam," Zayn says. "This kind of thing always happens whenever we have a formal occasion."

"I love him and all, but Louis can be a pain." Harry adds. "Then again, he absolutely hates suits."

"Well I'm not a big fan of formal clothes myself, so I just wear this black dress to most formal occasions unless I'm prohibited to wear black." She gestures to her little black dress that stops just above the knee. Not to showy, but definitely sexy. I hum to myself as the conversation continues.

Little black dress just walked into the room
Making heads turn, can't stop looking at you...

"It matches you." Harry says.

"Thank you!" She says, smiling. She sure is a bubbly girl.

"Do you wear dresses like that when you're dancing?" Zayn asks, curiously.

"No!" She giggles cutely. "I just wear jogging pants and a tee unless it's a performance. Even so, I can't wear a dress this formal." Harry begins to play with her long dark curls, so much like his own.

"Your hair is naturally curly." It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"No, but it's wavy, so when I twirl it with my finger or something, it stays in its corkscrew curl position."

"I wonder if Liam's hair does that too," Zayn wondered aloud.

"Let's go check!" Harry and Zayn stand up and chase after Liam, who is chasing after Louis, who suddenly got thirsty. Before you could say "Nando's!" I was alone with Selena.

"So I guess it's just you and I?" Selena asks, her green eyes meeting my sky blue.

"You and I." I say with a slight smile. She returns the smile and I notice a dimple on her left cheek, exactly like Harry's.

"I can't wait to see your concert!" She exclaims. "It's been ages since I was in one; I was only 17 back then."

"How old are you now?"

"Oh, I'm turning 20 on Feb's day."

"Feb's day?"

"That's my term for Valentine's Day!" Woah, what a girl. She comes up with her own names for Special days!

"People say I'm weird because I do stuff like change the name of a holiday or something. I call Halloween "Black and Orange day" and Christmas "The Day of the Lord". Some of my names are relevant to the day, but some are just plain nonsense!" She shakes her head and stares at the ground, making her long eyelashes touch the tops of her cheeks.

"If there's anyone who's weird, it's me," I say. "I laugh at an average of 100 times a day, according to my bandmates, but I'm kind of sad inside." For the first time, I find myself opening up to a complete stranger. There's something about her that says that she is someone you can trust. Perhaps it's that little bit of Liam that I see in her, compassionate and loving, though absolutely weird to some extent.

"Aww, don't be sad," She pats my back. "You don't want to be all sad when you meet your fans, now do you?" The tears are coming faster than usual. I let out a sniffle.

"The fans, they don't know me at all! I fake my happiness, but I can't make that burden inside go away!"

"That's why your bandmates are here. They're here to help you when your down." I nod and let out another sniffle.

"Sometimes they over do it but yeah, most of the time they're there." She smiles sadly, feeling my hurt, and the pair of us sit together in silence... broken only by the loud ringtone of my celphone.

Notes

Ring ring goes Niall's cellphone... Who could it be?