The Tour

“That was too pitchy. Do it again!”

I glared at the rather large audience that had accumulated to watch me practice, particularly Louis Tomlinson.

Niall rolled his eyes. “Ignore him, Evie. It wasn’t pitchy.”

“I’m surprised you can even sing,” Harry said, giving me a smirk that made my eyes widen. “What, with all that screaming you did last night.”

Niall’s face was as red as mine as the guys, 5 Seconds of Summer included, all began hounding Niall about it. Ella had to stifle back a giggle of her own, but she didn’t say anything. Only grinned up at me while I glared.

“I wasn’t screaming,” I muttered.

Harry continued to smirk. “You just broke the bed.”

“You what?” Calum exclaimed, and he began laughing hysterically while Luke gaped up at me. Ashton made a rather devious face, and Michael had a small smirk outlining his features.

As for Zayn, Liam, and Louis . . . shock. They were just staring between Niall and me with looks of absolute surprise.

Liam was the first to get over his surprise. “How did you—?”

“If I have to explain, we’re leaving,” Niall warned.

I bit my lower lip and took a couple steps away from the microphone. “Can we please talk about something else? I really need help.”

“It was wonderful, baby, I swear,” Niall said. “You really picked the best songs, I think.”

“Your opinion doesn’t really count,” I muttered. “You’d say that anyways.”

“I wouldn’t!” Ella input. “I love it, Ev. Really. It’s a great way to open.” She looked over at the group of guys still freaking out about the “breaking the bed” thing and then back to me. “This is gonna be one helluva concert!”

No one could really argue that. While I didn’t necessarily think I contributed to that, just the guys that came after me made for one helluva concert.

With a sigh, I stepped away from the microphone and walked over to sit in the empty chair beside Niall. I leaned my head on his shoulder and pulled my phone out.

My phone was blowing up with notifications from different sources. Texts, missed calls, emails, Twitter, Facebook . . . I didn’t know where to start.

Instead, I started somewhere completely different. I went to iTunes and checked on the status of Let Me Go.

It was a song I wrote while on the Voice . . . partially. Together, Niall and I changed some of the
lyrics, and he helped so much with the musical aspect of it. I had a piano part for it, but it was his idea to add violins and other really beautiful things to it. So in Australia and via Skype after, we worked together and created this masterpiece.

This was a love song different from my others. It wasn’t a happy-go-lucky love song. The reality was, Niall and I didn’t need to be together when I wrote it. We needed to let go of each other, let things pass, and then the time may be right one day.

We didn’t, and I didn’t regret it necessarily. The only thing I regretted was lying to my dad about it. Nonetheless, we tried to let each other go, but in the end, we got to the point where we couldn’t be without each other.

People seemed to love it. It had just released a week ago, along with the Decode video that got sixteen million views in the first day, and it was number one on iTunes right now.

The response of fans was mixed, but not many absolutely hated it. Some said that it was a publicity thing, having Niall sing with me. Others thought it was wrong for Niall to sing without the rest of the guys. Then there were some who believed that it was absolutely beautiful, and they had been waiting on a duet from us after hearing Strong.

Overall, it received positive feedback, and I was so excited.
*** The time had finally come.

My entire body shook as I looked from backstage at the massive crowd around me—over twenty thousand people.

This was . . . beyond what I thought. I couldn’t do this.

Niall was standing behind me; I knew it had to be him because he was the only one who would wrap his arms around my waist like he did.

“You’re going to be great, love.”

“They’re all going to hate me.”

“Our fans obviously have good taste in music,” Niall said with a grin. “So they’re going to love you.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I-I don’t know.”

“We wouldn’t let you do this if we didn’t think you were going to succeed,” Niall reminded me, and his grip around my waist tightened. “Evie, I know you’re going to do great. Remember that no matter what happens, no matter what they think, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, for the rest of eternity. You and I are together ’til the end, through thick and thin.”

That was comforting, I had to admit. No matter how much they hated me, no matter how horrible I did . . . Niall was still going to love me just the same.

I was able to breathe after that, and as the sound crew put on my microphone and made sure everything was working properly still, I got myself into the proper mindset.

You won the Voice. You have Niall. You can do this.

Notes

The lyrics are from You & I. :)

GUYS, I AM SO SOO SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! For the longest time, I was stuck on the first part of the chapter. I tried so hard to figure out what and how I was going to continue the chapter, and I never got anything.

So FINALLY, I got the idea to fast forward time to the first concert of the WWA tour. And I apologize a million times for the super long delay! I'm not gonna promise another chapter tonight (though i do promise to try my very hardest as I do know what the chapter is going to be) BUT I promise it won't be three months this time!

I can't say I'm sorry enough, but really, I'm very very sorry for the delay. Please don't hate me!