The New Publicist

Louis opened the door and Paul was standing there breathing heavily. “Paul, what’s with the breathing?” Louis asked. Paul walked to the middle of the living room and was still regaining his breath.

“Well I was making my way up here to tell you guys something; then out of nowhere about 50 fans came running after me. Fortunately, I was able to get into the elevator fast enough and close the doors before they could tackle me. So I suggest that we use the fire escape and head to the buses now then wait till morning” After Paul finished his little rant, we all looked at each other.

“Well let’s get packing” Zayn said picking up some of the clothes that were lying on the floor. As the boys were picking up their rooms, Paul and I were sitting on the couch talking.

“So you like blondes?” he asked chuckling.

“I guess you could say that. I mean . . . I was the only blonde in my family . . . I don’t know I just do” I stammered out.

“It’s okay. I’m only teasing you” he said nudging my arm. “These boys are like my sons when we are on the road. I look out for them, bail them out, and am always there for them. So it’s only my duty to talk to the new girlfriends. Have you met the girlfriends yet?”

“No not yet and I’m not sure I am ready to either honestly” I muttered. I looked around the room and saw all the boys just having fun with each other. They were tossing clothes back and forth, talking, wrestling, and singing their music. I smiled and looked up at the man who would become my “father” for the next eight months.

“They’ll love you. I’m sure of it” he said bringing me in for a hug.

“Oi Paul, that’s my job” Niall yelled from the kitchen. He grabbed an apple, took a bite, and went back to packing his bag. Twenty minutes passed and the boys brought out all of their bags. There was a massive pile of bags in the middle of the living room.


“Ready to go?” Paul asked getting up from his spot. He helped me up and I made my way to
Niall. There was a murmur of yeses from the boys. “Let’s go then!” Paul said clapping his hands. The boys picked up their bags and followed Paul out into the hallway. Paul led us to the stairs and I looked out. Being on the 20th floor didn’t help my fear of heights at all, it increased it even more.

“Niall, I’m gonna go down by the elevator. I can’t walk down those stairs, we’re too high up” I whispered to him.

“You’re doing this. I’ll be right here holding your hand the entire time” he said giving my hand a squeeze. I nodded my head while biting my lip and reluctantly followed Niall down the stairs. After 15 minutes of walking down the stairs we made it to the bus. When we entered the main part my whole body was shaking for no apparent reason.

“Ali, are you alright?” Zayn asked placing his hand on my back.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Just need to sit and have something to drink” I mumbled finding a place on the couch. I saw the rest of the boys find their bunks and lay their bags down. Liam was the first to come back to me bringing a glass of water.

“Here ya go Al” he said handing me the glass and some ibuprofen. I took the glass and popped the pills in my mouth. While sipping the water Niall came into the room just wearing sweatpants and went to the fridge. I cheekily watched his biceps move as he grabbed the leftover pizza.

“Eh what are you looking at?” he chuckled closing the fridge door. I raised my eyebrows and continued drinking the water. Niall grabbed a plate and plopped down behind me. My hands were still shaking a little and he put down his plate and went back to his bunk.

“What are you getting?” I asked trying to look around the corner.

“You’ll see” he yelled from the back room. Niall came back with a bundle of cloth.

“What’s that?” I asked taking a pepperoni from his pizza.

“Just something I thought you would like” he said taking his pizza back. He sat down and placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Is it a gift?” I ask situating my position so his arm fell just right. He put the pizza on the table in front of us and put both his hands on the bundle.

“While you were in the hospital with your . . . well you know. I didn’t know if you would be able to come with us on tour and start working; I thought that since I was going to leave you for about nine moths I wanted you to have something that whenever you would wear it you would send me a picture of you wearing it and I would go and get mine” Niall said. He stood up and handed me the first bundle. “This one is yours” he said. I unfolded the bundle and looked at it. Tears started forming in my eyes and I covered my face with the hoodie. “Princess, are you okay? Why are you crying?”

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at him and smiled. “Because you Niall Horan are the only person who I know put me before themselves. Because you Niall Horan are the most selfless person I have ever known. Because you are the sweetest, cutest, funniest person that I have ever loved. And that is why I am crying, because you are just so freakin’ perfect and I love you” I stood up from my seat and walked over to my boyfriend, my other half, my soul mate, the person who completes me and looked into those blue sparkly eyes. I wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled at him. Niall bit his lip and I kissed him. The kiss grew deeper and deeper before he pulled back.

“I take that as a ‘yes’ that you like the hoodie” he chuckled. “Did you even see what it said?” I nodded my head and picked up the piece of clothing from the couch.

“An Irish boy stole my heart” I said in a horrible Irish accent.

“And mine says ‘an American girl stole my heart’” he said in his American accent while holding it up. I put it on and the sleeves came well over my hands and the hem of the hoodie came mid-thigh.

“It’s a bit big hon” I said flapping my sleeves in his face. “But I don’t care I love it” I spoke kissing him again. We sat back down and then all the boys came barreling through to join us.

“Did she like it mate?” Liam asked.

“You guys knew about this?” I piped in.

“Yeah. Who do you think had to help this pretty boy come up with that” Louis chimed in. Louis sat down in the chair across from us and picked up the T.V. remote and started playing FIFA with Zayn. I snuggled up closer to Niall and fell asleep as the boys switched controllers among themselves.

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