only in my dreams

Louis POV
me and harry went outside to get some fresh air before the concert, but wasn't expecting to see a little girl defending our band against a big man.
"you dont know them, even if they were gay i would still listen to their music. sexual identity doesn't matter when it comes to making music, and being gay isn't an insult so don't throw it around like one." the girl yelled. the man takes a glance at us, and the next thing i know he has her in his arms.
"let her go." harry ordered.
"what are you gonna do if i don't?" he said. the guys came out with Paul and he pulled out his gun.
the guy laughed. "i wont kill her..." he paused and what he said next sent chills down my spine.
"i wonder how the boys would react to watching one of their lovely fans getting raped in front of them."
what the girl did next was the most amazing thing i have ever seen.

my POV
when the man said that, i freaked out, without thinking i picked my leg up and threw it back against his knee. he screamed and let me go; i then swung my fist and connected it with his temple sending him to the ground. the body guard ran from behind me and put his gun to the mans face.
"stay down, if you know whats good for you." he threatened.
all the boys came running to me and took me inside the door; we went down under the field to the locker rooms.
"oh my god, what just happened? how did i do that? why did i do that? how am i still alive?" i rambled on.
"hey, its alright, love. calm down your safe now." harry held my shoulders.
"wow, i cant believe your standing in front of me right now."
"whats your name?" harry asked.
"Nikki."
"how old are you?" Louis asked.
"21."
"should have guessed that, she has tattoos." said zayn.
"yeah but her face is so young looking." sad Louis.
"i get that a lot." i laughed.

We sat in the locker room, and i told them everything that happened.
"you said all that to him?" asked niall.
"yeah, i just snapped when he said lame gay ass. that's not right. being gay isn't an insult there's nothing wrong with being gay." i notice harry looking fondly at Louis, then he flipped his hair and looked at me.
"so are you gay, Nikki?" liam asked.
"well, im bisexual. so of course im going to stand up to someone bad mouthing gay people."
"and you're proud to be bisexual?" harry wondered.
"yes, its who i am, everyone should be proud of who they are. its what makes you strong, to believe in yourself." i smiled proudly. All the boys had smiles on their faces when i said that. then my phone went off, all you hear is Irish rock.
"sorry, i have to take this." i get up to walk around the lockers.
"hello?"
"hey nikki."
"john, whats up?"
"i have to tell you something." i froze, i never like hearing that phrase.
"what?"
"last night, i went to that party."
"the one i asked you nicely not to go to." i raise my voice slightly.
"yeah, and well i was having fun with my friends, and got drunk..and had sex with a girl there."
i didn't know what to do. my heart fell to the floor breaking, pretty much to dust.
"how could you do that, our two month anniversary is tomorrow. what the fuck is wrong with you?" i yelled.
"im sorry, i was so drunk."
"sorry my ass, i asked you nicely not to go to the party and you went behind my back and cheated on me. and here i thought you weren't like the rest, of course you are. you have completely ruined my views on men, i told you i didn't want to give myself to just anyone, that i wanted to wait til marriage. you agreed with me, but i guess two months is to long for you."
"Nikki, dont say stuff like that, i dont want to leave you, i had a moment of weakness."
"weakness, a moment of weakness, kiss my arse you fucker." i was so pissed my Irish accent was coming out. i hung up the phone and slid it across the floor. i sat on the floor and held my legs to my chest. i could hear feet moving, and felt someone sit down next to me placing my phone under my legs.
"are you alright, lass?"
"well if you heard, my now ex boyfriend cheated on me, damn bastard." i was still talking in my accent couldn't get out of it as quickly as i can get in it.
"nice accent."
"it only comes out when im angry." i sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying.
"why is that?"
"i have a wee bit of Irish in me."
"i understand that,try being 100% every little thing pisses you off."
"i can believe that." i laughed. i stop crying and wipe my eyes, and look up to see nialls sweet blue eyes looking down at me.
"come on, lets get up." he held out his hand and i grab it standing up to my feet. he intertwined his fingers with mine and didn't let go.
"guys i have a great idea." harry looked super excited. then my phone went off again. i pull it from my pocket to see john on the screen.
"bastard." niall takes it and answers it.
"hello, this is niall from one direction, i would appreciate it if you never called Nikki back again, she broke up with you for cheating her. you don't deserve her, you rat bastard. good day."
"thank you."
"well anyways, the concert starts in ten minutes, and your going to be our special guess. we are bringing you on stage with us and dedicating the show to you." harry jumped.
"what, why?"
"you deserve it, you couldn't get tickets, almost got raped by a creepy man, and got cheated on. some how managing to smile through all of that is amazing, you're such a strong person. please join us on stage." they all looked at me with excitement in their eyes.
"alright."
"yay!" they cheered in unison.
"boys get ready to go on stage." called the manager.

Notes

for record i am actually Irish. and i hope people enjoy this story.