Being backstage for the boys show was amazing. I found from my position to the left of the stage I would see Niall wonderfully and I found that my gaze was nearly always focused on him without realising. Get a grip Carr, you've only known him eight hours, stop being so ridiculous. But he did call me baby, didn't he? Here's to overanalysing. After an atrocious sing-along to all my favorites it was interval time. All five of the boys bounded backstage, buzzing from the atmosphere. The other four each winked at me as they ran past leaving me to wait for the blonde beauty. Finally he appears sprinting off stage grabbing me in a hug and swinging me around in circles, I am well and truly lost for words.

"How was I?" He beams as he gently places me down.
No reply is ready to leave my mouth as yet, I instead settle for my speciality goofy smile and a thumbs up. I am such a dork. Thankfully to save me from eternal embarassment the other four boys bundle over and all take over conversation to discuss 'how amazing the crowd it' and if Harry has noticed the 'hot blonde' on the front row. Before I know it all five are whisked back on stage to finish the show. I continue blisfully singing along to the rest of songs with my eyes fixed on Niall. When Zayn introduces their final song to be Little Things I find myself fistpumping, just as I do so Niall glances in my direction and laughs from on stage. OH MY, kill me now. I just fistpumped backstage at a One Direction show...

I begin singing my heart out to my favorite song without realising my glance is held entirely on Niall. As the blonde reaches his "If I let you know I'm here for you" line, he turns to look at me. But this is no ordinary glance, this is the most intense stare i've ever encountered. For what feels like a lifetime our eyes stay connected, when in reality it's just until the end of the song. When the applaus begins, Niall's concentration returns to the show. Did that seriously just happen? Whilst the boy's say their final thank you's I am given sometime to recover from what just happend and allow my cheeks to return to their natural colour.

As all five bundle off stage in unison, they each shout various questions regarding how good the show was at me, by this point I lose it. I return their questions by letting out an almighty shriek, leaving them all in utter stitches. Zayn, Liam, Louis and Harry all begin to drift away to sort out various things, leaving me with Niall.

"How do you feel about coming to chill round mine instead of an after party, I'd love to get to know you more" he asks quietly, clearly trying to gage my reaction.

"Sure, sounds cool." Am I being blunt? I meant to be cool, not blunt.

We both saunter towards the Nialls divine white Range Rover, I am in love. All the way home we discuss various things such as family, education and friends. I feel like i've known this boy years, not hours. The closer we get to his bachealor pad, the more my nerves become noticable. When I woke up this morning, even my wildest dreams would not come close to the day I've had. As we pull into the drive, my chin hits my chest, this place is just something else. My dashing host gives me the grand tour which finishes in the kitchen, but my god this boy has a kitchen. Every counter is covered with some kind of luxury food, stocked better than a Tesco's.

"How do you feel about a film, duvet and popcorn?" he asks without looking at me. Am I again making this famous blonde shy? How?

"Sounds wonderful to me, as long as I'm on film duty" I return cheekily, wow this is crazy for me.

"Meet you in the living room in five" he says almost too quickly for me to understand with the biggest smile.

I head off to his 'DVD' room, filled with every film you can imagine. I discover my favorite film, P.S I Love You. Is it too risky to stick a chick flick on? But decide a little Gerrard Butler never hurt anyone and head to the living room with Butler intow.

Upon arriving in the living room, I'm greeted by a fold-out sofa bed filled with pillows and duvets joined by the biggest bowl of popcorn I've ever seen. Niall just beats me in through the other door.

"What do you think, isn't this going to be the best sleepover?" he flashes his cheeky grin as he takes the DVD off me and heads towards the machine.
"P.S I Love You, good choice. I love Gerrard" he laughs off.

"A sleepover? Is that what this is?" I reply, testing the water as I ditch my Geigers and clamber onto the bed, covering myself in duvet. My nerves become apparent. Niall doesn't reply.
"I mean, this is a cool sleepover" I try to save the situation. After what feels like forever Niall finally answers.
"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, I'd just love to get to know you. I think you're the coolest girl I've ever crushed on and you have a good taste in Irish blokes" he answers cheekily, shaking the P.S case at me. Situation saved. He joins me under the duvet and our legs touch whilst we sit upright against the sofa back, but neither of us move away, we just sit pleasantly in eachothers company.

Before long tears are streaming down my face, I'd forgotten how sad this damn film was. Niall glances at me and notices them. Without saying a word, he moves closer and puts his arm around my shoulders pulling me in to him. He smells amazing. Is it creepy that this is the first thing I notice? I sit there and wait for the tears to subside, I feel like such an idiot.

"I'm so sorry, I got tears on your shirt" I mutter, embarrassed. I glance up to see his reaction.

"Don't be sorry, you're beautiful when you cry" he replies in an almost whisper, glancing back into my eyes. It's like the moment on stage again. He leans down and kisses my forehead leaving me reeling, again. We both turn back to the film and I just lay in his arms feeling content. Life has never felt this perfect. After a while we are both just laying in the bed, in comparison to sitting.

The last thing I remember as I drift out of conciousness is the feel of his arms holding me securely to him and the perfection of this one moment as sleep overcomes me.

Notes

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C xx