Liam 

The energy in LA is always an amazing experience. It doesn't hold the same sentimental value of Wembley or the wonder of performing in Japan to a crowd that doesn't even speak English, but when you've made it in Hollywood, you know it's real. And this is just the first night. Seeing faces in the crowd that 4 years ago I only ever saw on the telly or in magazines is so unreal. It's all still unreal sometimes.   

Tonight should be fun though, if I can get the boys to loosen up some. I don't even know why they're so pissy after last night. We went out, we drank, we came home and I passed out. I didn't break anything, didn't cause a scene, nothing in the news. They've all become more paranoid since Zayn and Louis went all 'Half Baked' on us and the whole world saw it. They must forget that I'm the sensible one. Ha.  

"Said her name is Georgia Rose, and her daddy was a dentist!"

I peek over the balcony to see two girls walking through the breezeway, the blonde chases after her long haired friend who is spinning in circles and stumbling over herself while singing. 

"Shut up would you! If anyone finds us here we'll be kick out, they should be up there some place.." She says as she looks to the beam I just stepped behind.  

"Sing with me B!" the now obviously drunk girl says as she turns to pull her friend towards her.  

Holy shit. It's the chick from the lift this morning! I thought she recognized me but I wouldn't have pinned her as an actual fan. A part of me wants to make myself known and make these girls night. Let them take pictures and even offer them a ride back to the hotel.

By the time I've mentally gone over all the reasons why this would be a bad idea, the girls have moved on. I should to, I just stepped out for a smoke, the lads are probably ready to leave by now.  

Sydney 

I'm not sure how we've made it back to my room. The traffic was hell and trying to convince security that I was staying here so that I could get through the crowd outside was a battle all in itself. Our plan to look for the boys in the smoking area of the arena was ruined by my drunken excitement, but I've sobered up a bit now and B has talked me into going to the hotel bar downstairs. I've changed into a simple black dress that I planned on wearing to tomorrow nights show, hopefully I can keep it clean enough to wear again. 

I grab my purse and follow B out of the room and towards the elevator. THE elevator, as in the one I could have been locked in with Liam just hours ago. I can't help but relive the moments of communication in my mind over and over. His accent, his sweet voice, so kind, so friendly, and I just stared, stupidly. Liam though, he probably felt bad for putting me in shock, he's just that type, so caring.  

We step out of the elevator and head into the bar. There is a couple of older men at the bar top, some scruffy looking guys playing pool, and a DJ setting up in the corner. 

"This should be exciting" I say sarcastically. 

"Oh it's perfect, We'll be the life of the party!"  

"Well, let's get it started then" I say, heading towards the bartender.  

"Two Kamakazi's please! Better make them double!"  

"ID please?" The bar tender says condescendingly. 

"Awww don't give the girl a hard time, she's obviously adult enough to be in here."  

I freeze. My heart beat quickens, rushes, is going to combust; but my hands just wont move. I. know. that. voice. That accent.  

"I'm sorry but I'm still going to need to see some ID." The bartender says again, annoyed. But I still can't move.  

"For Christ's sake Sydney, show her your fucking ID." I register Britt saying, but she can't be. There's no way she can be functioning right now. I'm not.  

She reaches for my wallet and I grab her wrist. I feel her turn to look at me but I still don't move. I dig my nails into her skin as a quick release to my nerves. I need to act normal. As if in a trance I open my bag, pull out my wallet, and flip open the front so the lady can see my license. I want so badly to turn around, to confirm my suspicion, but I don't want to be disappointed if I'm wrong. I don't want to embarrass myself if I'm right. I still don't know what to do and Britt obviously hasn't noticed. 

"I've got those for you two girls" The voice says again, and this time I know Britt has recognized it because she too grabs my wrist and digs her nails into my arm. With neither of us moving, the bartender trying to hand us our drinks, and the owner of the voice behind us reaching between to hand over his card, I can't help but wonder what this all looks like from bystander perspective.  

I finally do it though, I move first. I take a deep breath, reach for our glasses, and then casually turn around, including a light hair flip and flirty smile.  

"Thank you so much, you really didn't have to do that." I say shakingly to Niall Horan. Niall fucking Horan.  

"It's fine, you girls should drink up! Can you get me two more of those?" he yells over my shoulder to the bartender. "Two?" I think, but B has already noticed him, her nails are digging deeper and her hand is shaking like a chihuahua. Behind Niall stands none other than our obsession, our life, our reason to be.  

Liam gives a shy smile, wave and a nod, and then reaches for his drink from Niall. Unsure of what to do next, I stand there, incredibly glad that I had changed into this dress. Should I ask for a picture? Should I tell them how much I love them? Should I accept that the conversation is over and leave them be? Or should I keep the conversation going? Brittney is absolutely useless, I was supposed to be the one who loses my cool and can't speak but she hasn't said a damn thing. Thankfully, neither of us have to. 

"So would the two of you like to join us for a game of pool?" Niall asks.Is this really happening? This can't be fucking happening. 

"I really don't kn..." 

"Yes! Yes she would! We would!" Brittney says, suddenly finding her voice and shoving me towards him.  

"I really don't know how." I say. "I mean like, I know the game, and the rules, but, I can't hold the stick right to save my life. I wouldn't be any good and we would just lose."  

"Oh don't worry, I'll help you!" responds Niall and the butterfly's in my stomach evolve into dragonflys. This is surreal. I will never be able to put this moment into words.  

We follow the boys over to the table and Niall and Liam each grab two sticks. I notice Liam looking at me and I wonder if he recognizes me from this morning, but, I can barely speak to Niall, let alone try to say anything to him.  

A tall man in a suit walks towards us and I'm afraid he's going to ask us to leave, but he just sets two bottles of Grey Goose on a table near us and nods to Liam before walking away. Brittney's eyes light up and I know what she's thinking, but no, I cannot get wasted with these guys. 

Liam sets the balls and Niall breaks. 

"We're solids!" He says looking at me excitedly as a red ball drops into a center pocket.  

"We're on the same team?" I ask, astonished. I guess he did allude to that when saying he'd help me, but, this makes it more real. But, that means... 

"Oh and I'm with you then?" Britt say's pointing to Liam with a huge ass smile on her face. "My name's Brittney!"  

"I'm Liam" He says quietly while glaring over at me. What the fuck was that? 

"I know!" She say's, flipping her hair and flashing a smile. "and I know how to play, so we're gonna kick some ass" she continues while reaching for the pool stick and bending over the table. His eyes go to her ass and I could fucking murder her.

Before I have much time to think about how pissed I am, Niall's arm slips around my waist and he presses his body against me from behind.  

"We're going for the green ball on the left." He whispers into my ear.

"you're gonna need to bend your knees a bit and lean forward."  

His arm covers my arm along the length of the pole and he positions his fingers directly over mine while sliding them to the correct spot. I can't think. I would die inside if any guy touched me like this, but the fact that it's... I can't even think his name if I'm going to focus here. I step back and let go of the stick.  

"I'm sorry but I think I need another drink first." He looks a little hurt as I move away from him. I couldn't have though? No, I'm sure it's nothing.  

"Let me get that for you." He says, rushing to grab my glass for me. 

"I've got some bottles here, no need to go back to the bar." Liam says, speaking for the first time since his awkward introduction. Niall looks a little hesitant, but goes to the table and cracks open a bottle pouring all four of us what looks like vodka and cranberry. I take my drink and down the entire glass in two gulps. 

"Sorry." I say, feeling a little embarrassed at my drinking habit. "I just, need to relax, this is a tad overwhelming to be honest."  

Niall laughs. "Is it now?" he say's while wrapping his arm around my waist again. Britt looks at me encouragingly and I respond with a look that tells her that Liam is still mine so she better back the fuck off. Yup, all that in one glance, and I know she got it too, but she wont listen.  

Niall helps me make my first shot and it is successful. He cheers for me and takes his turn. I notice Liam poor himself another glass and go back to dogging Britt's ass. How does this happen? How do we meet the boys, end up drinking with them while playing a game of pool, I have Niall being sweet and friendly, and I'm too hung up on Liam and Britt to enjoy his attention. Screw this. I place my hand gently on Niall's shoulder and let him know that I'm going to use the restroom. He smiles and say's he'll be waiting for me. 

I walk past Britt expecting her to follow me, but, she doesn't. When I enter the restroom I head straight to the mirror. Thank God I still look cute. I'm having a great hair day and the extra layer of eyeliner tonight is holding well. I pull out my phone and am glad to see that I don't have any service. I really wouldn't want to share this night anyway.  

I quickly pee and wash my hands. Heading back to the pool table I get the full effect of just how much I have drank today. The room tilts slightly and my body feels heavy. I feel like I'm moving just a little too fast, like I might fall forward if I don't slow down, but if I try to slow I might quit moving completely. I watch my feet to make sure they continue to land in front of me. A hand reaches out for mine and I look up expecting to see Britt, but see Niall's smiling face instead.  

"Hello there cutie." I say, smiling at him. "I'm glad to see you're still here." 

"I told you I'd be waiting" He smiles, looking happier than he has all night. "Let me help you." 

He leads me to a couch I hadn't noticed before.  

"You seem to be helping me out a lot tonight, where would I be without you?"  

"Still arguing with the bartender about your ID I suspect." 

"Still living a boring hopeless life of misery is more like it." I respond without thinking. 

"What?" 

"Oh, well, you know, you, well, all of you, have made my life much more interesting over these past few years." I stumble out, kind of embarrassed. Though, I'm too drunk to care much at this point.  

"Can we pretend for a moment that you don't think you know who I am?" He asks kindly, and I suddenly feel guilty.  

"That's kind of hard to do to be honest. This has been the most unreal life of my night." 

"Hahahahaha" Niall laughs and I'm confused. 

"No it really has been, I couldn't have dreamed a better night, I've done my best to act calm and collected, but seriously, I'm freaking out inside!"  

"It's alright, you freak out a little bit if you'd like. I appreciate you being calm and real though, it's nice to feel normal for a night." 

"Alright, so, can I get a selfie?" I ask excitedly. 

"How about this, not only will I give you a selfie, I'll take it with my phone and post it for you!" 

This. Is actually happening. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and wraps an arm around me, pulling us closer together. I lean in and lay my head on his shoulder. This isn’t a day dream, this is really happening. Just as his phone begins to flash he turns and kisses my forehead. I died.  

As soon as the room darkens again I grab the phone from his hand and look at the picture. I immediately begin to laugh. 

"What?" He says, grabbing his phone and sounding worried. 

"The look on my face, I look so shocked!" I say, laughing! "It's perfect though, I love it! Thank you so much! Do you think Lia.." I look around and notice Liam and Brittney are no longer in the room. 

"Where did they go?" I ask 

"Oh they uh, left, while you were in the bathroom." 

"Left? Left where to? Together? But where did they go?" My head is spinning. I am panicking. I can't deny how jealous I am and I'm sure it's all over my face. I grab my phone to call her but it goes straight to voicemail. Niall looks upset, but I can't think about him right now. All I can think about is her. Her and Liam. He wouldn't? She would. But not him, he would never.  

"I uh, I don't know. Did you need something? Are you going to be alright?" He asks, mimicking my worried expression.  

"I just don't understand. Why would she leave with him? Why would she leave me? And with him, he's min.." I start to stop myself but it's too late. I've done it. I now sound like a crazy psycho fan.  

I turn to face Niall hoping he didn't hear my slip up. He looks down at his feet and doesn't speak. When he looks up again the smile has left his eyes.  

"Let me walk you back to your room." He says stiffly, all hint of friendliness gone.  

"Okay." I say feeling defeated. I fucked up. I can't even try to fix this. Niall nods to the big guy in the corner and holds up a finger signaling that he needs a moment. The guy nods back and Niall puts his hand on the small of my back to lead me forward. We walk to the elevator in silence. I hate myself.  

As I reach my hotel room door I begin to feel nervous, wondering what I should say. 

"Thank you, for, everything. the game, the drinks, walking me up here." 

"No, thank you." He says, a hint of his smile returning to his eyes. "It's been great spending time with someone new tonight." 

'I, um, don't know how to say goodbye." I admit, embarrassed. "I don't want to."  

He laughs and reaches over to envelope me in a hug. "Sweet dreams Sydney, I hope to find you again." he says while pulling away.  

I turn and open my door, knowing I wont be able to sleep tonight. 

Niall 

I slowly open the hotel room door and slip inside as quietly as possibly. I turn the doorknob and close the door silently and then tiptoe across the room to the bed. I slip in beneath the covers and try to pull enough over to cover myself without waking the sleeping body on the otherside of the mattress.  

"Is that you Nialler?" 

"Mmmhmm" I mumble.  

"Where's Liam?" 

"In his room I reckon." 

"And you...?" 

"He's not alone." 

"Oh." He says. 

"We met some fans in the bar tonight, played a game of pool with them." 

"Did you Really?" Harrys says, turning to face me with a look of surprise. 

"Yeah" I smile, knowing he can't see me in the dark.  

"And Liam? He's with the fan now?" 

I nod in response. 

"But there was another for you, right?" 

"She, well... she was cute. But.." 

"But what?" 

"Apparently she wanted Liam too."

"He has TWO girls in there?" He says starting to get up.  

"No no no! Just the one. I walked the other back to her room just now." 

"Oh..." He says. 

Yeah. 'Oh.' 

"Come here Niall..." He says as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. 

I don't know what I would do without my brothers. This tour has been so rough on all of us, Harry especially has been there for me a lot.  

"Thanks bro." I say and roll back over to fall asleep. 

"Love you Niall." 

"Love you too Harry."