A/N WEIRD THING IS, OKAY, SO I WROTE THIS STORY BEFORE THE VIDEO OF THE BOYS IN THE WAX MUSUEM CAME OUT. Okay. So can we just all reflect in the fact that I am obviously psychic. Heh.

Chapter 40:

"Now we're in New York, New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of! There's nothing you can't dooooo when you're in New York, New York!" Niall, Liam and I sang at the top of our lungs from their tour bus. Since it'd been a short (ish) drive, I had crashed in the boys' bus. It was fun watching them argue and fight over video games. We had literally just crossed the border. It was amusing how the second we had crossed, Niall, Liam and I burst out in song.

"You're so annoying," Harry whined from where he was in the corner, phone in hand.

"Someone needs to teach Styles how to sleep. Sleep keeps people from being grumpy," Louis singsonged, while practically running over to jump onto Harry. Harry groaned and wildly moved his hand to get the older boy off.

"Shut it," Harry growled, quite obviously in a bad mood. Louis pouted momentarily before deciding to crawl into Zayn's bunk to bother him.

"How many more minutes til we get rid of Mr. Grumpy Pants?" Liam called to the driver, Trevor. Harry snorted.

"We'll arrive at the arena in about twenty minutes. It's a five minute drive from there to your hotel," Trevor responded, eyes focused on the road. 

"I'm taking you on a date tomorrow, by the way. Since we have the day off, I figured I'd drag you around and we can see some cool sites." Niall informed me, as he leaned back on the couch, eyes sparkling as he smiled at me. I nodded in acknowledgement, excitement for the next day steadily growing.

"It's really not fair that his girlfriend gets to travel with us," Harry grumbled, eyes not straying from his phone. I was slightly taken back by the harshness in his voice.

Louis poked his head out of the hidden away bed. "Someone is missing his girlfriend. At least you saw Rose last week. I haven't seen Juliet for two weeks."

"I haven't seen Andie since she left for college last month, no complaints." Liam spoke up.

"It's my last tour with you guys, might as well live it up, yeah?" I smiled softly, my eyes flickering to the floor. I was well aware of all five pair of eyes glued to me.

"What do you mean it's your last tour with us?" Zayn said something for the first time.

"I've been thinking, but I'm going to go to Uni next year. It's always been my dream to become an actress, I want to pursue it. Plus you can't always have me around, I must get annoying after a while. It's not like I'm disappearing off the planet of the earth, anyways." I replied steadily, picking absentmindedly at my nails.

"Thank God! You're not always going to be a lazy groupie," Louis broke the silence that had followed my statement. A grin was spread across his face, despite the fact that his eyes were a bit sad. 

"Whatever," I stuck my tongue out childishly at him. 

~*~*~

"The Statue of Liberty was incredible," I said as Niall and I walked towards the large building that was flashing Madam Tussauds.

"You've only said that ten times since we left," Niall teased as his hand guided me into warm atmosphere. I gladly welcomed the heat. New York certainly got chilly. Niall paid for our tickets, avoiding people as much as possible. The cashier person motioned for us to get into an elevator, so we did. 

"Whatever, I'm just appreciating that you took the time to take me," I shot back, jutting my bottom lip out in a pout. "Okay, so basically, this place is full of wax models of famous people?"

"Basically. See, there's Brad Pitt." Niall pointed out. I squealed and ran towards it.

"Holy freak, it's so realistic." I said as I studied it closely. I then shoved my phone into Niall's hands. "Please take a picture of me and my dream husband!"

"Should I be offended?" Niall chuckled as he got ready to snap the photo. I leaned forward and pretend to kiss Brad on the cheek. 

"No. You're my third dream guy, that's pretty good." I replied with a cheeky smile as I walked back over and hooked arms with him.

"Oh? Who is the other?"

"It's Brad Pitt, Channing Tatum and then you." I informed in with an affirmative nod. 

We continued around the area, occasionally taking pictures with the wax figures of our choice. Niall totally took a picture with Marilyn Monroe. And yes, he mimicked her pose. Thank God for having a ton of photo space on my iPhone. The walk through was full of laughs. And occasionally stopping to take photos with the fans who noticed Niall. For the most part, though, we managed to stay under the radar. Mostly due to the fact that girls were in school and it wasn't tourist season.

Niall enjoyed making faces at certain figures, sticking out his tongue and scrunching up his face. It was adorable.

"It's Justin Bieber!" He pointed at the extremely short, tiny wax figure that was up in the 'Pop Section.''

"Uh.." I paused, racking my brain to think of who that might be.

"As Long As You Love Me," Niall spoke up, noticing the confused face across my face. Recognition of that song flashed across my features as I nodded. 

"Go pose with your boyfriend," I demanded, shooing him towards the figure. Niall obeyed, going over and slinging his arm around it. I snapped a few pictures of the two, Niall making the craziest faces he could. I heard a loud commotion beside me, looking down the hall. A group of girls were laughing over one of the figures. They weren't able to see us yet and I figured we had a few moments before they would enter the Pop Section. I walked over to Niall, leaning in to inform him. "There's a group of girls who I'm sure will go crazy if they realize you're here. You ready to move on?"

Niall pondered this for a moment, before an idea flashed into his mind. "Go over there and wait. I'm going to pose as a wax figure."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I hesitated.

"If it's not, Nick and Antonio are twenty yards away. C'mon, it'll be a laugh." Niall persuaded. I gave in and leaned against the wall as he walked into an empty area and froze. As best he could, anyways. I saw a smile threatening to burst across his face. The sound of the girls came closer and I watched as they entered the room. 

A few of them squealed and pointed at Niall. "Since when did they get a Niall one? Where are the other boys?"

I stifled a laugh, staying hidden as they started posing for pictures with him. 

One of the girls stared at him for a while, squinting. "I swear I just saw him move.."

"Boo," Niall spoke, the three girls clinging onto his arms screamed and backed up. The others started hyperventilating and freaking out.

"You're Niall Horan!" One of the girls screeched.

"Do you want pictures? I gotta go soon," Niall offered, noticing the cameras hanging off their arms. They immediately nodded. 

The next fifteen minutes were a flurry of flashes, sharpies, and the occasional squeal from a girl. But finally Niall finished the last autograph, apologizing quickly for having to leave. The girls all called out a goodbye as the two of us exited the building. 

"I'm dating a celebrity," I mused as we held hands and walked down the sidewalk.

"And you're just now realizing this?" Niall smirked, fingers tightening around mine. It was almost amusing at how our fingers seemed to fit together just perfectly.

"No. It's just weird to think about. Those girls are never going to forget the time that One Direction's Niall Horan scared them in a wax museum. Weird that you have a lasting impact on people," I said thoughtfully.

"I guess I do," Niall replied, staring off into the distance. 

"You're amazing, you know that?" I leaned into his side.

"I do. But hearing it from you every once in a while doesn't hurt," he winked before stopping to press a kiss to my forehead. 

"Don't get to used to it, that way it'll always be a surprised when I decide to be nice to you." I laughed happily.

Oops, I lied. NOW there are two more chapters. Haha. The last chapter is chapter 42. Sorry for misleading you. Aha.

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