*Chapter Three*
Kiara's P.O.V
I fidgeted uncomfortably, looking around.
I felt the nagging worry in the back of my mind, despite of being extensively in awe myself. I worried that Hailey wasn't enjoying herself. I was worried maybe I had tried too hard to get her here. I kind of regretted it. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.
She said they were good, it'd be okay.
It's just one night.
Niall was yelling out at the crowd, trying to be heard over the uproar in response to something he had said. Hailey's eyebrows were piqued in interest. I tip-toed, grasping the barrier in front of me to get an even better view of the stage (but who was I kidding, we basically had the best spot).
I watched as Zayn and Louis argued over what song to sing.
Liam was trying to give an input over their banter, and Harry was shaking his head in disgust while Niall seemed to be watching them with something a lot along the lines of fondness.
They decided to sing a Maroon 5 song, and my eyes had widened and my heart had richoeted, because they sounded incredible. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but the intensity of their dedication was pretty amazing.
After the song was done, and the crowd had somewhat quieted.
They began to banter on what song to sing again.
After Liam got cut off by Louis the second he mentioned Jay-Z, Zayn abruptedly stood up before they could get vocal and drawled quite calmly, "Why don't we check the Twitter feeds?"
Harry nodded enthusiastically, worriedly glancing at Louis who was giving Liam the finger behind his back- not really making an effort to hide it. "Yeah, the crowds opinions' would be good" he agreed hastily.
I pulled out my phone, nearly dropping it. This was it. This was what I could do to get Hailey's attention fully attuned to the boys, or better yet, just for a second, get the boys attuned to us.
Whichever was a win, really.
My hands shook as I quickly typed out a tweet, my fingers trembling as auto-correct failed to do it's duty. I sighed, mind racing. I grinned to myself, every single person around me oblivious because of their own euphoria's. What if Zayn read it out?
I shivered.
Liam was staring warily somewhere to the left of the stage, fingers pressed against his earpiece, trying to hear something over the loud chatter of the crowd, nearly everyone was frantically holding out their devices, the lights made it look like the room was a light with strange fire-flies.
He nodded suddenly, bringing down his hands, clapping.
"Okay, okay" He muttered, barely sounded.
His eyes lifted to the big screen behind him as all boys turned towards it. Niall wolf whistled. The screen was being refreshed, and over a thousand of tweets were filling up the spaces and Liam looked overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed, losing all hope.
"Wow, qu-quick fingers" He said, flustered.
Louis laughed aloud, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands, looking alarmed.
I rolled my eyes, pulling out my camera.
Hailey's P.O.V
My eyes, against my will (maybe, kind of, shut up) roamed the boys.
They could sing, like, holy shit.
They kind of had different moods to their tones, and I couldn't help but just fall in love with Niall's. It was the most calming, kinda entrancing, and completely lovable.
