Err...WHY ARE ONE DIRECTION BEHIND THE SOFA?!?! (One Direction Fanfic) [WA 2012]

All the fans and reporters were going absolutely mental at the sight of the boys, and I thought I even heard a few people screaming mine and the girls names.

“Niall! Kylie!!” A female reporter screamed, waving frantically at us. I grabbed Niall’s hand, and seeing everyone else was giving interviews, dragged Niall over to where the reporter and her camera dude were stood.

“Hi” Niall smiled at the reporter, who looked extremely happy.  She had probably just received a huge promotion.

“Hi! So, how are you enjoying tonight so far?” She asked Niall, still grinning.

“It’s great! Everyone here is so friendly and happy” He smiled at the camera.

“And how are you finding it all Kylie? This must be so strange!” She asked me, taking me a little by surprise. I don’t usually get asked anything, I just stand there and smile.

“Yeah, it is strange!” I admitted, laughing a little “But like Niall said, everyone is so nice, so it’s easy to just relax and have a good time” I found myself saying, and I was surprised by how calm I sounded.

“Well we better be off, see you later!” Niall said to the reporter, before we walked back into the centre of the red carpet.

“How did I do?” I whispered to Niall, still smiling and waving.

“Perfect!” He whispered back, as we grinned at a camera.

“Boysss!!! OI!” Paul’s voice came from somewhere, and we found his standing by a camera dude. Me and Niall weaved our way through people towards him, and soon all the girls and the boys were here.

“We need some official photos of you all, so boys, if you could go and stand over there” He pointed to one of those white screen things with the clubs logo on “ We’ll get some shots of you, then with you and the girls” Paul ordered, and the boys scurried off. Me and the girls just stood there squealing, it was still weird to think I was on the red ruddy carpet!

“Smile!” He photographer shouted to the boys, and they all pulled their biggest smiles. Me and the girls had a great time trying to make them laugh by pulling funny faces, until Paul noticed and told us off.

“Right, now some with the girls” The camera guy told us, so we wobbled over in our heels to the boys, and Niall put his arm round my waist as camera’s everywhere flashed in our faces.

“Now just one of the girls” Paul told the camera guy, and before I knew it the boys had been and it was just me and the girls stood there. Just smile Kylie, you got this…

“That’ll do!” The camera person told us, so the boys rushed back over to us.

“You’re a natural at this!” Niall laughed, picking me up and spinning me round. I giggled, blushing.

As we all made our ways down the carpet towards the big building, we did an awful lot of smiling, autographs and interviews. I bet we are going to be in the papers tomorrow.

“Okay, everyone inside now!” A security person said, ushering us into the club.

Not that I have been in many clubs, but this was most defiantly the best I had ever seen.

The place was huge, with a massive bar down one wall and the biggest dance floor I had ever seen in the middle. The place was packed with people!

“Now have fun, but be careful! There are paparazzi here!” Paul told us, shouting to be heard over the music and people also screaming to one another.

“Bye Paul!!! Don’t get to drunk!” We all laughed, before running off to the dance floor.

We must have danced for around 10 minutes, when we decided to have a seat.

“Who wants a drink?” Harry asked, eying the bar. All the boys and Courtney (apart from  Liam)  instantly said yes, as they were legal.

“Can I drink here?” I asked, uncertain. I had drank before, but I don’t want to get bed press.

“Yeah, just don’t get wasted” Louis laughed, as Harry and Zayn wandered off to get the drinks. They were back soon enough with arms full of glasses, placing them on the table.

“Okay, we got everyone a vodka shot and a beer” Zayn told us, handing us all a shot. Even Liam had agreed to have one, and the other girls were all doing the same as me, drinking but now getting smashed like some of the boys would be.

“Three”

“Two”

“One!” Harry counted, and we all downed out shots. The drink burned my throat, but in a good way. Oh well, maybe I’ll end up drunk after all… YOLO!!!