grammatically incorrect drabble

36. backstage- niall one shot

Hi guys! So I have this posted on my tumblr but thought I'd put it on here too in case anyone didn't see it! It's a quick Niall one shot for anyone interested. Enjoy! x

I could feel the alcohol flooding through my veins as I watched him sing from the wings.  He’d dashed away at the last second, barely making it on stage in time after tearing himself away from me.  The single drink we’d had backstage before the show had turned into four or five, creating a chaotic buzz that ran through my veins, encouraged further by the shouts of the crowd and the pulsing atmosphere of the stadium. 

All night, my eyes had been fixed on him as he worked the crowd into an absolute frenzy.  His soft blonde hair, which had started out styled upward, had now become soaked with sweat, much like the shirt that clung to the muscles on his back when he moved.  His eyes positively lit up when he was on stage, infecting every cell in his body and making him glow.  I knew it was where he felt alive, where he felt right.  He belonged on a stage in front of thousands, perfectly placed for them to admire the perfect specimen that he was. 

But he was mine and mine only, something not many were aware of.  He would perform and profess his love for the thousands, meaning it from the bottom of his heart, and they would swoon and sigh while being absolutely positive they meant them alone, but it was me that felt his body pressed to theirs night after night.  It was me that enjoyed the taste of his lips on mine and the rough touch of his calloused fingers on their body.  It was me that he used to escape the stress and tension of his job, and it was me that he lost himself in. 

Watching him now, my body was tingling with the anticipation of what would come when the show was over.  It was what always happened, without fail, and it was how our relationship had started.  The adrenaline of the show and the high it gave him carried over for several hours, making him seek ways to let it endure.  He’d found a way in me one night when he’d run off the stage, soaked with sweat and glowing with endorphins.  We’d been flirting for weeks, tiptoeing the line of the rule that clearly stated members of the crew could not interact romantically with the band, but never crossed it until that first night. 

All it had taken was for him to run into me accidentally after a show a few weeks ago.  His hands had landed on my shoulders, apologizing enthusiastically as we stumbled clumsily back behind a part of the set.  His breathing had been heavy, labored, and his eyes were alight with the joy of the show when he broke the rule, ducking his head down suddenly to press his lips to mine for the very first time.

After that moment, the forbidden affair had only grown further, escalating into a full-blown secret relationship.  Our time together was found in stolen moments secluded from the rest of the crew.  Behind a speaker.  In a closet.  Under the stage of whatever city we were in that day.  Sometimes, blissfully, in his dressing room.  Our time together was short, heated, and chaotic, but oh so worth it every time. 

The show was nearly over now, cutting off my reminiscing as my gaze remained fixed on Niall.  I watched as his hand slid down his front, purposefully teasing the thousands of girls in the audience.  They screamed on cue, earning a satisfied smirk from the object of their affection.  His hips swiveled around once, adding more pain to their agony before he turned and continued to sing.  He did those things on purpose, knowing the crowd would go crazy, but little did he know was that they had the exact same affect on me.

I already felt heated as I watched him, my body aching for him while begging for the song to end so he would run off stage and rush past me.  All I could really hope for now was a quick look, maybe a careful squeeze of my side as he ran by, but later, I would get my satisfaction.  It always happened after a show and it was the sole reason that show days were my favorite.