How Was I Supposed To Know? (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight-The First Shows

"Okay break, guys," one of the stage managers yelled out to the boys.

We arrived at our first venue early in the morning. The boys started practicing since then. I watched from the sidelines, thinking about how unreal everything has been and how lucky I am. But my mind was mostly on the kisses.

I haven't had a chance to talk to any if the boys until now.

"Do you like the set up so far?" Louis came over and grabbed one of the coffees that were sitting at the table.

"Yeah it looks great. I can't wait to see how it turns out during show time." I mumbled tiredly.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he got comfortable in a chair next to mine.

"Just tired," I half-lied.

"What else?" Louis read my mind.

I twiddled with my fingers.

"Just tell me," he nudged me.

"Zayn kissed me." I admitted.

He raised his eyebrows, wiggled them, and smirked.

"Stop," I chuckled

He laughed, " Well what's so bad about that? You said you had a great time at the date."

"Well," I begun. "Niall also kissed me."

"What?" He asked, baffled.

"Last night. And to be honest, I couldn't feel a connection with Zayn. But there's something about Niall... That I can't put my finger on."

He stroked his chin with interest. "I see."

I got more comfortable in my chair and scrolled through some photos I took for the book.

"Would you like to see some?"

"Sure," Louis responded and reached for my phone.

I sat there for a while and Zayn came over.

"Hello," he greeted the both of us, but planted a kiss on my cheek.

I stiffened and turned red. Louis and I greeted him back and Louis stared at me, concern filling his eyes.

"Breakfast everyone," Harry called out and lead us to a room.

There was food set up buffet style, and I filled my plate. I stood for a bit awkwardly, looking for a seat.

"Wait, here," Niall called out to me, and got out if his seat. He was sitting next to Zayn.

As he walked passed me, he whispered in my ear, his breath warm and sending shivers down my neck. "You are Zayn's girl after all."

He took a seat at the end of the table and I obliged to what seemed like an order, and I sat next to Zayn. Niall stared at me as I sat, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Does he not remember last night?

I gave Zayn a curt smile, and started eating my food, avoiding any conversation. The boys then had to get back to rehearsals and I stayed in the room, alone, thinking.

Eventually they prepped for the concert. It was almost show time and I stood in the sidelines wishing everybody luck on the first show of the tour. Zayn gave me another kiss before he went on stage, and I could've sworn I saw Niall glare with jealousy.

I watched the concert, and the boys gave it their all, shining with their talent.

It was late when they finished with everything, including the meet and greets and press, and they were all drained as we went back to the tour bus.