A Light in the Dark // Flicker Series Part I #wattys2019

Little Things | part I

Chapter 18

Evie's POV // Little Things

When I woke up this morning to an emergency work phone call from Beck, I rolled out of bed in a hurried mess to quickly get ready before he was there to pick me up.

I stumbled out of my room —groggy, half asleep, messy hair being thrown into a bun as I walked, and barely recognizable as human from my measly 4 hours of sleep.

My body stopped in it's tracks in the hallway as I saw the closed guest room door next to mine. A giddy smile covered my face, thinking back to the night before, and made me feel much happier and awake and ready to face the day.

We kissed. Now he's in there. 

And --I like this a lot.

My heart pinches a little in sadness as I remember he's only here to be able to drive me in this morning, but now Beck is coming to pick me up an hour early.

I wont wake him. At least one of us should get as much rest as possible, and since he has a performance tonight i'm glad it's him who get's the extra rest.

In a perfect world we would have both woken up at a decent hour this morning and been able to enjoy a cup or two of coffee on the back porch in the crisp mountain air. But that perfect world is not a reality this morning. Who know's? Maybe in the future...

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Evie. But the boy did kiss me, so I think I have a right to daydream a little.

Hours after, I now find myself busying about my tasks for the day and checking on all of our performers to make sure they have everything they need and everything is according to plan.

I leave one dressing room and conveniently I have to walk past stage 1 to get to the next dressing room, and according to my schedule Niall should be there now doing his rehearsals.

I sneak into rehearsals hoping he wont see me. I'm sure I wouldn't make him nervous but I want to surprise him.

As I walk, it comes to mind that we haven't had a chance to discuss this 'mystery girl' internet gossip about us. We really have a lot to catch up on, but it seems our lips get distracted with things other than conversation. I hope he won't be upset about the picture, I mean after all he was the one who made the paparazzo delete the photo of us. Maybe he doesn't want anymore pictures of us getting out.

I find a seat close to the sound booth in the back, where hopefully he won't be able to recognize it's me.

He sings through a couple songs, —the covers on his set list, Issues by Julia Michaels and Scared to be Lonely by Dua Lipa and Martin Garrix. Both covers, beautifully done and uniquely him. He sings them well, but seems a bit distracted and when he starts to play This Town and fumbles a few chords I realize that something is definitely off with him.