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“Niall! Get off me, you’re gonna ruin my makeup,” you giggled as you playfully pushed Niall away from you. You were sitting in the back of a limo, dressed to the nines, with your boyfriend Niall. When you had mentioned to Niall that you were a little nervous attending your first Grammys he had started a massive tickle fight in order to distract you. Now tears were threatening to mess up the expertly applied makeup that Lou has spent hours perfecting.
“Well you look beautiful to me, even with mascara tears running down yer face,” Niall said stealing a kiss from your cheek. You smacked him with the back of your hand as you pulled a compact out of the small clutch resting against your leg on the seat. A quick glance revealed that you had yet to ruin your makeup and you let out a sigh of relief.
“Careful what you say over there Ireland, I’m not really in the mood for you to be teasing me about mascara tears,” you threatened mockingly pointing at his face, “Don’t make this the face of a boy that’s not getting any tonight.”
Niall held up his hands in mock innocence, “Not getting any what? I don’t know what yer talkin’ about Princess.”
You smacked him for his cheek but started to nervously tap your heels in an unsynchronized pattern as you tried to keep a smile pinned on your face. Niall wasn’t a fool though. He rested his hand on top of your knee to stop your bouncing and said, “It’s okay to be nervous, but you have nothing to worry about. You’re here because everyone already loves you.”
“I know that logically, but….It’s the Grammys!!” you said wringing your hands, “It feels like just last week I was singing alone in my room and now…”
“And now you’re nominated for 3 different Grammys for your album! You’re cover of ‘Happy for You’ was hauntingly beautiful, yer totally going to win.” Niall said beaming as he squeezed your knee.
“But I’m going against Beyonce Niall. Beyonce!” you tried to explain, “People are going to hate me if I win!”
“They aren’t going to hate you,” Niall said rolling his eyes, “People respect you more than you think.”
You let out a sigh, “You’re probably right, I’m just nervous is all.”
“I know I’m right!” Niall said perking up again, “Now are you ready to face the firing squad?”
You rolled your eyes dramatically at Niall, “You probably shouldn’t compare the media to a firing squad when I’m freaking out Niall.”
“Oh come on, it’s fun!” Niall teased, “And you’ll feel more like James Bond…”
You snickered at Niall’s comment, “Well if James Bond could do it…Lead on Bond Girl!”
Niall threw you a final smile over his shoulder before he pushed open the door of the limo. You were temporarily blinded by all the flashing cameras trying to snap a photo of you, but with Niall’s hand firmly grasped in your own…you followed him into the fray.
Author’s Note: It’s a little shorter than some of my most recent things, but what’d you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know!!