“Niall, will you please just shut up!” I said loudly, as he had done nothing but apologize to me for the past ten minutes. We were still stuck in front of the studio, completely boxed in by fans and Niall had given up and turned the car off and called Paul for help. He and some others were currently attempting to make their way through the crowd so that they could let us leave.

Niall felt awful. He looked at me, his face absolutely crestfallen. “I’m sorry,” he barely whispered.

I sighed. “No, I am. Look, I don’t mind, okay? This is a part of your life and if I am going to be your friend than I just have to get used to it right?”

Something flickered in his eyes, but he smiled quickly and patted my shoulder. “Thanks, Maddie, that means a lot to me.” I nodded at him and slid down further in my seat. I was never one for having my picture taken and hundreds of flashing cameras aimed at me really was not enjoyable.

I grumbled to myself about just wanting to go sightseeing and Niall chuckled. “Remind me again why you chose not to get tinted windows?”

He laughed and said, “I’m not a government agent.”

“No, just a world-wide famous superstar,” I finished for him, earning another laugh.

“I don’t want to hide from my fans; they’re the best part of it all.”

“Aww, how sweet,” I teased him and he blushed. “It’s true,” he mumbled shyly and I turned to face him, my back against the window.
“I know it is,” I said softly. “And I think that is truly amazing. You and the boys treat your fans so well and I know how happy it makes them.”

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you’re a fan,” Niall said. I rolled my eyes mockingly and shoved his shoulder lightly, causing the fans outside to go mental. Neither one of us could decipher what they were screaming, but from what I could tell, the messages were pretty mixed. Some girls were looking at us happily, truly excited, while others shot me hatred-filled stares. I shook all the attention off and focused on Niall.

“So what are we going to do once we get out of here?” I asked him. He leaned back against his leather seat and thought about it for a moment. He turned his head to watch me as he said, “Well, I’m actually pretty exhausted, so maybe we can just get some food and then hang out with the lads for a while. I can take you sightseeing another time. Do you mind?” he asked uncertainly, looking genuinely apologetic.

“Of course, that’s fine!” I smiled at him happily to reassure him and he relaxed.

We both jumped slightly at a sharp tap on the window. Paul stood, his face pressed up against the glass.

“Tank God,” Niall muttered and I couldn’t help myself; I cracked up. “What?” he asked, looking hurt.

“Nothing,” I grinned. “Your accent is cute, that’s all.”

Paul interrupted and motioned for Niall to roll the window down. He obeyed and Paul stuck his head in so that we could hear him. “Hello,” Paul said to me politely before looking at Niall.

“Listen, sorry about this mate,” he began, “We didn’t know it’d be this crazy today.”

“No worries,” Niall assured him. “Will we be able to leave soon?”

Paul nodded. “Aye. We’re about to clear them out.”

“Appreciate it, mate.”

Paul just nodded again and leaned back, leaving Niall to roll up the window. The security team members began walking out from the car, their arms spread out, pushing the girls away. About five minutes later, they had all been forced back and a gate had been put up for safety purposes.

“Finally,” Niall exclaimed, and started the car again, pulling out into the main road. I relaxed as we drew away from all the commotion. Hopefully the rest of the day wouldn’t be so stressful.