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Little Dragon

This is a new Aegon Targaryen imagine I hope you will all like, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Aegon doesn't want to be King, he doesn't want to be anything, except a father. Looking after his little girl is the one thing he knows he can do. And when they all attend a ball and a fight breaks out, Aegon protects her.

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"Aegon…"

A quiet grumble passed his pale lips while his body turned towards the voice he could recognise in his sleep. His arm lazily reached out until his hand could curl around (Y/n)'s hip and his legs tangled in the sheets so he could scoot closer towards her.

When he realised she was sitting up, Aegon cracked an eye open to make sure she didn't have the babe in her arms before he tightened his arm around her waist and wrenched her back down. He smiled at the squeak (Y/n) let out and he emitted another groan when he felt her fingers tangling in his locks. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and looped his leg around (Y/n)'s waist, effectively pinning her down to the bed.

"You need to get up, love." (Y/n) curled her fingers through Aegon's hair and kissed the top of his head when he murmured something incoherent against her skin.

He looked more peaceful now than he had done for the past few days and (Y/n) begrudged telling him he needed to move, but she knew soon enough if he didn't get up people would come looking for him. But when he curled around her like this, gripping her flesh tightly and rutted against her, (Y/n) couldn't break away.

This was the longest nights sleep Aegon had had in weeks. His father's failing health had taken a toll on everybody but when he passed and the crown was forced onto Aegon's head, he started to fall.

His marriage to (Y/n) was the one thing that stopped Aegon from drinking himself into an early grave. She brought the light back to his violet eyes and put colour back to his cheeks. She made him smile for the first time in years and showed him what it was truly like to be loved and not just wanted and desired as an object to move around the board. (Y/n) didn't use him for political points or push him to her advantage.

She loved him.

Then when Araela was born, Aegon perked up and changed into someone better, someone nobody had ever seen before. He loved his little girl to the end of the Earth and now they had a son, Aegon was briefly elated before he crashed back down when he was crowned King.

The ceremony took place three days ago and since then, Aegon barely spoke, barely ate and refused to leave his chambers.

He didn't want to be King, he wished Aemond was the older brother or that Aemond would just usurp him and take the iron throne for himself. He would make a better King than Aegon could ever be and he actually wanted the birth right Aegon had been given. But he was crowned now and there was nothing that could be done.

For a few minutes, (Y/n) basked in the feeling of her husband curled around her like he was one of their children and not the King, heir to the Iron throne. She raked her fingers through his tangled silver hair and kissed the top of his head as Aegon slowly started to wake up beside her.

He wanted to stay in bed all day but he knew his mother would be walking up the stairs at this very moment to come and scold him for not being up yet.

"Don't leave me," Aegon grumbled quietly into (Y/n)'s neck and he felt her chuckle vibrate through his chest and her lips on his forehead again.

"I'm just going to fetch Vaeron," With a lasting kiss to his temple, (Y/n) slowly unravelled herself from him so she could go get the newborn from the crib at the foot of the bed.

For a moment, (Y/n) thought her husband would flop back down and nestle into the pillows like a baby bird. But instead, he slowly shuffled over until he was laid on his back, propped up against the pillows. It seemed he was going to try and stay awake now and as surprising as it was, it was also relieving and (Y/n) smiled softly at him.

When he was in this sort of mood it took a lot to persuade him to get out of bed. (Y/n) never pushed him. If he wanted to sleep she would let him be and stay if he requested. If he didn't want to eat she would fetch him something to drink so he didn't make himself too ill and if he didn't want to talk, she would hold him until the storm in his mind passed over.

No one understood the torment Aegon was going through or what they were all putting him through and (Y/n), for one, would never act towards him as others did. They pretended he was being childish or having a tantrum when he was just broken and being forced into a world he couldn't function in.

(Y/n) found that when she comforted and tried to understand Aegon, he didn't try to drown himself in wine as much. He wouldn't lash out or cry or scream or throw things in utter frustration if (Y/n) comforted him and listened to what was wrong. It was something he wasn't used to, not even his mother tried to see things from his point of view anymore.

Part of Aegon felt groggy and somewhat ill from the lack of sleep he'd had this week and the amount of sleep he got last night which seemed to do him more harm than good.

But he perked up and managed to smile when (Y/n) sat down on the bed with their son in her arms.

Aegon let his head nestle back into (Y/n)'s shoulder and he feathered his lips against her neck while his arm secured around her waist so he could coil back around her again. He was sure she was about to say something if it hadn't been for their bedroom door bursting open and a flock of silver curls becoming visible near the foot of their bed.

"Kepa!"

It was as if a flame had been set alight within Aegon and the sudden change was instant and very clear. He went from curled up at (Y/n)'s side to sitting up straight with his arms out and one of the purest smiles (Y/n) had ever seen on his face. Something in his eyes sparkled instead of their usual dimness and even his posture lifted when Araela was within his sight.

The four year old clambered onto the bed and crawled over the sheets until she could reach Aegon. Her hands grappled along his legs until his arms were within reach and she didn't see the wince or hear his grumble when she stood on his thighs to get as close to him as she could.

His ring cladded fingers curled around her sides and he hoisted her off his legs so he could cradle her against his chest like she was a toddler again.

She giggled excitedly when he nestled his face against her neck and fluttered kisses on her cheek repeatedly while her arms looped around his neck to hold him closer until she was almost strangling him. But he didn't mind.

"Morning, little dragon,"

Araela gently rubbed her nose against his before Aegon sat her down on his lap, making sure the sheets were pulled high around his waist since he wasn't wearing any clothes underneath. It was frequent during the hot nights like these for Aegon to forgo clothes at night despite knowing that on most occasions, his daughter would try and find her way into his chamber in the morning to greet them both.

"Let me look at you," His words were whispered quietly against her temple while he smoothed his hands across her face and brushed her hair behind her ears so he could look down at her. She knew what he was going to say next, he could tell from the way she tilted her head up and took a deeper, bubbling breath to contain her excitement and love. "Hm, even more beautiful than yesterday, just like your mother."

Her giggle was enough to brighten Aegon's mood significantly and he tilted her head down so that he could kiss her forehead before he looped his arms around her middle and cocooned her into his chest again. This was where he wanted to stay, this was how he wanted to spend his days as King.

He didn't want to be sat on the Iron Throne entertaining the idiots of the council listening to their debates and sorting their messes. He wanted to be sat right here, with his wife and children who made him feel enlightened and worthy when he thought the worst of himself.

"I'm so sorry, your Grace. The Princess was insistent on seeing you both this morning."

Both (Y/n) and Aegon looked across to see their daughter's maid stood at the foot of the bed. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, her cheeks were flushed pink and her head was tilted down to look at her feet. She was never sure how close to approach or where to look or if eye contact was even appropriate. And now, since Aegon was King and his moods were uncertain unless his daughter was around, no one knew what to do around him.

Everyone feared objects flying across the room and tempers to flare when really, Aegon didn't have the energy to do any of that. A growl was the worst they would get as of late.

"Not a problem, you may leave. The Princess will stay with us," Aegon dismissed her with a wave of his hand. He would remain here until his mother or grandfather came looking for him and demanded his presence. Until then, Araela would stay with them just like she always did when she sought out her parents. She was never far from them, no matter what was going on.

"Kepa…"

"Yes, my love?" Aegon perched his chin on top of her head while he slowly started to sway them from side to side, much like (Y/n) was currently doing while she nursed Vaeron.

"Am I allowed to the ball tonight?" Araela curled her legs up beneath her and nestled down into her father's bare chest while her fingers skimmed up and down his arms and traced the rings he wore.

Her big round eyes glanced up to look at her mother who pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. (Y/n) knew nothing could get past her daughter. There was a ball taking place tonight, supposedly in celebration of Aegon's coronation and the only person not looking forward to it was the King himself. Aegon didn't like events being about him and he certainly didn't want a ball in his honour when he didn't even want the throne.

But it was already arranged and taking place so he knew he just had to grin and bear it. Hopefully with his wife by his side and a glass or ten of wine in his hand, it wouldn't be too bad.

"I suppose so, besides, I don't want to go without my two girls." He couldn't see why Araela couldn't go, at least for an hour or so. It was a ball, everyone else would be there and it wasn't like the coronation. It was dancing and music and festivities, she could enjoy it for an hour and then retire back to her room with her maid.

"What about brother?" Her small hand reached out for Vaeron who was nestled in the crook of (Y/n)'s arm, slowly drifting back off to sleep.

"Afraid not, sweetheart. He won't like it," (Y/n) kissed Araela's hand before she glanced over at Aegon. "Kepa will have to pick out a dress for you to wear."

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Turning her head, (Y/n) perched her chin on Aegon's shoulder and curled her hands a little tighter around his bicep clad in the leather tunic. She had to admit, after how horrid he had been feeling these past few days and how much of a strain the coronation had took on him, he didn't let it show.

Aegon stood tall beside her, his hands held respectfully in front of him, his shoulders square and broad beneath the black leather that was draped over every inch of his skin. He wore a gold link chain across his shoulders and part way down his chest which was the only spot of colour on his clothing making it stand out more. The boots made him a little taller than he was, almost at Aemond's height. His hair was neat and tidy and brushed behind his ears and his complexion didn't look nearly as ill and deathly as before.

He even had the conquerors sword strapped to his hip, although (Y/n) wasn't sure whether that was just for show or if he was preparing for any unforseen attacks or events happening tonight.

All he needed was the conquers crown on his head and he would look as regal as he did on his coronation. But he refused to wear it. This was as regal as he wanted to look, he didn't want the crown as well.

"Shall we sit down?" Aegon mumbled the words quietly against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear before he slowly guided her towards the table at the far end of the hall.

Every few seconds, his eyes would drift around the room until he found his mother standing just beside the table, Araela stood obedient at her side with a broad smile and their hands entwined. Aegon didn't want to lose sight of his daughter, not for a second. He was counting down the time until she would return to her room and then he and (Y/n) could later retire soon. Aegon wanted this night over and done with.

"You look beautiful, by the way." To say he liked (Y/n)'s dress would be a vast understatement.

Her dress was the darkest shade of green Aegon had ever seen with streaks of gold thread sewn throughout that almost looked like scratch marks from the claws of a dragon. It was low cut down the chest and had very thin straps that hung just off her shoulders and no sleeves due to the immense heat. It hugged her newfound curves and enticed Aegon to the point he was desperate to leave the ball and tear the dress to the floor.

"Thank you,"

As they advanced towards the table, they came to a stop beside Aemond who was stood watching the event closely like he was scouting out any threats. He was always on edge, no matter where he was or what he was doing.

"Brother," He dipped his head towards Aegon before his gaze moved to (Y/n) and he gave a small smile. "Care to dance?"

(Y/n) looked from Aemond to her husband, smiling when Aegon kissed her temple before he nodded and took a step back.

"Go ahead, my love."

She knew better than anyone that Aegon didn't dance. Their wedding ceremony was the only time he had participated in a dance of any sort and although (Y/n) had loved every moment of it, she knew not to ask him again for a dance. He didn't like participating and if people started to look, it put him on edge.

But Aemond, however, didn't care if people stared. He was rather fond of dancing, it was a skill he had mastered and he knew his sister in law was fond of dancing too.

No one else dared to ask (Y/n) to dance. Aemond was the only one who did because he was the only one who wouldn't get watched or glared at by Aegon if he danced with (Y/n). No one liked the glares they would get from the former Prince and now he was King, one wrong look at his wife would earn a punishment no one wanted to take.

(Y/n) took Aemond's outstretched hand and let him guide her towards the dance floor amongst the other dancing couples. It was somewhat charming to be dancing along with everyone else, trying to blend in whilst knowing the pair of them stood out like a sore thumb. (Y/n) loved the music, it was the only reason she could tolerate such big events like these. For Aegon, he suffered through with wine, but (Y/n) drowned everything out with songs.

She wanted to dance again and again and keep going until her feet bled and the night had ended. But two short songs was enough to send her head reeling and her chest heaving which wasn't a good idea when her dress was a little constricting. It had to be adjusted after Vaeron was born and she was barely getting her old figure back yet. Although Aegon loved her figure the way it was now.

"Thank you for the dance, brother."

"My pleasure," (Y/n) gratefully hooked her hand into the crook of Aemond's elbow and let him slowly guide her away from the dance floor and back towards the high table where the rest of their family were sat.

When they reached the table, (Y/n) smiled curiously up at Aemond when a certain grin crooked along his pursed lips and his brow raised like something had just popped into his head.

She watched, intrigued, as Aemond slowly unhooked his arm from hers when she was stood next to Aegon's chair before he rounded the table like a man on a mission. When he reached where his mother was stood, pointing out various objects and important people to Araela, Aemond went down on his knees in front of his niece and held out a hand.

"I do believe no one's asked you for a dance yet, little Princess. Care to dance with me?"

Araela's doe eyes drifted behind her uncle to catch a glimpse of her parents, but the anticipation was undeniable and she couldn't refrain from grinning from ear to ear. Her maid told her she wouldn't be at the ball for very long and her father told her she would mostly stay by their side until it was time for her to leave. She had spent the last few minutes talking with her grandmother about the ball but seeing her mother dance was like a dream. It looked so fun to her even if she was only four.

When she looked at her parents, Aegon nodded with an encouraging smile he saved just for her and (Y/n) nodded and did a small curtsey to remind her daughter to do the same.

With a wobbling curtsey, Araela grabbed Aemond's hand tightly and skipped beside him along to the other dancers, a lot of whom stopped what they were doing when Aemond passed by with his niece. If there hadn't been so many people on the dance floor, and Aemond hadn't been as tall as he was, it would have been fine for him to just lean down and hold her hands while they danced.

But he didn't want people barging past or knocking into his young niece and with his height, it was easier for him to pick her up and sit her on his hip for the first dance. When a few people moved, he would set her back to her feet and let her dance to her heart's content.

Aegon felt the urge to slouch in his seat and prop his feet up on the table like he used to do during supper, but he refrained. It was an important night and so far it was going well. Some people even smiled at him every now and then and his mother looked pleased, he didn't want to ruin that. He could remain regal and restrained for one night.

He downed the wine in his glass and clicked his back into place before he leaned to the right, enough so that he could press his lips against the top of (Y/n)'s head while his hand found hers resting on her lap.

His eyes could look nowhere but at his wife and then his daughter, two of the three most important people in his life.

Something stirred in him when he saw his brother dancing with his daughter, maybe if Araela asked Aegon for a dance, he would be quick to oblige. There was nothing she could ask him for that he would deny her.

"Do you think-" (Y/n) stopped whatever she was about to say when a loud crash rattled through the hall and vibrated off the stone walls.

Her eyes that had admittedly been staring up at her husband moved to scan the hall when she felt Aegon tense and sit straight beside her. His hand clamped down on her leg and his boots dug into the floor, a sure sign he was unnerved.

There was a fight.

Someone had started a fight and as the music died down, raised voices flooded the air instead and words were spat like venom.

Aegon could feel unease and anger radiating through his blood while he pushed up from his chair and advanced round the table, feeling (Y/n) close behind him. He moved one arm to wrap around (Y/n)'s waist, keeping his wife safely stood behind his frame just in case the fight got closer or another broke out. but his other hand was already curled around the handle of the blade strapped to his waist.

This was not the time nor the place for a brawl to happen, it was supposed to be a happy occasion and Aegon had his girls here. He wouldn't have fighting in front or around them.

He wasn't sure where to look, Aegon couldn't keep his eyes focused or in check. He tried to look towards the fight since more men were piling around creating a circle around those who started it but others were jumping in. Throwing punches, pushing others to the side and using enough force to splatter blood on the stone floor.

But then his eyes scoured the dance floor where dancing couples had stopped and gathered together. Some were trying to run and leave, others were glued to the floor unsure where to go and some were shouting obscenities.

Aegon could still see his brother.

Aemond had both his hands tightly clamped down on Araela's shoulders so he didn't lose her for even half a second and her quivering frame was tucked into her uncle's legs for safety. After a heartbeat, Aemond gave her a small nudge and started to walk across the dance floor, bypassing the other people to try and reach his family near the table which was out of the way of the brawl.

When he was close enough to the brawl to see what was happening, Aegon let go of (Y/n), about to push into the circle of people until his eyes glanced back towards his brother.

With his hands still on his niece's shoulders, Aemond twisted her to the side and tensed his back to shield her from a couple of stumbling fools. But the brute force of them bashing into Aemond toppled Araela down to her hands and knees.

The four year old's scream was so delicate and quiet compared to the hustle and bustle crowding the hall but Aegon heard it as if it was the only noise for miles around. She screamed when she fell and again when Aemond hoisted her up just before someone took a step back, about to stand on the little princess.

Changing his course, Aegon ran down the steps and reached his brother just as he hurried from the crowd with simmering anger raging in his eye. If his niece wasn't so young, Aemond would have branded his sword for the disrespect and the sheer amount of people pushing past and knocking her down when they knew how young she was and more to the point, who she was.

"Come here," Aegon breathed through the words as his girl was passed into his arms and he quickly kissed her temple before rushing to place her into (Y/n)'s waiting arms instead.

(Y/n) coiled her daughter to her chest, repeatedly kissing the back of her head while she watched Aemond disappear to both Alicent and Haelena's side and escort them out before things got worse. But when her focus shifted back to her husband, she could see the rage pouring off of him in waves.

He roughly barged his way through the circling crowd until he reached the two that were still pummelling fists into each other.

The guards should be here, dealing with this, not Aegon. Instead, they were trying to move people out of the way and help escort the rest of the family out to safety. But this needed containing and Aegon's calm demanour had disappeared the moment his daughter got mixed into this mess.

If she weren't here, Aegon would have been calmer. Hell, he probably wouldn't have left his seat, he would have let the guards deal with this and with a wave of his hand he would have got them to leave and the party would continue. But with his daughter here, things changed. He wouldn't have her around when this was happening, he wouldn't stand for her being hurt or frightened like this. And if these men didn't stop within the next ten seconds, Aegon would see blood spill and he didn't care for the consequences.

"Enough!"

He barely felt the elbow to the stomach he received, his adrenaline and rage made up for the air being knocked out of him. Trying again, Aegon grabbed one of the men by the scruff of his neck and he brandished his knife in his other hand, pressing the tip so far into the man's neck that blood started to dribble across the blade.

"I said, enough!"

With a growl, Aegon tossed the larger man down on his back on the floor and pinned him down with a knee jabbed into the top of his chest. He almost smiled when he saw how hard it was for the idiot to breathe and he tilted the blade at a different angle so it was covering the circumference of the man's neck, ready to slice when and if Aegon felt like it.

"Y-your Grace…"

"My wife is here, my daughter is here and if you can't tell, that's her screaming. Do you know the punishment for terrorising my child? Hm?" Aegon snarled each word and bared his teeth, scrunching his nose as he delievered his threat by digging his blade into the man's neck and starting a small slice through the skin.

"Kepa," He would have gutted him right then if it wasn't for that quiet, shaking voice that made him sigh and briefly close his eyes. "I want Kepa!"

Aegon revelled in the cry he earned from removing the blade swiftly and tucking it back into the slot around his waist.

"Deal with them," His eyes were cold and menacing as he pointed at the two responsible who were hurriedly grabbed by many guards. "Everyone leave, now. The ball's over, get out."

(Y/n) had never heard such cold malice in her husband's voice and the dangerous look in his eyes made her knees go weak. This was how people expected him to be, this was the cunning, uncaring King everyone tried to turn him into and it was so different from who Aegon really was behind closed doors. But they had unintentionally threatened his daughter, his precious little dragon, and no one got away with that.

His family was his weakness.

The darkness sweeping across Aegon's face vanished the moment he turned towards his girls and his lips softened like butter when he reached his arms out for Araela who almost jumped across from (Y/n) over to her father. He coiled her into his chest and kissed the back of her head whilst threading his fingers through her silver curls. He could feel her shaking against him and how she curled up until she was almost the size of a babe resting against his clothed chest.

They had frightened her. Aegon hated to see her like this, he never knew how to calm her down or what to do to make it better.

When he was sure Araela was nestled safely in one arm, Aegon reached his other arm out and wound it around (Y/n)'s waist. He reeled her into his side, instantly feeling the anger melting away when (Y/n) kissed his neck and her hands found their place on his heaving chest.

Silence followed them as they walked out the hall and Aegon let his eyes fall closed, relishing in having both his girls in his arms. He wasn't going to have Araela attending any more events like this and he wasn't going to be seen at many of them either.

He wouldn't risk his family for anything.

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From 2010- Goodbye 2011

2011

Part 16

18th December 2011 London

Nervously I jump around on the spot hearing thefans all scream just as the VT comes on introducing us

"Ok huddle" Liam says with his arms out. We all huddle together "we are only ever going to get one first show. Let's make this count. I know we're all nervous, but let's go out there and just have a good time. Let's smash it'

"Let's go!" Harry yells making me laugh as we all run on stage holding our microphones and immediately Na Na Na starts playing. After our first song we then sing Stand Up then Wish "Good evening London!" Harry says at the end of the song "t'night is the start of our tour so we want you to sing as loud as ya can t'night. When we first got together we spent a lot of time at my house with a guitar around the fire singing some of our favourite songs. So that's exactly what we're gonna do f'you right now"

Finally it's time for our little medley/solo songs. I sit down between Harry and Zayn. First up is Zayn with I Got A Feeling, then Niall sings Stereo Hearts. As usual I do the high harmony while singing. Next up is Louis with Valarie, then it's Liam with Torn. Finally is my turn with I Wanna Dance With Somebody

"Clock strikes upon the hour" as I start singing I get to from my seat and walk towards the front of the stage "And the sun begins to fade. Still enough time to figure out. How to chase my blues away. I've done alright up 'till now. It's the light of day that shows me how. And when the night falls, loneliness calls" I turn to look at the boys smiling "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me" the boys then all join in "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody With somebody who loves me" Harry and Zayn place their arms around my shoulders

“think we should do it one more time don't you?" Niall says

"This time put your hands in the air and clap along" Zayn shouts and we sing the last part of the song acapella.

19th December 2011 Westcliff-on- Sea

"I just want to say on behalf of all of us thank you for turning up here tonight your the best fans in the world and your also very good on Twitter" Zayn says into his mic

"We've actually been looking at our favourite tweets today" Liam says “Ah here they are"

"I traveled all the way from Yorkshire on a train to be here" Louis says

"Oooo I like this one. What have you asked for Christmas?" Liam says

"Another dog" I say into my making all the boys laugh

"And what did ya dad say?" Harry asks

"No" I pout "but I just think cookie is lonely and needs a friend"

"I swear your gonna have a zoo one day" Zayn

laughs into the mic

"This was my favourite tweet" I say and turn to the screen "bloody hell I think I need my eyes testing. Ok errrm 'what have you brought on tour with you from home? I've brought a few photos of my family and friends. Ni?" I look at Niall who responds

"Yeah same. Photographs and a few home comforts"

We go through some more tweets then move on to our next song.

21st December 2011 Wolverhampton

"Ok so tonight is a very special night. Tonight we are in Liams home town. Everyone make some noise!" I shout into my microphone and the fans all start screaming "ok, so, because we are here, Liams family have come out. Where are they?" I ask scanning the front row when I finally see them waving"hi!” I wave back “we hope you guys enjoy the show"

"YN isn't your dad here as well?" Louis asks

"He is! And he brought my baby with him!'

"Cookie she means cookie" Liam says

"She's still my baby. Anyway she's probably asleep in my dressing room, either that or I'm going to find some presents when I go back" I nervously laugh, but I know cookie is most likely asleep

“Now because it's a special night we want to hear how loud you guys can be. So this side of the room you've got me and Harry" Louis says

"This side you've got me and Niall" Liam says

"And you guys have the best. Me and Zayn! Whooo! We’re so going to win”

"Ok ok pipe down YN” Niall says laughing

“Ok so we want to hear you scream as loud as you can. Ready?” Harry says “on 3. 1, 2, 3” Zayn and I pull a face and shake our heads

“We can do better than that can’t we?” Liam says “on 3”

“1, 2, 3” Zayn and I look at each other and smile

“Ok now let the best group go. Are we ready?” I ask and hear cheers

“Ok 3, 2, 1” the middle group scream as loud as they can

“Ok well clearly we won” I say turning to the boys

“m’not so sure” Harry replies

“Maybe we should just get everyone to scream that way we all win”

“Niall ever the pleaser” i mutter “fine. Ok we can all win, but only because you all know Zayn and I won. Ok ready! 3, 2, 1….. woah I think they could hear us half way across the globe!”

“The next song we’re going to sing is Up All Night” Niall introduces the next song.

22nd December 2011 Manchester

“Ok guys the next song we got for you is one of the very first songs we recorded straight off the show” Niall says while I grab a drink. Harry hands me a towel

“Thanks I pant taking the towel from him”

“This is everything about you” the music then starts and Liam starts singing. During the chorus I find Alex standing in the front and sing to him. He blows me a kiss making me smile.

After Daniel does is guitar solo it’s my turn to sing

“And you have always been the only one I wanted. And I wanted you to know without you I can't face it. All we want to have is fun, but they say that we're too young. Let them say what they want” I sing going high at the very end and prolong the note while the boys start the chorus

“Give it up for YN!” Niall says as I end the note then join in with the final chorus.

We then run off stage to do a quick change. At this point I’m so used to changing in front of the boys and they are too. They respect me enough not to look. I check myself in the mirror

“Do you think I should go natural?”

“You want to go on stage nude?” Harry asks raising a brow at me

“No my hair” I laugh “I’m getting a little bored of the red hair”

“What is your natural colour?”

“Brown”

“Go for it you can always change it again right?” Zayn says

“Guys your needed back on stage” with that we run back on stage to sing Use Somebody.

23rd December 2011 Manchester

“So, get out, get out, get out of my mind. And come on, come into my life I don't, I don't, don't know what it is. But I need that one thing And you've got that one thing” we sing and at the end Louis and Liam drag me to the ground making me squeal. I sit on the floor and look at the boys as they get up

“Seriously? Why?” I laugh. Niall puts his hands out and helps me up

“Sorry YN but we had to. It’s the last night of the tour for this year” Liam says

“Speaking of, we just want to say that we are having such a good time tonight, but non of this would be possible without our incredible band. So let’s give it up John on the keys, Josh on the drums, Sam on base and last but not least Dan on the guitar!” Louis introduces the band. Each one then playing the tune to What Makes You Beautiful

“Please give it up for our amazing band” Zayn shouts “and who knows we might come back to that song later”

“We definitely will” I laugh

“Now like Liam said. This is our final tour date for this year. Tonight we will be traveling home back for Christmas. So I want us to sing a Christmas song, are you guys down for that?”

“Depends on the song” Zayn says laughing

“I want all of you to sing along. Oh I wish it could be Christmas…” I point my microphone and the fans sing “ohh I wish it could be Christmas…. so let… for Christmas! Whooo that was amazing” I smile

“M’surprised you didn’ make that into a competition” Harry says then immediately regrets “wait no…”

“To late” I smile.

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