Lintley SepperThe photographer was hesitant, almost cautious, when she agreed to go on tour with the widely known band. Lintley Sepper was cautious because she knew how the band's fandom worked – how vile the teen girls could be – and she did not want to be their next target. She wanted to keep her life simple. She didn't want to become the next story on a tabloid for "hooking" up with one of the singers, she didn't need rumors ruining her career before it even began. It was the main reason she stayed clear from taking pictures of celebrities, she stuck to nature. It was calming, simple. However, when the boy's manager called her telephone one crisp morning offering her an amount of money that she simply couldn't decline she found herself packing up her dignity and agreeing. Besides, she reassured herself, it was only business.
Her nerves were on high when it came time for introductions – not because she was a devoted fan – but she figured that the boys were completely full of themselves; little pop robots. They weren't the type of people she would normally surround herself with, but fortunately she was proven wrong. The boys weren't too awful, a bit rowdy, but being the youngest of seven older brothers she was sure she could hold her own. It wasn't as if she had to spend every waking moment with the foursome – just enough time to document a few photos for their upcoming "scrapbook" they were putting together for fans.
Three weeks into the tour she was surprised to find herself getting along with the four boys – unless she was actually trying to get something done. "Can you please sit still, Louis." She complained, the rambunctious singer wiggling on his bum was making it impossible to snap a good picture. "Shouldn't I appear natural, love?" Her only response was an amused snort – as if anything the sold to their fans was "natural"; almost everything they did was under the watchful eye of their management.
After attempting to capture several more photographs, ultimately failing, the blonde gave up with a playful huff. "Go get pretty for your fans." She waved him off with a small pout – Louis was always giving her trouble with pictures. She wasn't quite sure if it was because he thought it was amusing or if the pictures made him uncomfortable – the latter made mores sense to the photographer. She loved photography, but she couldn't stand being caught on camera; the mere thought was enough to make her shiver. Lintley decided to take a break from taking pictures and simply allowed her camera to hang from her neck, "Hey Li," She greeted the singer with her usual shy grin, out of the four Liam quickly became her favorite - not because she was smitten by his good looks, but because he was the most mature and easiest to talk to. "You ready for tonight?" She didn't know how the boys did it - she definitely didn't have the nerve to do it.
Niall HoranSometimes the Irishman had a hard time processing the fact that his name was known around most households. Niall knew he was talented, but the boy never imagined that his talents would be so well known. It wasn't everything he thought it would, but he would never complain. He loved the fame – he loved his fans. He adored the life that came with his talents, even when the fans got out of control. The only downside was having to go on tour – as much as he enjoyed playing music for thousands of fans and getting to meet some here and there he hated leaving his family. Touring was entertaining for the first few times – got to spend time with the band, meet girls, play music – but as he got older he couldn't help but miss his family and simplicity of not living on a designated schedule everyday for months. He never complained however, he just grinned and tried to have a good time.
"How much longer?" Niall complained impatiently to his bandmate, Harry. If it was one thing the blonde loathed it was waiting backstage for a show to begin. There was so much adrenaline pumping through his veins, so much enthusiasm, that if felt like years in the small area backstage. Niall always felt as if he were some type of animal just waiting to be set free of his cage so he could release all of his pent up energy – unfortunately that was not possible, not until they were given the green light.
He could already hear thousands of fans entering the stadium – their excited voices that carried over only fueling his anticipation. "Much too long," He whined in a soft huff, answering his previous question before his curly haired friend could; not that he thought Harry was even listening by this point. His friend always seemed to be in his own head before a show. The blonde jumped to his feet, quickly examined his appearance, before practically skipping off to find Louis.
He wondered if they would hang around after the show to sign a few things, that was always the best part of the night. He was used to most of the fans flocking towards the other boys. It used to sting his ego, but lately he didn't let it bother him. It just made the fans that did pay attention to him all the more special. "Ready to get out there, mate?" He grinned, giving the older male a nudge as he stood beside him. He doubted that it would be much longer now – probably five minutes or so.
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