2013

I kick the football down the tunnel of the backstage area of the stadium, watching as Niall kicks it back to me. We got to the stadium a few hours early before the show, so we’re just trying to kill some time. “Kicked that a little hard, Nialler,” I chuckle, making him roll his eyes.

“Dada!” I hear a squeal from behind me and turn, seeing Charlotte waddling quickly towards me with a goofy grin while you hurry after her. “Hey, princess. Get away from mummy?” I crouch down.