Muscles. His muscles. Niall's muscles glistering under the bright lights and drops of sweat that adore his soft, tanned skin. That is something you could stare at for eternity and never get bored of it.

"Hey, petal, you here with me?"

Niall waves a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of the trance. Ever since he came to the backstage, your gaze has been stuck to his arms. Can anyone blame you? God save the tank tops.

"You haven't said much. Wasn't I great up there?"